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2 miniuts to five... I do believe it is safe to say that the day is over. For me anyways. Today, March 13, 2005, was just like every other day. Long, boring, and full of nothing in particular. The thrill that I got today was biting into an Oreo and realizing that there was no icing inside. Just two hard, bitter, chocolate waffers without as much of a hint of the sweet, treasure that should have been inside.
This got me thinking. This Oreo, which now lays on the desktop infront of me, gathering dust, is much like life. Plain from begining to end, with nothing special inside. Nothing sweet, no treasure, nothing to escape to at the end of the day. Nothing to shelter you from the nomadic world of reality.
Then after shitting my brain on that for about half an hour, I decided I should atleast attempt my homework. So I did my social. Now let me ask you this: Who the hell cares about Louis Riel? Who the hell cares that Quebec wants to break off of Canada? By all means, let them! Let them screw themselfs into the ground where they can wallow in self pitty where they already do. (Please note that this is not directed at any specific person. Who it is directed at is the damn Quebec government, for being so bloody arrogant). So yay, I completed my social homework. Then closing my binder, I saw this bright, yellow piece of paper proding its way up my nose. My cume rewiew for math. But who the hell cares about math?
So I parked my a** on the couch in the living room, and just sat there, watching nothing of interist outside. Now you must know this, I have lived in this house for the majority of my life. All but 3 months of my life I have lived here. (But that is something I would like to forget mind you). And nothing bloody well changes in this rut called Alberta, therefor its the same friggen scenery every damn day that passes by. The extent of the changes outside of the window would have been the tree, which fell on my neighbours car during a freak lightning storm a few years back.
Which of course the senile s**t blames the thing on my, even though there were burn marks on the branches and what not. Apparently, I am such a little hellian in his eyes that there could be a leaf that blows into his yard, and the guy will s**t his pants yelling at me for it. I hate seniors. Love thy neighbour my a**...
So anywho, like I said, s**t didilly changes out the window, and the remote was the only thing in arms reach other then a cosmopolitan. Push the little button... News... News... News... Religious channel. Now why the hell is there a channel for that?... News... Cast Away. Probably a movie I've seen atleast 30, maybe 40 times, but hey, this one has comercials! So I watched it, hell of alot better then watching the Pope throw a bird at a wall or whatever he was doing.
<center>"I knew that I had to let go. I knew that I was never going to see this place again. But I knew that I had to keep breathing. Then one day, the tide proved me wrong. The tide changed and brought me a sail. And now I'm here, and I've lost her all over again. But I know that I've got to keep breathing. Because tomorow, the sun will rise, and who knows what the tide will bring?" --- Tom Hanks</center>
The I moved my a** off the couch and turned on my PS2. Too lazy to change the disks, Call of Duty appeared on screen. What the hell, I'll play it, its a fun game right? Hell no, maybe it would be fun if the AI wasn't so friggen retared. Don't know how many times I've been killed by my own team. Well, my uncle always says that the AI in the game is only as good as you are. Apparently, he thinks hes a Gaming Guru, but if thats the case, I'm a friggen 3 year old with a machine gun.
But now I'm here... Waiting to see if my someone special has sent me an email or whatever. But so far she hasn't, and as I said before my day is pretty much over.
Yes, I know I'm a whiny f**, get over it...
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 Brack Mercurie · Mon Mar 14, 2005 @ 12:41am · 0 Comments |
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