bored
I'm bored and I'm very tired. I would like to write an entry, but I have nothing in particular on my mind at the moment. It feels like some kind of responsibility to my journal that I created years ago to at least touch base once in a while.
After the semester in which woman and I took Japanese class, (earning A's by the way) I had plans to continue learning on my own, refreshing myself on the text and delving into my "acquired" copy of Rosetta stone. Here it is weeks later, and I can think of one day since the semester ended I made a half-ass attempt at fulfilling this ideal. It's slowly slipping away, I'm not sure I could make a full sentence anymore, I will try:
クリスはにじゅさんです。
Yes, although speaking in third person, Chris is 23.
At any rate, I did obtain an x-box according to Ricky's wish and it is something I do not regret having done.
"Stupid morons!" God said as he entered his house. Instead of heading up the stairs to his bedroom, he decided to walk over to the kitchen to grab a snack. He observed the kitchen in it's entirety, the walls were painted a faint yellow. Chickens were printed on nearly every jar, towel or oven mitt. "Buttered toast? No. Leftover pizza? hhhmm... nahhhh." He thought to himself until he laid eyes on the bag of Dorito's on the counter. He clutched the bag of chips and slowly walked out of the brightly lit kitchen into the deep red living room and sat at his glass topped coffee table trimmed in dark red mahogany. He set the chips down and slung his backpack by his feet next to him and opened it up. After fumbling through several wrinkled, torn and otherwise disorganized sheets, he pulled out his report on creating humanity. He scanned the page fully until his eyes rested on a large "C-" written at the top in red marker. He was in somewhat of a hurry to leave school and had not read the comments his instructor had left him on the back.
"I'm a little concerned God, although you created an entire world teeming with life, it seems your efforts to maintain such a creation is lacking. After having seen what your individuals believe of you and your world, I think you have been a little guilty of neglecting your duties. I recommend a closer watch, and perhaps a few more smitings to get them under control, fear is powerful! You're certainly not the worst in the class, but I'd like to see a dramatic improvement in your civilization by the end of the quarter or you may have a problem passing the course."
He moved some of the many pillows out from behind him and lied down, wondering how he would improve his project. He stared at the dark mahogany bladed ceiling fan as it span with a slight wobble. "Why won't they just behave? I set them up with land, I gave them stuff to live off of and they still want more." He then thought to his father's lecture about when he was in school creating small lives. "Son, it takes a diligent man to create a working world, I slaved over that annoying planet for hours a night, but it paid off! I was valedictorian don't you know!" Of course he knew, he gets reminded of it about once a week. "I could try to study more, there has to be a way to save this project..." He realistically knew why he was failing, but was in denial over this truth. "I have to be honest with myself, I've been slacking off, but I'm tired. I have friends to see and good tv to watch." He was beginning to see the "C-" he received as less of a failure and more of an achievement. "I mean, here I am, half assing a planet full of idiots who blindly love me for no reason, or jerks that don't believe in me at all, and I'm still passing. What's the point of all of this creation bull shit anyway? It's not like it serves any REAL purpose." His self satisfaction grew by the second. "yeah... I'm doing okay and I'm enjoying myself, long as I pass, I'm good."
He reached to his right to pick up the remote controller for the television and clicked it on. "Ooooo, Universaian idol is on!" He watched the images interchange rapidly eventually losing track of time and dozing off.
"Boy, get up! GET UP!" His father was violently shaking him. "wh..whh..what!?" He managed to finally vocalize. "Something's wrong with your planet, you need to do something." He lied back for a second, trying to fully regain his senses. "I didn't even hear you guys walk in, I must of been dead tired." He said as he was slowly rising out of his former position. "That wasn't all you missed, you should have a look over here." His father led him to their workspace where God's small blue planet was suspended. "Now, I'm no expert... besides having created the perfect planet when I was your age, but that aside -- I'd say you're people are dead son." God received a burst of adrenaline and hurried over to his globe, slowly becoming blackened out by dense clouds. "Awww no NO NOOOO!!!! I don't even know what happened!" His father looked somewhat disappointed. "Looks like you're repeating the course again boy, It's a shame too. I figured this one would work out." His father stuffed his hands in his pockets "let's just hope they don't stick you in remedial creationism next quarter, right?" He said as he slowly walked out of the room. God had never felt more powerless and useless in his entire pitiful existence.
