Posted

Jun 14th 2006

Mood

ALIVE!

Music

Got nothin'

Can't Live-

It's been too long since I've submitted something. Not like I've done much at anyrate. Let's start with the important things I've forgotten to scribe down into the eternity of the interweb.

I fucked up high school with one course and it was all my fault. Can't wait for my dad to read that one when I'm dead.
I could've graduated and not deal with another year of highschool if I'd only done a little more extra cred in Economics...but for some reason, my amazing powers of apathy killed me and condemmed me to another year of highschool. But in all honesty, I somewhat look forward to an extra year, I know I'm going to say I'm going to turn a new leaf and all that jazz, however, should it happen? Hope does nothing, trying still doesn't get it done, and damnit, I need to fix it.

Anyway, if you wanna talk about that smart kid that was gonna be the next "Bill Gates" or something, I definatly know it's not me. Lack of ambition and such. Too much fuckitol.

In other news, being Bi (for a guy) is weird when everybody knows it...You don't quite fit in with the gay guys (or at least I don't), your straight old acquitances don't quite seem as friendly as they once were and even though some might think that you get twice the chances (with 2 genders to choose from)...my relationship status looks pretty doomed. Sweet.

On a positive note, DDR is a hell of a lot of fun. I don't give two damns if anyone thinks it's uncool to press buttons to music with your feet. It's fun and I can actually kickass at it. And my brother has been demanding that he save himself enough cash to purchase Guitar Hero...(and I've been saving a little something here and there for Gitaroo-Man), my rhythm game based desires should settle down with that load of awesomosity...now to find Vib-Ribbon just to make sure it shant arise later on.

Yeah, I should probably say that my brother's acquisition of a position as a pizza delivery boy-isition...has caused the 'Video-Gaming-Asian-Influx'. In which we apply to the stereotype of ASIANS MUST HAVE ASSLOADS OF GAMES (our PS2 has never felt this much love...and hate).

Wow, it feels good to write it out. All these years and I'm about to discover blogging...someone shoot me now.

And I should probably try and shove in

Chapter 2
--Seeing the Dream Inside-Out

-It's summer. Hurrah, or at least I should be doing that, but a looming sense of despair hangs over myself. Is it my natural pessimistic nature? Or is it the fact that I'm just so damn lazy that I know I'm going to piss someone off?
-I hate that about myself, I know it's going to happen and yet I allow it to. I care enough to let it pain me on the inside and feel human...or something, but I'm so selfish I just don't care about other people's objectives. I also hate how long winded my own mental narratives can be so that I waste the day talking shit about a pretty sunse-err, rise.
-Steady steps down the stairs with light thumps accompanying my small marching parade. Of course the carnival that is what I recognize to be my life must be as such. The loops and spins, dips and twirls, but just no clowns.
-I see my little sister playing Konami's Dance Dance Revolution...however not quite hearing it. I look at my brother with the remote and laugh to myself. No one likes Britany Spears' music.
-The odd feeling of 'just-waking-up'-ness starts to hit me so I carry-on to the bathroom so I may preform its original created duty.
-More written nudity. Very sexy.
-I take a quick cold shower, shake off the nightmares and thoughts of a couple hours ago to make way for the warm soothing relaxation of a hot to moderatly warm bath. And amazingly, the water is just right.
-A nice zin takes over my body, or at least I think it is. I feel no more than the tiny waves caused by the droplets diving into their olympic sized pool. Like a light touch against my skin rolls over my surfaced body parts. The drips, drips, drips sound hypnotic in their sequence, furthering my trance and dragging my eyelids over my eyes and the rest of me into a short slumber.
-Of course the reason why on never fall asleep in the bathtub is at the possibilty of drowing, or someone thinking said person is trying to commit sucide. I unfortunatly was afflicted with the latter of the two as my mother rushed in and yanked my naked body from the tub. Her life-saving instincts promted her to attmept CPR, however my arms, legs and brain all knew the proper responce to that.
-"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?!" I screamed...waaaaay too loudly as I pushed her off myself.
-Tears dived from her eyes like bombs into my chest as I covered my private parts. She explained what she believed to be the sequence of events. I quickly corrected her followed by a very angry pout...as that is all I can generally do to effect her.

-Why can't my own family trust me?

-The Dream