Random Thoughts that Pass Through My Head in a Random Day

Okay, so today at school, we were watching a really morbid movie about a supervolcano erupting, and it got me thinking: If the world does end on December 21, 2012, why not have some record of our lives for the ETs to read, ya know? So I started doing that today, during third period. Watch as my thoughts start out totally normal, and then as we start Science class, they get morbid and depressing, and then go back to normal during last period. I'm not gonna give any more explanations, I'm just gonna copy my list of thoughts from my paper onto the entry and let you guess what they mean. Enjoy.

School
Food
Manners
Blond
Sick
B
Video
Sledding
Absence
Magic Bus
Better than cable
Garage battle
Persistence
Scared
Supervolcano
Pain
If the entire human race is wiped out, than what have we lived for?
No life, no record, heaven overflowing?
But if everyone is dead, then doesn't that make death, life?
How could something so beautiful be so deadly?
15x15x50x50=Death
Harmonic isn't always musical
Animals are smarter than people
London
Tears
Plane
Families torn apart
Crinkled paper
Ash
lies
Mount St. Helens
Can't
Data
Volcanoes
"Yet" hurts
Interrogation
Janie
Problems
Tremors
Leave
Alive
Fear
Jerky liars
Eruptions
No, don't agree
Boarding pass for Australians
Flying in lightening
Magma magma burn us up
William goes to England
Flashbacks are scary
Sky is black with death
Blood
Fire
Supereruption
Pyroclastic flow- gray cloud of death
How is that moderate?!?!
Never leave home again!
Last goodbye
You are not safe. We are never safe. Death lurks around every corner, past every street sign, and in those dark places kids are scared of. THAT is death.
Screams, glass breaking, she is gone.
Earthquake swarm? Bees
Unprecedented scale
Happening RIGHT NOW
Plane on fire
Straight B average
Assessment
Daddy-Long-Legs
Lip gloss

Hey!

"Hey!"
Someone calls my name in the hallway,
and pokes me in
the back.
I turn around,
"Not cool, dude!"
Who would be that rude?
Oh. "Hey, Tay Tay!"

Foresight

"But-but how can that be?" Allison stuttered. "I thought they lived in this neighborhood!" Mrs. Haversand sighed. "They do-did, I mean. Until they went on vacation to California."

Foresight

It was the face of the boy in her dream.

But that's not possible, right? It must be a freaky coincidence. Either that or she wasn't remembering her dream correctly. Maybe her mother would have an idea.
Stumbling down the stairs, Allison checked her watch. Noon? How on Earth had she slept so late? "Mom?" Her mother's face appeared around the corner. "Oh good, you're up. I was afraid I'd have to break out the old guitar and sing to you to wake you up. Hey, listen. Winnie is over at Kathy's, and I need you to go pick her and Kathy up and bring them back here. Kathy is spending the night so after you all get back, please start some laundry and clean your room." "But, mom-" But Mrs. Pickins had already disappeared into the kitchen, undoubtedly to mop the floor again, or something like that.
Allison hopped into her car, backed out of the driveway, drove down the cul-de-sac, around the corner, into another cul-de-sac, and pulled into Kathy's driveway. She rang the doorbell and Mrs. Haversand opened the door, crying. "What's wrong?" asked Allison, totally creeped out. "My nephew was just killed in a boating accident." Allison gaped. "Matt? Matt is your nephew?" "Yes," said Mrs. Haversand. "My sister's son."

Foresight

"Hi. I'm Matt. Nice to meet you."
"I'm Allison. I've heard a lot about you."
Turning to her friend Bertie, Allison said, "He's pretty nice. You hang out with him a lot?" Bertie grimaced. "Yep, sadly." From behind them, a protesting "Hey!" was heard. Bertie laughed. "Come on, the play's about to start." And they took their seats, in front of Matt and his family.

Waking up, Allison shook her head. What a weird dream, and she didn't even know a guy named Matt. Wiping the sleep out of her eyes, she reached over to her bedside table and grabbed her television remote. Pressing the power button, she mulled the dream over in her head. She was at a play with Bertie and her mom, and Bertie had introduced her to a guy. Named Matt. But she didn't know anyone named Matt.
The TV brought her back from dreamland. Katie Couric was saying, "And now, a tragedy off the coast of California. A family of five was enjoying a vacation and getting ready to celebrate Christmas, when their preparations were cut short. While swimming, their thirteen-year-old son Matt was killed when a motorboat drove too close, knocked him in the head, and he drowned." Stunned, Allison shot upright in bed. Matt? The name- it had to be a coincidence, right? "Here's a picture of the victim." The screen flashed from Couric's face to a photo of a young teenage boy. It was the face of the boy in her dream.

Depression

What's wrong with me?
Why can't I get out of this funk?
I was happy just a second ago-
Now I sit and sigh.
It's not just angst, it's a lot more than that.
I'm not tired, lonely, or morbid.
I'm just
depressed.
That's me.
Right now.

Mrs. McReilly

I strive to make her happy,
hate it when I can't.
She's nice to everyone,
keeps everyone sane.
I love it when she smiles,
it lights up the room,
banishes any gloom,
and instantly,
you
feel
better.
Who is this,
this amazing,
talented,
role model of mine?
Mrs. McReilly,
my teacher who sings.