It seems like my little chapter I wrote attracted quite a lot of people. Interesting.
I wrote it while on the bus coming home. Whenever I'm finished writing something, I usually throw it out, because I hate a lot of my own work. I don't think I write anything special, but eh.
This isn't a good story at all, but I'll work on it, it might turn into a long project.
I've been listening to this friggin song for 20 minutes. Mountain Jam, The Allman Brothers Band. It's a 33 minute song. Nice.
I also want to thank this special someone, for encouraging me to post the story up online. Thanks love. <3.
A Story
As he laid there depicting what had happened on the first day of the ceremony, others were roaring in anticipation. He had brought shame upon his own, and failed. One after another, the others walked out the door, and the room started slowly emptying. It was not a matter of how strong or fast your body was, it is of how you can act upon times of trouble When you were on the verge of death.
None of us were allowed to see what was happening outside of the prison, but we laid there, hearing all of the gruesome sounds of death and pain. If we were to pass this, the other tests would prove considerably worse and even to a point of mental breakdowns. In this sick society, this is what deems you worthy, this is what turns you into who you are, this determines your fate as either dead, or a warrior worth your country.
It is a shame to see all of the people die as the way they do. 16 is not an age where people should fight to the death. The mind and the body are still growing, and to experience death at that age is something that would not be allowed. Another moan and a holler, as the prison gate opens. This time another classmate of mine exists, staring at me with those drugged out eyes of his.
“Don’t you dare die on me Mason!”
Samson is not the type to go out and fight someone, but after all of those chemicals starting hitting your brain, there’s not much to be done. I wish I were chosen as a Knerr, instead of an Arrk. I was always the more intellectual type. More of a thinker, a leader.
I’m not sure why the precious fight had ended so soon, but now I was up. And I was forced up by another and shoved outside the prison. I looked out and the sun was shining all too bright. I had chosen to wear all too little armor for speed. If I had chosen more armor, I could have blinded him. I took out my baton that my father had given me, wishing me my luck. Good thing this wasn’t a ballistics battle, we don’t own a gun, and I would have to have fought with a baton instead.
My opponent came out with Adreno injected into his system, you could tell. Mead came charging at me with his sledgehammer and swung it at me as heard as he could. I jumped out of the way and he missed. His hammer got buried in the sand and he stumbled as he tried to prod it out. I took my baton and swung and hit him. He flinched but his armor was too thick. This was a very bad situation to be in.
“Hahaha! You’re dead! There’s no way you can hurt me with that thing!”
He took his hammer, pulled it out and swung it sideways. It nearly hit me and I dropped to the floor onto my stomach. He swung too hard and the momentum of the sledgehammer made him fly 2 feet sideways. I got up and tried to prod the armor off of his body. He tried to shove me off, but I took my baton and started choking him. He started laughing.
“Oh yeah, choke me with that baton, that’ll do you good.”
He jerked his head and my baton snapped in half. He picked me up while I was in shock and threw me against the wall of scrap metal.
“Mason, I knew you couldn’t beat me. You were never a Knerr. You never could have been, and now, I’m taking that “gift” of yours away, for good.”
He took his sledgehammer, rose it, and swung.
I just re-did my computer. For those of you who don't know what that means, I re-installed pretty much everything. Just for kicks, and so it would be a little faster.
Stephen if your reading this, I want my XP disc back, and Spore back.
If anyone else is reading this, hey.
I got this book entitled "501 Must-See Movies", and finished reading it immediately. I must say that there are quiet a lot of movies that I've never even heard of in that book.
My goal isn't to watch all of those movies, because I'm sure I wouldn't be able to. It would probably take an entire lifetime to dedicate that much time.
Right now, I'm working on getting Seven Samurai, One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, It's A Wonderful Life, and Dog Day Afternoon.
ALL of those movies are really really good, and my friends haven't watched them, so I plan to.
On another note, apparently girls go crazy for my hair from a poll I took. Which makes me happy.
I started school this week, and it's going pretty good so far. All of my professors are really nice, and seem like good teachers.
This semester I'm taking six courses, which is way more than I should be, since I missed out on last semester. Classes include, Logical Math, American History, Introduction to Psychology, Rock N' Roll: A Music Lesson, English, and Physical Conditioning with Weight Training.
Yeah.
