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2:19 am now
i dont believe being up this late is a healthy habit.
this is like my 3rd day stayin up this late and just...idk, exploring, contemplating, pondering.
about what? thats exactly what i keep asking.
finished looking outside, being outside, its a very cold night, rain weather.
its warm in here (my house), its become an easy task to just slip inside the sheets after a great warm shower because the icy spanish tile floor can make ones body quickly become a popsicle. as i spread my toes in admiration for the warmth, i cant help but think of all the ridiculous memories of being a small boy. how easy it was to create fantasy worlds in my head and enjoy it with my toys. yep, those were the days. now my calender consists of studying, working, and small family time, very small family time. i still find effort to scribble little thoughts here and there, im working on this small project which could be considered a short sci-fi story, not really publishing material but just a "fantasy world" im enjoying/ having fun exploring on my own. its really a personal remembrance of the area i grew up in all my life- Los Angeles. i want to write down as much as i can about this pin-point on planet earth before i move to north carolina. after i move, i want to be able to flip through the pages and reflect on the buildings, people, culture, technology and heritage. rememberance that i once lived here. sure, im thinking ahead of myself, i dont plan to move until 2years from now but so what? i think its normal to feel home sick before actually leaving home (does that make sense). at least im preparing myself for the inevitable. im learning to modify my feelings in such a way that i will be ready to leave Los Angeles when the time calls for it. so, back to the beginning, im here, lying in bed, on my stomach, staring at a computer, wondering where the hell my american spirits are! my eyes are slightly dark, man, this morning when i wake up, they are going to be puffy like hell, stretch- 200 sit-ups @ 9, followed by a cold shower, a bowl of cream of wheat, chamomile tea, math work 6hrs, 1hr nap, repeat math work 2hrs, read other material, stay up until 2:19 am ....and type more worthless bullshit on my journal just to tire my eyes from the bright ass computer screen and pass the fuck out.
i dont believe being up this late is a healthy habit.
this is like my 3rd day stayin up this late and just...idk, exploring, contemplating, pondering.
about what? thats exactly what i keep asking.
finished looking outside, being outside, its a very cold night, rain weather.
its warm in here (my house), its become an easy task to just slip inside the sheets after a great warm shower because the icy spanish tile floor can make ones body quickly become a popsicle. as i spread my toes in admiration for the warmth, i cant help but think of all the ridiculous memories of being a small boy. how easy it was to create fantasy worlds in my head and enjoy it with my toys. yep, those were the days. now my calender consists of studying, working, and small family time, very small family time. i still find effort to scribble little thoughts here and there, im working on this small project which could be considered a short sci-fi story, not really publishing material but just a "fantasy world" im enjoying/ having fun exploring on my own. its really a personal remembrance of the area i grew up in all my life- Los Angeles. i want to write down as much as i can about this pin-point on planet earth before i move to north carolina. after i move, i want to be able to flip through the pages and reflect on the buildings, people, culture, technology and heritage. rememberance that i once lived here. sure, im thinking ahead of myself, i dont plan to move until 2years from now but so what? i think its normal to feel home sick before actually leaving home (does that make sense). at least im preparing myself for the inevitable. im learning to modify my feelings in such a way that i will be ready to leave Los Angeles when the time calls for it. so, back to the beginning, im here, lying in bed, on my stomach, staring at a computer, wondering where the hell my american spirits are! my eyes are slightly dark, man, this morning when i wake up, they are going to be puffy like hell, stretch- 200 sit-ups @ 9, followed by a cold shower, a bowl of cream of wheat, chamomile tea, math work 6hrs, 1hr nap, repeat math work 2hrs, read other material, stay up until 2:19 am ....and type more worthless bullshit on my journal just to tire my eyes from the bright ass computer screen and pass the fuck out.