You're Palms Are Sweaty, and I'm Barely Listenning To Last Demands...
Over
the past few weeks one has noticed that his acne has developed
it's own plans despite what my medicated topical creams and
perscription medication tell it what to do. One also has used deductive
reasonning and intuition to find that the "Plankton" in this particular
episode of "Spongebob, Acne Pants" is stress, the crusty crab had
its secret ingredients stolen and Plankton is half-way accross the
street, heading toward the Chum Bucket. I like to try to use deep
metaphor with pop culture in a useless attempt to show that i still
have a will to apply myself to anything.
I have reached the point in my life where I isolate myself from my parents and utter my plotts of destruction unless they are giving me something or I'm on a cloud greater than that of eight. I'd like one day to look back on my life and make a comic book out of pure nastalgia. This particular chapter will be short compared to most because, I don't have much worth remembering, besides my friends. When I get around to this epic colored pamplet, I will use the color of red to illustrate everything that is wrong in this world. I'll have to buy four extra boxes of colored pencils, just so I can take the red out of those boxes and use them. I might need a fifth depending on how the next couple of months go. For the sake of embelishment and in order to get my point across, I will color the villain of my youth red. He will have red hair, eyes, fashion accesories, and a big red minus sign on his chest. I use this minus sign to remind my readers of math, which sucks. I also want them to draw a dotted line in their mind to Asia, because asians are good at math. In case you didn't notice I'd like to take the moment to say that both koreas, china, russia, japan, philippines, and pretty much every other asian country have red in their flags. Eventhough my villian isn't asian at all, i want my readers to posess the malace toward him by triggering their rage with the color of red. I will also draw this character in only two dimensions because I only see this person as a two dimensional person. With one of this person's dimensions taken away, they are merely nothing more than a babbling line. Over the past few weeks I've been particularly plagued by this mother fuck. The villian of my storys name is Sterling. I have gotten in more fights with my parents this week because of him than i believe i ever have since i can remember. I will start from Friday...
"Close Curtain"
- Fade In
Scene: 2:45pm Friday October 28th, 2005.
The house of Ryan Frazier
I walk into the house in a mood that of just below 8, because nothing particularly good or bad has happened to me yet that day. My mom confronts me telling me that there is a little problem with my bank account and I need to come look at it on her computer. Apparently "CVS" just processed my 5.95 order and it overdrew my account. Do you know what happens when you over your account at my bank, they charge you money... Lots of money. So that five dollar bottle of ibuprofen turned into a 75 dollar bottle of ibuprofen. I know i was just being nice when i bought it for my little brother when he broke his foot but not 75 dollars worth of niceness. I only save that for the ladies. I sure hope that it helped his pain, because it shortly after metamorphisized itself into my wallet. Motherfuck "The Man." Who ever said "nice guys finish last," must have broken his foot once because my brother sure found that to be funny. I can't do anything when he makes fun of me because he's hurt and my dad would kick my asshole in. I shortly went to work with two weighted hooks attached between my eyebrows.
"Close Curtain"
- Fade In
Scene: 6:45 Saturday October 29th, 2005
The House Of Ryan Frazier
After just over a week of planning, my weekend officially starts to look up after work. I pick kevin up and bring him back to my house to bake a cake for Suzz. As we make talks of our plans in the living room, my brother barges in and explains to my mom (notice her name is not capitalized) that he is ready to leave. she seems all too comfortable in telling me that I have to now watch my little sister because sterling (yeah...) is going to a movie and they are going out to dinner and a movie. I was so comfortable at this point that breathing was like swallowing all the water in a pool at once and I was left with nothing but a ten year old future stereotypical slut and a half eaten/ baked cake. I love how life "works' itself out sometimes. After Kevin and I finish our bakeing, we leave for Suzz's, with Madison.. FuCk. We get to Suzz's house and deliver, and hang out for awhile, then we leave with her to go meet up Lexi, Eric, and Jenn. We all hang out together and part ways after Barnie's decides to close. I take Eric, Suzz, Madison, and myself. After we drop Suzz off, I call my brother him that while he's home he needs to watch Madison. I bluff and he calls it...collect, because he's jewish, spiteful, and all around a motherfucker. So I call my dad (without caps I might add) and he tells me just to go home and when he gets home, he'll let Eric and I leave to go off and do whatever we want to. I agreed to these terms without scrutiny. We get home and chill. Sterling gets home and plays Halo 2. Who would've thought? My parents get home after about an hour and I am happy. My mom yells about anything she can thinks of because it is a day in the week and I develope an angry face. I bitch because they won't let me out and after three hourse, i drift off to sleep after plotting their death.