I haven't gotten to my Physical Education class yet, and I"m looking forward to it. I only have it once a week on Friday's, since it's a 3 hour long class.
I'm going attempt to create my own type of poem. Call it what you want, I'm calling it unique.
Pick up the phone, and blaspheme.
Deliver some patience, and receive hatred.
Realize your will, and take a fake shower.
Burden yourself with respect, and let people trample over you.
Never learn, but keep on striving.
Divine in your mind, but the world is corrupt.
Instinctively do what's right, and receive nothing in return.
Be sad, and make the world happy.
Take in what happiness you can, because there is so little.
Yeah this is pretty sad, but I guess things reflect on how you feel at the moment. Don't read it as a sad poem. Read it was a powerful one. That's what I was amazing for. I wrote it on the spot, while making this post.
So it was my birthday yesterday, and it turned out pretty bad. The day before that was the "party". I say that in quotes because it was a pretty much normal get-together and nothing special happened.
During this event I got incredibly sick and threw up in the bathroom. Then I went home, and as it turns out, I got food poisoning. Anyone who knows me, knows that I eat a ridiculous amount of food, but this time I seriously overdid it.
Yesterday, the 17th, my birthday, I spent pretty much the whole day in my house, with noone over or anything, but I did go out to a diner with my friends, but obviously I couldn't eat anything, and I felt like shit the whole time. But at least I got some fresh air, I think it did me well.
Right now I feel a little bit better, and after some calculating, I realized that before I woke up today, I was awake for about a little more than 30 hours.
What I got for my birthday. 50 dollars, a shirt, and scattegories. wonderful.
I finally beat Crysis yesterday. It took forever, because I'm never in windows mode. So I came home from my mother's house, and it was in windows mode. I don't know why, but probably because the mac OS X restarted because of updates, and when it restarted, it was made to restart in windows mode.
So anyway, it took a lot longer than I thought, it's a pretty long game when you die so much.
I'll do a review within the next week if I feel like it. I want to get Crysis: Warhead, and try that out, because it also got very good ratings.
It's amazing, it's 2009, and the game was released in 2007, and it still is the most graphically advanced game...for now.
I wrote 35 questions on my wall. They compose of questions that everyone should ask themselves. You have to answer honestly though. I won't type them up, because then the purpose is lost. It's for anyone who enters my room, and reads those questions.
I'm going to make them write their name on the side, and answer yes or no to each one.
In other news, my foot is bleeding right now! And it hurts! It'll go away, it's a blister from my old shoes that scratched up the back of my foot after new years. These new converse are good, it's the blister that's bad.
I also got new sharpies, new ideas, new designs for the future.
And I lost the person I had liked.
See you with another very spontaneous post next time.
I'm pretty much not getting anything I want as some of my friends know. I've been giving all I can to my friends because I greatly appreciate having them around and sticking with me. I've been feeling very altruistic these past 2 weeks, and I feel good about it, but I really need something to bring me up.
I've been down for quite a long time, since around October, but even before that I was feeling pretty bad. I've been feeling very cold and lonely, but I want that to change.
As the new year started things have been getting worse, and that has really got to change. I want to make myself better, for myself, but more importantly for everyone else as well. I've started many projects, and finished a couple of them, and still have much to go.
I just want to have a really fun and good birthday but I don't see that happening. There's too many people in the house, and my father just simple would not want that many of my friends to be here in my house. I might have to just not do anything at all, and that's how it's been from the start.
I'm almost 19, and I haven't accomplished anything in my life. That's got to change.
I want to write something really witty, and sketch it on my wall, and write over it in sharpie. I have writing already that says "I WILL SUCCEED", so I'd like the writing to go over that, in a box.
I don't have a camera, so I can't take a picture.
I need to write something really intellectual and witty, which is hard to do when it has to be a couple pages long. Maybe I'll pull of a hope and happiness rant.
While I'm trying to get my super drive to work, it just won't, it keeps spitting out cds that I put into it. I'm trying to make a mixed cd as a gift for my friend Nick. It's blank, as in the cover of it is blank, so I can draw on it.
Anyway, a lot of people have been looking at me, and telling me how I've been looking depressed and sad. I kind of feel it. I've been very tired lately, without much energy, and apparently I look sad all the time.
Well that just can't do. I want to be happy, I really do, but the inner me, just doesn't feel it. I think I know the reasons why, but I just can't bring myself to type it up for everyone to see.
