FT: Finishing...

Finishing my homework and looking forward to some serious Netflix viewing once I wrap this up and I think life is good. Sharing a few details to someone what who you will never know that sounds so dramatic and I don’t like that phrase but I don’t have time to go back and change it. It is officially box elder season and there are boxelders everywhere in my room I can feel it wow no typos so far, that is pretty extraordinary. I have sof many oh typo so many postits on my dresser and desk that it is starting to look more colorful than twhite and all of them are written in nice uniform black sharpie and I like it even though most of these wdont apply to my life anymore, and most of them are expired, but they’re just so colorful I can’t take them down. I’m such a pack rat. I need to clean my closet. It is starting to overflow into the little space left in my room. It is officially a safety hazar,d I declare it so. Maybe I should straighten things up in here, especially since we talked about how a person organizes their space relates to how they organize their writing. This seems like a good idea, if not for literary purposes then just general tidiness. Plus it will get my mom off my back, not that she really cares if my room is clean or not because she only comes in here to tell me when food is ready. Lately, she even just yells up the stairs, not even bothering to knock on the door. How much time is left? Probably more than I think. Ten minutes is a long time, I could be watching my Netflix right now. It’s actually not my Netflix, I’m tapped into somebody else’s but she doesn’t mind. She’s cool like that. I’ll thank her again tomorrow and let her know she came up in my freewrite. My eyes hurt, it’s really late. Still very few typos. Maybe I should be proud. What else should I be proud of? Or ashamed of, oh I don’t want to think about that, let’s think about something else. My ceiling has a lot of stuf on it. At this rate, it will be covered by the time I go to college, which is the goal. I’ve got sketches and a record, and posters and lots of my own artwork. I have a paperclip chain and ribbon and snowflakes and necklaces hanging down everywhere. There’s a pink monkey hanging from my ceiling. He’s one of the first things you see when you come in. He doesn’t have a time. He might not even be he, he might be a she. But I think pink monkeys are very masculine. Monkey facts. I heard some monkey facts, but I don’t remember any of them. That’s unfortunate, because now I’ll start thinking about that other thing and I like the sound of keyboards. My fingers are moving very quickly today. I feel like I’ve typed a lot. I bite my nails. I do it when I’m bored, or when I’m thinking. I see a box elder bug, it is on my window. Do I stop to kill it or do I finish? How much time is left. I see you box elder bug, crawling across the window ledge. I see you. I am going to kill you. Last night there was this strange brown bug that was like a box older bug but bigger and it buzzed everywhere and I got up really late and found a lightsabor that one of my brothers had left in my room and I killed it with that. I felt like a jedi. I see you box older bug. Would you like to be killed by lightsaber? I’m coming to get you box older bug, you’d better [end]