A Short Story
The boy lifted his hand to his face and snatched the cell phone from his ear. With a snap, the silver plastic case closed, ending the call, "Another one not in town... there's nobody around tonight." His friend who still lived here was busy, homework or something like that. He sighed, and pondered his life recently. A successful PackExpo, a convention for packaging machinery - all of the sales people love him. Applying for jobs and schools. Dreaming about Japan. Playing Halo 2 and Astrowars... while letting Battlegrounds and Dawn of War linger, uninstalled. Work out, shower, work, school, applications and job search - about two hours to himself, then sleep to do it all over again. Life has worked itself out to routine. Damn, it's boring.
I feel: -_- Listless
2 Comments:
arn't we feeling emo! hehe, As I've said many a time, once you move out, shit'll change for the better, you'll have more "you" time (hmmm... maybe *insert beating off joke here*? maybe not) and you'll be able to mix it up a little more, lessen the monotany.
We need to do some talking man, but first I need to not fail my XML class that I'm 3 chapter behind in (and have a test over those chapters on wensday!!!)
I'm such a fucktard...
9:25 PM
If you happen to have the financial means to get away, far away, for a while. I hear that Edinburgh is a great city. And I know this place where you could stay for free. :) ~ Kari
"Speak! Or I shall smite thee with my mighty blade!" ~ Rogar the Barbarian; The Gamers
5:08 AM
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