Sketch 1

My silver phone blinks red letting me know there is a message. My ipod switches to the next song. My clock reads 5:55. All the same numbers. I think that only happens 6 times during the day. A long loaded truck turns onto the main messy rode. I grab another chocolate chip. Thinking back to when a big bird almost hit me today. I pause thinking what to write fiddling with a CO2 cartridge. I eat another rich chocolate chip as a group of probably 15 people walk by, none of which I know. My second cell phone battery blinks charged. So far I have finished my math homework and most of my elements of literature. The wind is picking up outside making my old window rattle. Sand and dirt swirl down the street. My dog roles over on my bed and sneezes. My mom calls it a puppysneeze and says it rely fast almost like one word. I know another e-mail came by the beep of my computer. My computer randomly switches from right to left speakers when I change the volume. I read my sketch over and fix a couple words. I eat another chocolate chip and stop writing.