Journal of an adolescent

Journal of an adolescenthttp://publictool.blog.co.uk/en-EUhourly82000-01-01T12:00+00:00Journal of an adolescenthttp://publictool.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/c9/ac7b3c5f877ffc1403eeceb828cf4d_160x200.jpgEscculator In The book Store, Terrorhttp://publictool.blog.co.uk/2007/10/23/escculator_in_the_book_store_terror~3183705/2007-10-23T18:12:27+02:00 I had a disturbing experience today. I was in a huge bookstore, with some freinds. They were all off in the photography section, laughing at the vivid colours and inages they could see floating infront of them, teasing them. I on the other hand was carefully treading toward the escalator hoping o find a section on journalism. The floor was full of mines so I was throwing books infront of me to test for explolsions and find a path through the retched things. I could see the remains of careless individuals who had trod this earth before me scattered all over the place, smeared on the walls. As I reached the top of the escalator, I overheard a conversation between a couple. The women seemed to fear hights and refused to go down the eculator. She could see over a menacing drop over the edge. I saw her looking at it, sweat pouring down her face. The huband was rolling his eyes and telling here to just deal with it. Out of nowhere I blurted out that she should go down bakwards and look up at the top floor. There was silence from the couple. They looked at me stunned as if my comment had suddenly reminded them that they where in fact in a public place. I was confused, had my input not been helpfull? Had I in fact just made matters worse. Slowly I shuffled away, murmuring some warning about landmines and escalators. The husband smiled, shakily thanking me, trying to sound confident. But I could see the terro in his eyes. I let out a short chuckle trying to difuse the situation, but it only made them jump. After that i swiftly turned around and set out for the exit shouting for my freinds. <a href="http://publictool.blog.co.uk/2007/10/23/escculator_in_the_book_store_terror~3183705/#comments">Comments</a> I had a disturbing experience today. I was in a huge bookstore, with some freinds. They were all off in the photography section, laughing at the vivid colours and inages they could see floating infront of them, teasing them. I on the other hand was carefully treading toward the escalator hoping o find a section on journalism. The floor was full of mines so I was throwing books infront of me to test for explolsions and find a path through the retched things. I could see the remains of careless individuals who had trod this earth before me scattered all over the place, smeared on the walls.

As I reached the top of the escalator, I overheard a conversation between a couple. The women seemed to fear hights and refused to go down the eculator. She could see over a menacing drop over the edge. I saw her looking at it, sweat pouring down her face. The huband was rolling his eyes and telling here to just deal with it.
Out of nowhere I blurted out that she should go down bakwards and look up at the top floor.

There was silence from the couple. They looked at me stunned as if my comment had suddenly reminded them that they where in fact in a public place. I was confused, had my input not been helpfull? Had I in fact just made matters worse. Slowly I shuffled away, murmuring some warning about landmines and escalators. The husband smiled, shakily thanking me, trying to sound confident. But I could see the terro in his eyes. I let out a short chuckle trying to difuse the situation, but it only made them jump. After that i swiftly turned around and set out for the exit shouting for my freinds.

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]]>On The Patio With the Cathttp://publictool.blog.co.uk/2007/10/21/on_the_patio_with_the_cat~3173940/2007-10-21T22:38:08+02:00 The sun was thrashing down on me, beating me into submission. I raised my hand above my head trying to give me some shade. How long had I been out here? Weeks, minutes, years, days. How could I tell? How would I ever know? How? I looked at my watch. Twenty minutes, I rolled onto my back. Looking down at my hand I remembered the spliff. Slowly, I moved it to my lips and took a long, deep, satisfying drag. Glancing to my right I saw the cat stretched out on the hot stones of the patio. Reaching out I offered it the joint, but it politely declined saying that he was 'taking a break from the stuff'. I murmermed something like,'that's probably for the best', and looked back up at the clear blue sky. My parents where out, a family gathering of some sort. I had said that I was too tired, which I was, the week at school had been long and now that half term was here I wanted to make the most of it, relax. I had it all planned out, I won't bore you with the details but it would hopefully be a blur of sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll. <a href="http://publictool.blog.co.uk/2007/10/21/on_the_patio_with_the_cat~3173940/#comments">Comments</a> The sun was thrashing down on me, beating me into submission. I raised my hand above my head trying to give me some shade. How long had I been out here? Weeks, minutes, years, days. How could I tell? How would I ever know? How? I looked at my watch. Twenty minutes, I rolled onto my back. Looking down at my hand I remembered the spliff. Slowly, I moved it to my lips and took a long, deep, satisfying drag. Glancing to my right I saw the cat stretched out on the hot stones of the patio. Reaching out I offered it the joint, but it politely declined saying that he was 'taking a break from the stuff'. I murmermed something like,'that's probably for the best', and looked back up at the clear blue sky.

My parents where out, a family gathering of some sort. I had said that I was too tired, which I was, the week at school had been long and now that half term was here I wanted to make the most of it, relax. I had it all planned out, I won't bore you with the details but it would hopefully be a blur of sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll.

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