If there was a god, I imagine he'd be a lot like this, completely imperfect and overwhelmed, not to mention wholly uninterested.
After the semester in which woman and I took Japanese class, (earning A's by the way) I had plans to continue learning on my own, refreshing myself on the text and delving into my "acquired" copy of Rosetta stone. Here it is weeks later, and I can think of one day since the semester ended I made a half-ass attempt at fulfilling this ideal. It's slowly slipping away, I'm not sure I could make a full sentence anymore, I will try:
クリスはにじゅさんです。
Yes, although speaking in third person, Chris is 23.
At any rate, I did obtain an x-box according to Ricky's wish and it is something I do not regret having done.
"Stupid morons!" God said as he entered his house. Instead of heading up the stairs to his bedroom, he decided to walk over to the kitchen to grab a snack. He observed the kitchen in it's entirety, the walls were painted a faint yellow. Chickens were printed on nearly every jar, towel or oven mitt. "Buttered toast? No. Leftover pizza? hhhmm... nahhhh." He thought to himself until he laid eyes on the bag of Dorito's on the counter. He clutched the bag of chips and slowly walked out of the brightly lit kitchen into the deep red living room and sat at his glass topped coffee table trimmed in dark red mahogany. He set the chips down and slung his backpack by his feet next to him and opened it up. After fumbling through several wrinkled, torn and otherwise disorganized sheets, he pulled out his report on creating humanity. He scanned the page fully until his eyes rested on a large "C-" written at the top in red marker. He was in somewhat of a hurry to leave school and had not read the comments his instructor had left him on the back.
"I'm a little concerned God, although you created an entire world teeming with life, it seems your efforts to maintain such a creation is lacking. After having seen what your individuals believe of you and your world, I think you have been a little guilty of neglecting your duties. I recommend a closer watch, and perhaps a few more smitings to get them under control, fear is powerful! You're certainly not the worst in the class, but I'd like to see a dramatic improvement in your civilization by the end of the quarter or you may have a problem passing the course."
He moved some of the many pillows out from behind him and lied down, wondering how he would improve his project. He stared at the dark mahogany bladed ceiling fan as it span with a slight wobble. "Why won't they just behave? I set them up with land, I gave them stuff to live off of and they still want more." He then thought to his father's lecture about when he was in school creating small lives. "Son, it takes a diligent man to create a working world, I slaved over that annoying planet for hours a night, but it paid off! I was valedictorian don't you know!" Of course he knew, he gets reminded of it about once a week. "I could try to study more, there has to be a way to save this project..." He realistically knew why he was failing, but was in denial over this truth. "I have to be honest with myself, I've been slacking off, but I'm tired. I have friends to see and good tv to watch." He was beginning to see the "C-" he received as less of a failure and more of an achievement. "I mean, here I am, half assing a planet full of idiots who blindly love me for no reason, or jerks that don't believe in me at all, and I'm still passing. What's the point of all of this creation bull shit anyway? It's not like it serves any REAL purpose." His self satisfaction grew by the second. "yeah... I'm doing okay and I'm enjoying myself, long as I pass, I'm good."
He reached to his right to pick up the remote controller for the television and clicked it on. "Ooooo, Universaian idol is on!" He watched the images interchange rapidly eventually losing track of time and dozing off.
"Boy, get up! GET UP!" His father was violently shaking him. "wh..whh..what!?" He managed to finally vocalize. "Something's wrong with your planet, you need to do something." He lied back for a second, trying to fully regain his senses. "I didn't even hear you guys walk in, I must of been dead tired." He said as he was slowly rising out of his former position. "That wasn't all you missed, you should have a look over here." His father led him to their workspace where God's small blue planet was suspended. "Now, I'm no expert... besides having created the perfect planet when I was your age, but that aside -- I'd say you're people are dead son." God received a burst of adrenaline and hurried over to his globe, slowly becoming blackened out by dense clouds. "Awww no NO NOOOO!!!! I don't even know what happened!" His father looked somewhat disappointed. "Looks like you're repeating the course again boy, It's a shame too. I figured this one would work out." His father stuffed his hands in his pockets "let's just hope they don't stick you in remedial creationism next quarter, right?" He said as he slowly walked out of the room. God had never felt more powerless and useless in his entire pitiful existence.
If there was a god, I imagine he'd be a lot like this, completely imperfect and overwhelmed, not to mention wholly uninterested.