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Sure, let's try to look on the positive side of things!
Yes, there is a positive side. For one thing, now that I've gotten sleep I don't feel so bad. Um... well yesterday in the car I saw a red tree that looked kind of cool. Deer... a hummingbird... my cats... yeah!
Well I've been thinking about the paper I wrote, and I'll type up the first two or three pages, because I like those, but the rest of it I don't like, so I'm going to just change it.
Is it wonderful? Well no, not really, but I kind of liked it so yeah.

Cedric awoke with a start, the sound of his alarm clock pounding in his ears and making it hard to think. He groaned and reached over, patting the small table beside his bed until his fingers came in contact with the cold plastic of the alarm clock. He switched it off, mumbled incoherently and rested his head against the pillow once again. It was only 6:00, he could waste another few minutes waking himself up slowly, the way any person should be able to wake up, and at that moment he vowed to one day break that alarm clock into little pieces for giving him such a rude awakening.
"Cedric, honey, it's 6:05. Please get up now!"
He heard his mother in the other room, fixing herself some breakfast, but didn't move. He always did this, stayed in his room in the comfort of his soft, warm bed for another fifteen minutes or so. This morning wasn't anything special; he would stay where he was for another seven minutes.
"Cedric, get up now!"
Only 6:10, but it would have to do. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he sat up and sighed. Looking aound, he saw his cat curled up comfortably between his legs, and reached over to gently troke his long, silky fur with his fingertips, hoping to linger in his quiet room just a little longer.
"I'm up, mom..." he managed to mumble, though he knew his quiet words hadn't carried themselves to her ears.
He turned to his right and started to get out of bed, but his foot caught itself in the sheets and he slid onto the floor, catching a mouthful of sock.
Today is going to be one of those days, he thought while pulling the sock out of his mouth and onto his foot.
And no time for a shower...
"Cedric, I want to see your shining face before I have to go to work!"
Cedric's mother had a job as a cashier at the gas station no more than two blocks away. His dad was laready at work, a professional cook at some fancy place whose name didn't some to mind. Cedric himself didn't have a job, though at the age of seventeen he had that option. But he was too involved in school right now; a job would have to wait.
He pulled himself upright and flipped on his light, blinking a few times to let his eyes get used to the sudden brightness. When he could finally see, he stood up and stretched, feeling life slowly seep back into his tired muscles as he reached up toward the ceiling. He peered into the mirror and ran his fingers through his short dark-brown hair, making a sad attempt to straighten out the un-cooperative waves.
"Cedric, you have five minutes before I come in there with cold water"
"Then you'll be suprised to know that your son is up and about, and he would much appreciate it if he could put some clothes on before presenting himself to the world," he called, just loud enough so that his mother would hear but without really yelling. fighting with her never seemed to go anywhere, and today he just wanted to get to school without too many things on his mind. Fred, the cat, had decided to wake upand jumped onto Cedric's back just as he was pulling on some pants, causing him to fall over once more.
"Damn it, Fred!" But Fred had already run into the other room, satisfied with his little cat joke. He pulled his pants on the rest of the way without standing up, the cold floor sending a chill down his spine and waking him up the rest of the way. He looked through the junk in his room and found another sock, a pair of blue sneakers and a faded red shirt to go along with his khaki cargo pants. With a quick check through his orange backpack to make sure he was all set, he sighed and left his room, knowing that he wouldn't be able to return until the day was at its end.
"What took you so long?" His mother chided, setting a plate of eggs down on the table and motioning towards it as if to say "eat that and I'll be happy".
Cedric sat down and squeezed a hefty amount of ketchup onto the plate to hide the tste of the eggs and went to work on making them disappar. Each bite made him want to vomit, but his mother was a delicate person and he knew that if he ate what she'd made it would mean a lot to her, though it seemed like just a little thing. Nobody liked seeing their mother unhappy, and he wasn't any different.


I suppose the more I read it the more I dislike it, though I can't quite place why. Maybe I see areas that I could change? Well it's my first attempt at narrative writing, so I shouldn't expect it to be perfect. I'll have time later on during the summer to add more and to edit.

And right now I REALLY feel like typing, so I think I'll type the ABC's over and over again.
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwzyz
Now I have to ask myself, is there something more productive I could be doing with my time? The answer is probably, but so far all I can think of is wandering around like a lost soul, wondering what to do with myself, so I'll just continue with typing random stuff
aBcDeFgHiJkLmNoPqRsTuVwXyZ
AbCdEfGhIjKlMnOpQrStUvWxYz
ZyXwVuTsRqPoNmLkJiHgFeDcBa
zYxWvUtSrQpOnMlKjIhGfEdCbA
HOW MUCH WOOD WOULD A WOODCHUCK CHUCK IF A WOODCHUCK COULD CHUCK WOOD?
A WOODCHUCK WOULD CHUCK AS MUCH WOOD AS A WOODCHUCK COULD IF A WOODCHUCK COULD CHUCK WOOD!

Crying doesn't do a darned bit of good. All it does is give people a headache. Weird, isn't it, how people show strong emotion by leaking water through their eyes?