"Close Curtain"
-Fade In
Scene: 10:00am Sunday, October 30th, 2005
The house of Ryan Frazier
I wake up with promisses of a new day and something to eat. Simply out of my "fat kid" nature. I am immediately pissed off because their is a Baluga whale in my kitchen barking orders at me. My parents call her "karen" (so what, I don't think highly of her) After i eat, i fight with my mother (duh) because she thinks i did something to my brother's (caps? NO) fucking xbox. I always get blamed for anything that runs electricity for it. If the microwave won't turn on, I'll get blamed for it. I'll walk over and close the door, It will work, and I'll get in trouble for being a smartass. Everytime a lightbulb blows out, I am lectured for fifteen minutes. I leave to print something out at Karen's house and come back to find Kevin over. We talk about how much i hate everything and I leave. I run an arrend to KMart to pick up make up for work. Then I stop by Kevin's house to meet him and the beautiful yet conceded Hannah Queen. We carve pumpkins and listen to Three 6 Mafia. I needed it. Then I leave for work. We dressed up for Haloween, even though it is tomorrow night. I worked with Brit and Jess tonight. Brit was a poodle girl and Jess was a cowgirl. Twas' fun. Closing sucks though. In case you didn't know, I have a huge crush on Brit. After closing I come home to find no food prepared for me. Figures, damn mother doesn't know her place anymore. So I make my dinner and seethe with anger. Now I'm going to bed in hopes of a better day
I now constantly play the music they play when someone has just drown in a movie, looped over in my head
"Close Eyelids"
I have reached the point in my life where I isolate myself from my parents and utter my plotts of destruction unless they are giving me something or I'm on a cloud greater than that of eight. I'd like one day to look back on my life and make a comic book out of pure nastalgia. This particular chapter will be short compared to most because, I don't have much worth remembering, besides my friends. When I get around to this epic colored pamplet, I will use the color of red to illustrate everything that is wrong in this world. I'll have to buy four extra boxes of colored pencils, just so I can take the red out of those boxes and use them. I might need a fifth depending on how the next couple of months go. For the sake of embelishment and in order to get my point across, I will color the villain of my youth red. He will have red hair, eyes, fashion accesories, and a big red minus sign on his chest. I use this minus sign to remind my readers of math, which sucks. I also want them to draw a dotted line in their mind to Asia, because asians are good at math. In case you didn't notice I'd like to take the moment to say that both koreas, china, russia, japan, philippines, and pretty much every other asian country have red in their flags. Eventhough my villian isn't asian at all, i want my readers to posess the malace toward him by triggering their rage with the color of red. I will also draw this character in only two dimensions because I only see this person as a two dimensional person. With one of this person's dimensions taken away, they are merely nothing more than a babbling line. Over the past few weeks I've been particularly plagued by this mother fuck. The villian of my storys name is Sterling. I have gotten in more fights with my parents this week because of him than i believe i ever have since i can remember. I will start from Friday...
"Close Curtain"
- Fade In
Scene: 2:45pm Friday October 28th, 2005.
