My lucky numbers are: 13, 15, 26, 28, 39, and 41.
I was cleaning up my desk after getting home tonight, and I found a fortune from a cookie. I don't know where I got it from. Perhaps from #1 Wok or Golden China Buffet. The name doesn't really matter. Create your own Chinese Restaurant name by mixing words from this list: China, #1, Golden, Jade, Buffet, Oriental, Dragon, Ming, Emerald, Garden, Imperial, Wok, Cuisine, and Fortune. Have fun.
Anyways, the fortune reads: "Tomorrow may be too late. Live today."
"Bleegh." Dan mumbled as his head smacked against the computer desk. The desk was covered with cigarette burn marks and strange, sticky substances which had trapped the animal hair of various household cats. The only light was offered by his computer monitor. He felt buried in school work, drowning in papers of past due dates and essays he did not truly care about. Through fault that was his alone, he had no monetary income, and a hazardous desire to never work again.
"You can't just mope around all the time, you know." Said a voice behind him.
Dan turned around to see a man sitting upon his bed. The man's figure was blurry, as though the world will not allow him to focus. It laid back on the bed, putting it's unfocused arms behind it's head. "It's not productive."
"Who are you?"
"Call me 'common sense.' You need me, since you seem to be lacking."
"What do you want? Say your piece and then get off of my bed."
"Well, first, you need to get yourself a job."
"I've been looking."
"No you haven't. You've applied to three jobs in three months. You aren't doing shit to get a job. You're just sitting at home wondering when the money will run out, and whittling away your school funds while you're at it. Also, how about the fact that you aren't really getting that classwork done. You are, however, doing an excellent job procrastinating."
Daniel flicked open his lighter, striking the flint and lighting the cigarette that now dangled from his mouth. "Is that all? You wanted to beat me up about things I was already aware of?"
"And that you're doing nothing about. Anyways, there's much more to be said to you, but not everything needs to be posted on the internet for all to read, does it?"
"No," Daniel said as he turned away from the figure. "It does not."
"But they do need to be talked about, no?"
"Yes, but not tonight. Go away."
When he looked behind him again, the figure had gone.
That's just what I needed tonight; the personification of my conscious, or a goddamn demon. Or whatever it was. On my bed no less. I'll have to remember to videotape the fucker if he shows up again. Which reminds me...
Mickey, Jay, Drew, and a ragtag group of other people have decided to create a television program for basic cable. Interestingly enough, they asked Mike and I to write for the show, and act as well. It's a great opportunity, if the show takes off. And if it doesn't take off, then it sounds like a deliciously fun project. The crew hung out at Dom's last night, and we came up with some funny ideas. We need more, of course, and I'm sure that Mike and I will come up with some great stuff. After the meeting, the two of us went down to George's to play a little pool, which we usually do on Tuesdays. Being a Saturday, George's had some shitty DJs in or some nonsense, and they actually checked our IDs, which has never happened before. We were kicked out, while Mike argued that we: "Know George! We're in with George, God Dammit." So we went to Fairbanks Inn, which worked out much better, considering the table was giving free games, and it was located in a back section that was pretty much exclusive to only the two of us. He handed me my ass, that prick. At least the bar allowed smoki-
"Maybe you need to find yourself a girl."
Daniel spun around in his chair to find the unfocused creature laying on his bed in the position that he had seen him last. Daniel closed his eyes.
"LEAVE."
"Fine, fine. See if I offer you any good advice. Just give some thought, eh?"
Daniel opened his eyes to find that the creature had, once again, disappeared.
I swear, guys, I'm not going crazy. I'm just being creative, and possibly constructive, in my own weird and ever-so-slightly creepy way. The only reason I'm posting it is because I want to write it, but it's sort of pointless to do so if nobody but myself ever reads it. If I feel like creating a personification of... well... whatever it is, then you'll just have to deal with it. Enjoy me, the oddity. I do it for your satisfaction, you know.
"And if I feel like it, why not personify my fear?" Daniel said, as he stared at a small, pale, naked figure that sat huddled in a fetal position in the corner of his room. The figure's eyes were closed, and he trembled violently.
"Or my jealousy?" He said. His bedroom window suddenly caved into the room in an explosion of glass. A hideous creature that only slightly resembled the human form, his cloven hooves clicking upon the window sill as he entered the bedroom.
"Maybe even my sense of humor." On cue, the bedroom door opened, revealing Conon O'Brian's guest appearance. The comedian waved, and leaned against the door frame.
"I love that show." Daniel closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, his room had returned to it's previous state. The creatures, and the comedian, were gone.
Maybe I am going crazy. It certainly seems to be a lot more interesting than the real world. I wouldn't mind that, for a while, going into my own fantasy-land, where I was God above all.
Meh, or not.
