Saturday, 9:08 p.m.   Sparkling Glow I didn't go swimming today. My little sister has been at her friend's house for over 24 hours. Another sleep-over for her. I get the computer for myself today. Actually, instead of swimming, like I wanted, we went to some mall. I hate going to malls. It's full of people stuffing their faces full of fast food, or walking around with their best friends looking at the latest trends. The latest ugly clothes. The latest pointless albums. No thanks. Someday I'll look back on my life and think I wore ugly clothes. My hair! How could I ever have worn my hair like that! Oh the 90s and 00s were an era of such funny styles! And just look at those pants! It seems no style is eternal. Music trends change, too. I wonder what the next huge music will be. I blink tiredly and nod lethargically to the music in my ears, talking to no one in particular. Listening to nothing, really. This glass on the table is almost empty, just a layer of milk on the bottom. The glass was never half full. The glass was never half empty. The glass was just half. I'm tired of reading about people who got high. I'm tired of listening to kids talk about what happened that time last saturday when they got stoned. I'm tired of reading about the stupid incriminating things drunk people do. I'm tired of watching people accumulate debts from impulse buying. I'm tired of seeing plastic people walk out of mall clothing stores, arms full of shopping bags, happy grins on their faces until they realize "whao, did I really just spend 500 dollars on a new outfit?" I'm sad our conversation was cut so short. It made me happy when you said "I love you." With a period. To make it real, a sentence. something tangible, not a thought, just drifting around I wonder if I should care as much as I do