What matters? What it is? What does it mean?
Well look at that, only four days from my old post. It always feels like more. I guess that's a good thing. More time for me to live.
Heh, I was wearing that "Gay? Fine by me." Shirt today while walking down iMall and I notice this guy staring at my shirt. He was staring so intently that he almost ran into me as he walked by. I looked at him and he noticed, quickly flashing a smile on to his chubby face. He was shorter than me and had quite a beard. I remember a brown and white striped shirt. I had been out of it the entire day, as Colby witnessed earlier, so I didn't really react much and kept walking. Well I get to the front of Garcia and start walking towards the doors. Out of the glass reflection I see someone power walking up behind me. It looked like a dwarf with a backpack because of the distortion. Then I realized it was the guy I ran into earlier. {Maybe he forgot something in his room.} I assumed, and kept walking towards the door. I look past the door, see someone coming, and hold the door open for them. Before I could slip through, He was standing in the doorway, looking up at me. "Where did you get that shirt?" He asked. He talked with that strange gay lisp that comes from who knows where.
"Uh, Over at Corbett." I said, leaning against the door I was holding open still and chewing on my toothpick.
"Oh, I see." He said, his cheeks bouncing every time his mouth took form. It was strange, and I was already in a daze. I couldn't focus much, I just let my body run on auto-pilot.
"Yeah, they were handing them out a few weeks ago. There was a si--"
"Oh I see." He said, and smiled a little, walking back out of the door and towards wherever he was going before power walking after me.
"uh, yeah." I said through the corner of my mouth, continuing to chew on my toothpick as I continued on my journey.
....*Shrug*
So I started writing the above at about 12 noon, and now it's 1:30am. I've been working on my homework, and I still am, but I'm having a hard time because the program I use to program keeps crashing. Which means I lose big time. NOOOO. I want to pass the class with a D....I already feel like a complete idiot, wasting away my time without paying attention to the consequences. So much for making dad proud :'(
I still have a chance though, And I'm going to fight for it, just like all the other hopeless things I fight for.
I had so much to write in this blog too...But I think I'll write it down somewhere else and let some lucky soul find it and read it on a later date.
Goodnight!, or should I say, good morning...
Is it goodnight? or good night? is it goodmorning? or good morning? The question is, does it really matter?
Dragoshi
:p
Heh, I was wearing that "Gay? Fine by me." Shirt today while walking down iMall and I notice this guy staring at my shirt. He was staring so intently that he almost ran into me as he walked by. I looked at him and he noticed, quickly flashing a smile on to his chubby face. He was shorter than me and had quite a beard. I remember a brown and white striped shirt. I had been out of it the entire day, as Colby witnessed earlier, so I didn't really react much and kept walking. Well I get to the front of Garcia and start walking towards the doors. Out of the glass reflection I see someone power walking up behind me. It looked like a dwarf with a backpack because of the distortion. Then I realized it was the guy I ran into earlier. {Maybe he forgot something in his room.} I assumed, and kept walking towards the door. I look past the door, see someone coming, and hold the door open for them. Before I could slip through, He was standing in the doorway, looking up at me. "Where did you get that shirt?" He asked. He talked with that strange gay lisp that comes from who knows where.
"Uh, Over at Corbett." I said, leaning against the door I was holding open still and chewing on my toothpick.
"Oh, I see." He said, his cheeks bouncing every time his mouth took form. It was strange, and I was already in a daze. I couldn't focus much, I just let my body run on auto-pilot.
"Yeah, they were handing them out a few weeks ago. There was a si--"
"Oh I see." He said, and smiled a little, walking back out of the door and towards wherever he was going before power walking after me.
"uh, yeah." I said through the corner of my mouth, continuing to chew on my toothpick as I continued on my journey.
....*Shrug*
So I started writing the above at about 12 noon, and now it's 1:30am. I've been working on my homework, and I still am, but I'm having a hard time because the program I use to program keeps crashing. Which means I lose big time. NOOOO. I want to pass the class with a D....I already feel like a complete idiot, wasting away my time without paying attention to the consequences. So much for making dad proud :'(
I still have a chance though, And I'm going to fight for it, just like all the other hopeless things I fight for.
I had so much to write in this blog too...But I think I'll write it down somewhere else and let some lucky soul find it and read it on a later date.
Goodnight!, or should I say, good morning...
Is it goodnight? or good night? is it goodmorning? or good morning? The question is, does it really matter?
Dragoshi
:p