Block Party?

I was finally free after a long day at school- doing nothing of course, and ready to get wasted. As I walked to Ray's Liquor store I noticed WAY too many people around. All I wanted to do was go get some alcohol and find a fine chick to spend the night with. But then as I got closer I was thinking maybe my one night chick would be here. I made sure to look like I had a purpose, while flexing a little to so that it looked natural in case an attractive girl was present. It was a block party apparently. But turns out- there were none. Just my luck. Oh well, I will have my own block party. Luckily I had made plans earlier with a girl from school. But I can't let her come to my house. Both times I have brought a girl to my house my parents call and the girls always want to know why I'm ignoring them and why I don't want to talk anymore after they call. Therefore, if I just go their house, I can either leave my phone at home, leave, or pick something around their house and call them out for it to take the attention away from me. Whatever. Whatever is meant to happen will happen. Just like the homeless man said. I will never forget that. He solidified everything that I was feeling about my life. On my walk home I saw a girl walking down the street by herself and no one else was on the street. I thought it was kind of interesting. I don't know what motivated me talk to her- maybe it was just because I was bored and tired of thinking so deeply about my life. However, it turns out her name was Ethel and she was going to check out the noises she was hearing. I thought wow this chick was crazy as hell so I just said have fun and went back to my apartment. My night went great. I was able to have some female company while she admired my body- I mean duh. All the while I was able to escape the all the crap actually going on in my life. I can't wait for a repeat of this tomorrow.

Another Day

The morning started as usual with my alarm going off interrupting my perfect life I had just been living in my dream. After about 30 minutes of convincing myself to get up, I got up and got dressed all the while I was still in my sleepy slump. This morning was a little rougher than usual. Probably because of all my recent late nights. Staying up trying to live up my young years. However I NEEDED to go to class today. I have missed the past three days due to the comfort of my bed and rationalizing that class can wait. The subjects will not change. Since the morning was rough I decided to stop by the coffee shop on my way to class. Instead of clearing up my morning and my mind with coffee, I became immersed in traffic because the low class people do not know how to drive. I swear I could teach everyone in this town a lesson on everything. I know everything and they know nothing. Anyways, as I was passing by the bus, I was impressed by this crazy ass woman chewing out the bus driver for his ignorant driving. She looked like she had just gotten out of bed-she still had slippers on and her hair was a mess, her clothes were questionable. But she was going off on this guy complaining about causing her an inconvenience because of all the traffic and how he was an idiot who needed to be fired for his lack of knowledge of anything. Of course there were other vulgar words and descriptions by her. It was priceless. I guess she just needed her coffee too. Obviously I didn't get my coffee that I desperately needed but I somehow made it through the day- I just didn't do any school work at all. School was the usual. Nothing special, long, and pointless. My classes have nothing to do with. Maybe one day I can stand up to my parents like that crazy ass and tell them what I want so that I will actually start going to school and LEARN. That would be a fun concept to start up. Hopefully my days from here on out will not rely on traffic and ignorance to separate my days so they do not all blend together.

The Blind Man

As usual, I woke up and left the Castle Apartment building to go on my run. However, after thinking about the nagging of my parents mixed with the lingering hangover reminding me of my successful night, I decided to take a new route to make it longer. I knew the extra exercise and physical exertion would ease my mind and body. I was also motivated by knowing that the extra exercise would improve my body even more- if that's even possible, for the future nights of putting of my future as my parents want me to plan. As I was running, I was about to pass the clinic when I noticed an older man sitting on the side. After immediately sympathizing for the man, I found some coins in my Nike shorts and dropped them in his little bowl in front of him. Right after the coins made the cling of contact with the bowl, he shouted so loud that I could hear through my Ipod headphones. He yelled, "What will come will come. Even if I shroud it all in silence". I dismissed it right away and thought to myself wow this man is out of his mind- I am never running this way ever again. When I walked through my average blue painted door with only a 3 paainted on, I could hear my phone ringing. It was my parents. Ten missed calls already. That's when the words of the old man resounded in my head-what will come will come, what will come will come. That's exactly what I needed to hear. Reassurance that I'm not the only one who believes that what's meant to happen will happen. Screw everything my parents have put me through. Nagging me to figure out what I want to do-let me figure it out on my own time so I can actually be motivated. Cutting me off from my rightful money and only paying for this disease infected apartment in the middle of God knows where. What will come will come. Damn straight it will. At least my parents can't control my entire life and I can continue to enjoy my life, girls, and girls who appreciate my body.

The Beginning

The day started with my phone blasting annoying bell sounds and as I turned over the sun ended up shining right in my face through the thin curtains. I can't stand sun in my room. All it does is annoy me and wake me up from wonderful dreams that should only end when there is actually and end to them. As I got up I grabbed my running shorts and put on my shoes- it was time to work out. These abs can't keep up with themselves, I have to work to keep them going. Once I stepped out of the apartment building, right away I noticed the nagging smell. It wasn't a strong smell really, just annoying because it was always there. When I got home after working out, my parents had continued to relentlessly call me to badger me about deciding on a direction for my life. How am I supposed to know what I want to become? Sure I'm 23 but throughout my career as student, no class has ever caught my interest. Therefore, why end the relaxing, go with the flow life? I'm happy just going through college figuring out classes at the same time as living up the weekends because I don't actually care about any of the classes. I figure my calling will come to me. It will smack me in the face and I won't be able to turn away from it, so I just have to wait for it. My parents will just have to wait with me. The rest of the day went the same as the beginning. I didn't have class. I'm not sure what tomorrow will bring but I'm ready to start a new day, today did not go over as well as it could have.