The house of Ryan Frazier
I walk into the house in a mood that of just below 8, because nothing particularly good or bad has happened to me yet that day. My mom confronts me telling me that there is a little problem with my bank account and I need to come look at it on her computer. Apparently "CVS" just processed my 5.95 order and it overdrew my account. Do you know what happens when you over your account at my bank, they charge you money... Lots of money. So that five dollar bottle of ibuprofen turned into a 75 dollar bottle of ibuprofen. I know i was just being nice when i bought it for my little brother when he broke his foot but not 75 dollars worth of niceness. I only save that for the ladies. I sure hope that it helped his pain, because it shortly after metamorphisized itself into my wallet. Motherfuck "The Man." Who ever said "nice guys finish last," must have broken his foot once because my brother sure found that to be funny. I can't do anything when he makes fun of me because he's hurt and my dad would kick my asshole in. I shortly went to work with two weighted hooks attached between my eyebrows.
"Close Curtain"
- Fade In
Scene: 6:45 Saturday October 29th, 2005
The House Of Ryan Frazier
After just over a week of planning, my weekend officially starts to look up after work. I pick kevin up and bring him back to my house to bake a cake for Suzz. As we make talks of our plans in the living room, my brother barges in and explains to my mom (notice her name is not capitalized) that he is ready to leave. she seems all too comfortable in telling me that I have to now watch my little sister because sterling (yeah...) is going to a movie and they are going out to dinner and a movie. I was so comfortable at this point that breathing was like swallowing all the water in a pool at once and I was left with nothing but a ten year old future stereotypical slut and a half eaten/ baked cake. I love how life "works' itself out sometimes. After Kevin and I finish our bakeing, we leave for Suzz's, with Madison.. FuCk. We get to Suzz's house and deliver, and hang out for awhile, then we leave with her to go meet up Lexi, Eric, and Jenn. We all hang out together and part ways after Barnie's decides to close. I take Eric, Suzz, Madison, and myself. After we drop Suzz off, I call my brother him that while he's home he needs to watch Madison. I bluff and he calls it...collect, because he's jewish, spiteful, and all around a motherfucker. So I call my dad (without caps I might add) and he tells me just to go home and when he gets home, he'll let Eric and I leave to go off and do whatever we want to. I agreed to these terms without scrutiny. We get home and chill. Sterling gets home and plays Halo 2. Who would've thought? My parents get home after about an hour and I am happy. My mom yells about anything she can thinks of because it is a day in the week and I develope an angry face. I bitch because they won't let me out and after three hourse, i drift off to sleep after plotting their death.
"Close Curtain"
-Fade In
Scene: 10:00am Sunday, October 30th, 2005
The house of Ryan Frazier
I wake up with promisses of a new day and something to eat. Simply out of my "fat kid" nature. I am immediately pissed off because their is a Baluga whale in my kitchen barking orders at me. My parents call her "karen" (so what, I don't think highly of her) After i eat, i fight with my mother (duh) because she thinks i did something to my brother's (caps? NO) fucking xbox. I always get blamed for anything that runs electricity for it. If the microwave won't turn on, I'll get blamed for it. I'll walk over and close the door, It will work, and I'll get in trouble for being a smartass. Everytime a lightbulb blows out, I am lectured for fifteen minutes. I leave to print something out at Karen's house and come back to find Kevin over. We talk about how much i hate everything and I leave. I run an arrend to KMart to pick up make up for work. Then I stop by Kevin's house to meet him and the beautiful yet conceded Hannah Queen. We carve pumpkins and listen to Three 6 Mafia. I needed it. Then I leave for work. We dressed up for Haloween, even though it is tomorrow night. I worked with Brit and Jess tonight. Brit was a poodle girl and Jess was a cowgirl. Twas' fun. Closing sucks though. In case you didn't know, I have a huge crush on Brit. After closing I come home to find no food prepared for me. Figures, damn mother doesn't know her place anymore. So I make my dinner and seethe with anger. Now I'm going to bed in hopes of a better day
I now constantly play the music they play when someone has just drown in a movie, looped over in my head
"Close Eyelids"