I will have you guys know, that I am pretty much jealous of all of my friends right now though. I feel like I don't have anything that anyone else has. One of my friends tried to give me a pep talk to make me feel better, but I think in the end it made me feel worse. I think it was the fact that I was being given a pep talk in the first place. I shouldn't need one, because I shouldn't ever feel bad.
I've also been having self-doubt lately, and you can ask everyone, I am a very confident person who doesn't really hesitate in doing anything I want to. I just don't feel confident that much anymore. It's funny how many things one person can do to you, especially if you think about it for too much.
In other news, I couldn't find any cheap white shirts anywhere for under 20 dollars, which is pretty ridiculous. Also, I got new converse shoes, which are really nice.
Complain to you next time.
While I was walking home tonight, there were no cars in the streets, and no sound or anything. And I was carrying my ankle weights on my shoulder. As I was pondering about some personal things, that are personal, I decided I would work on a script.
I don't have a camera, but I would really like one for my birthday, although, I usually don't get anything on my birthday, but that's a depressing topic, so I won't focus on that.
But I really liked the way the street looked, and I thought to myself, "I really want to write a good script, and direct it, and turn into a really good short movie."
I think I will.
So I wanted to get really creative and come up with designs to put on a shirt. I started making some designs and I really liked them. So I eventually found a picture of a guy throwing up a rainbow.
After doing some touch-ups and seeing how I could put it on a shirt, I made my very first attempt at making a shirt. I think it turned out decently well.
Enter Picture.
There it is. I think it turned out pretty nice.
Making the actual shirt, and drawing on it with sharpies was incredibly difficult. When I printed out the design, I had to outline everything with a black sharpie. Then I had to iron the shirt, so that it was pretty much completely flat, and nothing would screw up or move out of place.
After that, I put the design right under the first layer, and drew the outline over the shirt. This took about an hour.
After doing that, I had to color everything in. This was even harder and took another hour or two. The colors kept changing after I would put it on, and I'm not sure why. But in the end it settled down kind of.
I screwed up a little on the lines going down, where they spiral in different directions and whatnot. I managed to make it look nice by coloring over the screwed up parts though.
It's funny, I have no artistic skill at all, but when it comes to designs and making things look nice, I'm pretty good at it.
If anyone has any ideas for me to make designs on a white shirt, give me them, and I'll make a shirt for you. I'm getting really into this.
So I went to a party at my friends house, and it was really nice. It wasn't anything special, we pretty much did what we would do every night, except more people, and a lot of food. It was really nice. I played some poker, guitar hero, and just socialized.
After a while of that, we went to my other friends house. This was where everything went a little downhill, for me and another friend.
Phil, Nick, Kyle, Jenna, Andrew, and I went elsewhere and had accessed ourselves to a lot alcohol. Me being the idiot I am, immediately decided that I wanted to drink. I had never gotten passed the point of having a spinning head, and that is where most people stop. I told myself I wanted to get passed that, so I kept downing everything.
In total I had 7 cups of mixed alcohol, and 2 beers. My friend Kyle had about 2 cups, and 1 beer. My other friend Andrew had 1 cup and 2 beers.
Of course, I got shitfaced.
It was a good thing that I had eaten around 7 sandwiches at Jenna's house, because if I had not, I would potentially be dead somewhere. It was also good that I had these friends, and I'm very grateful for them, because if it weren't for them, I would also probably have been dead somewhere.
So all of us were upstairs, and I was really losing it, so I knew that I had to let them know things. I can't quite remember telling them everything. Everything I wanted to say came out right in my head, but in real life, it sounded something like "AShfhglavawe'aghra."
I put my hands on Jenna's shoulders and started talking to her thinking it was Kyle. Then I tried to state who everyone is, and screwed it all up.
Then as we were going downstairs, I lost my balance so Kyle started saying "Left foot, right foot," and that is when I lost it. After that point I remember absolutely nothing.
Apparently I started vomiting like all hell, and everything that was inside me started coming out. I threw up all over the walls, and floor, the toilet and a little on Kyle. Now that I think about it, it was pretty funny.
After that Jenna got her parents to drop me off home, and for that I'm grateful. After that, I guess I was laid down in my bed. That's when I woke up and freaked out, because I felt like crap, could barely move, and my hair was covered in dry vomit.
Never again.
