I really want fresh flowerz.

Like you read below...( or are reading for the first time) We woke up to a jackhammer this morning. We thought the torture was over. Welcome to Pleasantville. I wouldnt mind it so much if i had something to make myself feel better. Like a comfortable bed. Or a full nights rest. But...sadly I do not. 

I feel bad walking into class late. Dont worry Dad...we werent even that late. Like..5 minutes. And thats only because the train was late. The trains here are amazing. I dont think we've waited longer than 5 minutes for a train. And if we miss one...there is one at most..3 minutes behind it. Unlike Chicago were you miss the train and you have to wait another 20minutes. I do miss the CTA though. I miss being able to talk in the train...I miss being able to laugh..loudly. I miss putting my bad next to me and somewhat knowing it was ok. 

I saw a pigeon die today. I know. Gross. But... Ive never seen an animal die before. Not in real life. Only on the Discovery Channel or something. It was weird. Really weird. The story goes... We were walking to KFC ( dont worry ill write about it next) and a couple of people were crowded around this pigeon. I didnt really know what was going on so I look at this girl on a bike and she kind of has this stunned look on her face. We ( Moi, Sophie, Bike girl and maybe 2 other spectatores) all kind of just stood there. I didnt know what was wrong with it. It was still somewhat moving. It would like pick up its head..and then like put it down and would just like wiggle for a second. The bike girl didnt know what to do. Either did I. We walked away but keeping the bird in the corner of my eye I see another girl go to the bike girl. It was like a car crash ( maybe alittle less serious) but I just couldnt pull my eyes away. Before I could turn away I saw the bike girl gently go over the pigeons head with her bike. Sophie said it was the right thing todo. I agree. 

I can give a big merci to my spidisense which led us to KFC. It was different. All we wanted were mashed potatoes and a twister. Well...we got our twister. No mashed potats. My drink was lukewarm and my fries...were like..fries. Not the kfc good fries. Another fastfood disapointment. Im an American and I know good fast food...

-Mcdonalds 

- Rosie's

- America's Dog

-Jansens

- Jr's

- KFC ( in USA)

- Culvers

-Zaca Taco

Im sitting at Starbucks right now. Its the only place where I could steal internet while still being outside. To my right there is a girl that smells reallygood.  she is enjoying what looks like a carmel frappe. Shes talking on her cellular and i think is a student. I feel this way because located next to her is a bag ( that looks like an Ergo pleated tote) filled with folders/notebooks.  Shes french. dressed in black ballet flats, dark grey cropped jeans and a black trench coat. Ugh.

To my left are 2 french gals. Looking at a french magazine..with like..gadgets and gizmoos on it. (weird) One is pretty stylish. The other not so much (was that mean?)I hope they cant ready english). next to them is a boy who has the same blazer as me. 

(17 minutes have passed...)

The cutest dog has now replaced the stylish student. I would try and take a picture but i dont think that is culturally accepted. Hes sitting on his owner, on his lap, looking out at the world. 

 I miss my booboozie.