Posted

Apr 25th 2006

Mood

Annoyed

Music

Guilty Gear XX SoundTrack

It Begins-

All right ladies and gents, let's tell some tall tales about a young man in a small town of dreams and hot but almost delicious sunshine.

Chapter 1
--Understanding the Langauge

-I wake up to a sound that now pisses me off at the thought of it. I smash my fist into my alarm clock. My body feels itchy, but not, and sweaty, but my skin feels so dry. 'Fucking fan' giving myself internal monologue.
-I think like that you know. I can't live an interesting life, so I might as well fool myself into being the star of my own little movie. It's fun...like sticking thumbtacks into your ballsack.
-Hopping up from bed...or more over crawling up from bed. I scuddle over to my computer. I tap at the mouse to make the screen turn on. Nothing happens. I still seem to constantly forget that I turn off my monitor's power button. I correct my sequence of events and check the world at large
-...or at least my little chunk of it.
-As usual, not much, little talk of video games, but for the most part, everyone's just as dead as I feel 5:30 am in the morning.
-I stretch a little, lookin' at some unfolded clothes over my room, planning out my casual non-existant style for the day.

-'How plain can we be today?'
-'No, no, much too noticable!'
-'I wonder why I even have these?'
-'I'm not that retarded'

-And once the five second debate is over I pick up a green pair of khakis and a dark blue shirt with an orange R on it. Never liked the shirt, but it goes with my pants and shoes for some damned reason.
-As I drag my feet down the stairs, hard wool stratching at the top of my non-soccor playing feet, I think about the things I just did. 'Why did I just plan out what I was about to wear?' It seemed to echo inside my head...
-I quickly shook myself out of the pointless thought, reminding myself I've given up on regrets over such miniscule things. My feet carry me to my restroom, convienatly as my brother leaves with a fluff of warm steam following behind him. He gestures an excuse me, but I feel to groggy to make a responce and trudge into the tub, almost forgetting to close the door behind me.
-'Full frontal male nudity, fifty bucks for it all. I'm a high priced catch ladies and gents'
-I turn on the hot water and burn myself. Quickly turning the nozzle back and forth, trying to find that delicate balance so I can gain some kind of mental relief before I'm called to the yellow monster of deliverance...a.k.a the damn school bus...
-It's misty and relaxing, not entirely helping my tired eyes, but relief none the less. My legs wobble a bit as I regain stability, but the hot water claims victory as I fall to prostate...and then just sitting on my ass with my head on my knees.
-My eyes blink on and off as my eyelids drop. I'm not sure how long my little doze really took, but I know the sound of an enraged father indicated that it was 20 minutes too long.

-I hate that damn school bus.

And this will be the first story that I've actually gotten through and decided that I should just press the damn submit button.

Books will be one of the few domains of entertainment that remain truely free.

-And Ends