He smiled to himself, lighting the night's last cigarette. He checked his spelling and posted his entry. Leaning back in his chair, he wondered to himself if entries like the one he had just posted would bring concern to his friends. They did, he decided, sometimes take things too seriously. He crushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, put the monitor to sleep, and crawled into bed.
Exhaustion took him.
Anyways, the fortune reads: "Tomorrow may be too late. Live today."
"Bleegh." Dan mumbled as his head smacked against the computer desk. The desk was covered with cigarette burn marks and strange, sticky substances which had trapped the animal hair of various household cats. The only light was offered by his computer monitor. He felt buried in school work, drowning in papers of past due dates and essays he did not truly care about. Through fault that was his alone, he had no monetary income, and a hazardous desire to never work again.
"You can't just mope around all the time, you know." Said a voice behind him.
Dan turned around to see a man sitting upon his bed. The man's figure was blurry, as though the world will not allow him to focus. It laid back on the bed, putting it's unfocused arms behind it's head. "It's not productive."
"Who are you?"
"Call me 'common sense.' You need me, since you seem to be lacking."
"What do you want? Say your piece and then get off of my bed."
"Well, first, you need to get yourself a job."
"I've been looking."
"No you haven't. You've applied to three jobs in three months. You aren't doing shit to get a job. You're just sitting at home wondering when the money will run out, and whittling away your school funds while you're at it. Also, how about the fact that you aren't really getting that classwork done. You are, however, doing an excellent job procrastinating."
Daniel flicked open his lighter, striking the flint and lighting the cigarette that now dangled from his mouth. "Is that all? You wanted to beat me up about things I was already aware of?"
"And that you're doing nothing about. Anyways, there's much more to be said to you, but not everything needs to be posted on the internet for all to read, does it?"
"No," Daniel said as he turned away from the figure. "It does not."
"But they do need to be talked about, no?"
"Yes, but not tonight. Go away."
When he looked behind him again, the figure had gone.
That's just what I needed tonight; the personification of my conscious, or a goddamn demon. Or whatever it was. On my bed no less. I'll have to remember to videotape the fucker if he shows up again. Which reminds me...
Mickey, Jay, Drew, and a ragtag group of other people have decided to create a television program for basic cable. Interestingly enough, they asked Mike and I to write for the show, and act as well. It's a great opportunity, if the show takes off. And if it doesn't take off, then it sounds like a deliciously fun project. The crew hung out at Dom's last night, and we came up with some funny ideas. We need more, of course, and I'm sure that Mike and I will come up with some great stuff. After the meeting, the two of us went down to George's to play a little pool, which we usually do on Tuesdays. Being a Saturday, George's had some shitty DJs in or some nonsense, and they actually checked our IDs, which has never happened before. We were kicked out, while Mike argued that we: "Know George! We're in with George, God Dammit." So we went to Fairbanks Inn, which worked out much better, considering the table was giving free games, and it was located in a back section that was pretty much exclusive to only the two of us. He handed me my ass, that prick. At least the bar allowed smoki-
"Maybe you need to find yourself a girl."
Daniel spun around in his chair to find the unfocused creature laying on his bed in the position that he had seen him last. Daniel closed his eyes.
"LEAVE."
"Fine, fine. See if I offer you any good advice. Just give some thought, eh?"
Daniel opened his eyes to find that the creature had, once again, disappeared.
I swear, guys, I'm not going crazy. I'm just being creative, and possibly constructive, in my own weird and ever-so-slightly creepy way. The only reason I'm posting it is because I want to write it, but it's sort of pointless to do so if nobody but myself ever reads it. If I feel like creating a personification of... well... whatever it is, then you'll just have to deal with it. Enjoy me, the oddity. I do it for your satisfaction, you know.
"And if I feel like it, why not personify my fear?" Daniel said, as he stared at a small, pale, naked figure that sat huddled in a fetal position in the corner of his room. The figure's eyes were closed, and he trembled violently.
"Or my jealousy?" He said. His bedroom window suddenly caved into the room in an explosion of glass. A hideous creature that only slightly resembled the human form, his cloven hooves clicking upon the window sill as he entered the bedroom.
"Maybe even my sense of humor." On cue, the bedroom door opened, revealing Conon O'Brian's guest appearance. The comedian waved, and leaned against the door frame.
"I love that show." Daniel closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, his room had returned to it's previous state. The creatures, and the comedian, were gone.
Maybe I am going crazy. It certainly seems to be a lot more interesting than the real world. I wouldn't mind that, for a while, going into my own fantasy-land, where I was God above all.
Meh, or not.
He smiled to himself, lighting the night's last cigarette. He checked his spelling and posted his entry. Leaning back in his chair, he wondered to himself if entries like the one he had just posted would bring concern to his friends. They did, he decided, sometimes take things too seriously. He crushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, put the monitor to sleep, and crawled into bed.
Exhaustion took him.