| February 14th, 2003 |
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| Real Name: | Ziekfried The Blue Menace |
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| Location: | Spring Hill, FL, United States  |
| Occupation: | 10th grade student |
| Age: | 18 |
| Gender: | Male |
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My buddy from New England commented that "Everybody from New England thinks that Florida is the answer." As he said this, two thoughts came to my mind: First, I couldn't tell you where New England was on a map. Secondly, that Florida isn't the answer to much of anything.
Hey, hear me out before you crucify me for that one. Ever since I moved here from New York I've felt this place has some kind of aura about it. No, it isn't a calming sensation, it's a lazy sensation. Like arsenic, something about this place settles into your bones and doesn't let go. Everything you want to do bores you and everything you used to do isn't interesting anymore.
I can't quite put my finger on it, but its robbed me of my want to do a lot of things I used to enjoy. I find that, lately, I have the attention span of a five year old, and can't seem to hold an intelligent conversation.
Before you call me crazy for blaming that on a location, bear in mind that I used to live in New York, where people are usually in a rush to go somewhere important because they're important people. Here, people are still in some kind of rush, but where they're going isn't important because they aren't important.
I swear to god the next person who makes no effort to evade me while walking a path that would drive them straight into me can endure bumping their head into my ribcage; *bleep* them.
Every once in awhile the perpetual aura of slow that seems to overtake me gets really, really bad and I start to get depressed again. I faced bouts of depression after I moved because I lost friends and a healthy relationship. I promised myself I was done being depressed, and I'm not about to start ruining my shit again.
I'm not into the whole cutting myself business, but sometimes I like pain. No, it isn't some kinky bullshit I'm into, you pervert, but sometimes I feel it's neccisary to bring me back onto solid ground. If my mind wanders too far I start to think strange and sometimes distressing thoughts I'd rather not bring about. Breaking a knuckle from too much time against my punching bag doesn't bother me; I'll keep on mashing blood against the leather until my wrists hurt.
Ever have one of those days where you feel like you have ADD, but you aren't doing anything out of the ordinary? I can usually watch TV and play a mean game of DOTA in The Frozen Throne, but sometimes it just can't be so.
You know what, forget that last paragraph. I don't like it, but I don't feel like erasing it. If I did that it would be unfair treatment of this writing; I'm just letting my thoughts spill out into text as they pop up.
I wish I had a glass that was full of water that refilled itself whenever it got too low. I'm tired of getting up and going to the kitchen for more water. Hell, I drink half the glass before I even sit down again. I think the water around here makes you thirsty...
Now that I think about it, I think that was some plot in an old Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoon I saw once. Boris Badanov (or whatever the hell his name was, I can't be assed into remembering all those minute details) invented some kind of liquid that looked like water but made you thirsty when you drank it. Weird.
What kind of fifteen year old am I? It's four in the morning, I've got a glass of water in front of me, and I'm about to watch an episode of Thundercats on my computer. I still watch this show? I live in Florida? I drink water? This shit is bananas (b-a-n-a-n-a-s).
Nobody saw me do that. That song does NOT exist. I don't think anybody even listens to that song, just that one part. I saw it scratched into a desk in science class once and couldn't help but think it was funny. After some research it's now stuck in my head, scratched into my mind as it were. That is some chickens.
I wonder if there's some kind of maximum limit on this thing. It doesn't warn me about it to the right of this cute little box, but I think I'll ctrl + c just in case. I don't think I'll ever change this little essay; it took me all this time to write the damn thing, didn't it? There's probobly too many naughty words in this, but the little disclaimer says to be natural, so there you go.
Lion-o and a tall glass of water summon me away from this writing now. Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I blah blah icecream cones. |
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