I really, really, really can't wait to go all of a sudden.
I just realized how little privacy I have here now that my grandma has aides in the house full time, day and night, and how awesome it is to be down in my family room, on the same floor she is, and know that the aide and her seem to have fallen asleep.
There is a certain mental peace to it...and it's really awesome.
I cannot remember the last time I could work downstairs on my laptop, knowing I'm the only one awake, and finally having the psychological seclusion I so dearly love on a primal level.
As you are reading this, the shadows on my hands look straight out of Doom 3, the oxygen machine is whirring, but the peaceful breathing of people in their sleep makes all of this tranquility seem awesome.
I mean God, it's beautiful. I have a smirk of relief on my face for the first time in weeks.
I truly feel like I'm the only one alive - it's great.
After I get back from Cleveland I can start to manufacture my social life, now that everything is in order.
And all I gotta say is this - it will be fucking awesome to finally hang out with friends, get a girlfriend, and spend as little time as possible in this shithole, that miraculously bodet'd itself until circa 5:00 AM this monring, when the bacteria and fecal matter will return it to it's shitholian glory of Roman Empiric proportions.
And I just heard my mother moan awake. Or was it the aide? Or was it the cat?
I don't care but that ruined it a bit. Still, it's better than nothing at all.
When I go to Cleveland, I'll be spending time at my Grandma's. My father rented hotel rooms for me and my bro, but if he's going to try to get us to stay in them, the words "Fuck you" will spew out of my mouth, because I'm sick and tired of being around the same strands of DNA all the time.
When I turn 18 and graduate, I'm moving out. And to think, just think, that on June 26, 2007, my whole childhood will come to an end. No more school, no more books. No more teachers dirty grades like failing the Sophomore class' best writer in English - myself. I'm taking it up with my counselor, he got fired cause he sucked.
But I can say for a fact I can't wait. Why do I feel like I'm the only human who wants their childhood to end ASAP? Is it because I just can't fucking wait to start up my company and create kick-ass games, have fun, and make money?
Is it because that now both my corporate life and my home life will be essentially a 24/7 party?
Is it because I want independence?
Only time will tell.
I just realized how little privacy I have here now that my grandma has aides in the house full time, day and night, and how awesome it is to be down in my family room, on the same floor she is, and know that the aide and her seem to have fallen asleep.
There is a certain mental peace to it...and it's really awesome.
I cannot remember the last time I could work downstairs on my laptop, knowing I'm the only one awake, and finally having the psychological seclusion I so dearly love on a primal level.
As you are reading this, the shadows on my hands look straight out of Doom 3, the oxygen machine is whirring, but the peaceful breathing of people in their sleep makes all of this tranquility seem awesome.
I mean God, it's beautiful. I have a smirk of relief on my face for the first time in weeks.
I truly feel like I'm the only one alive - it's great.
After I get back from Cleveland I can start to manufacture my social life, now that everything is in order.
And all I gotta say is this - it will be fucking awesome to finally hang out with friends, get a girlfriend, and spend as little time as possible in this shithole, that miraculously bodet'd itself until circa 5:00 AM this monring, when the bacteria and fecal matter will return it to it's shitholian glory of Roman Empiric proportions.
And I just heard my mother moan awake. Or was it the aide? Or was it the cat?
I don't care but that ruined it a bit. Still, it's better than nothing at all.
When I go to Cleveland, I'll be spending time at my Grandma's. My father rented hotel rooms for me and my bro, but if he's going to try to get us to stay in them, the words "Fuck you" will spew out of my mouth, because I'm sick and tired of being around the same strands of DNA all the time.
When I turn 18 and graduate, I'm moving out. And to think, just think, that on June 26, 2007, my whole childhood will come to an end. No more school, no more books. No more teachers dirty grades like failing the Sophomore class' best writer in English - myself. I'm taking it up with my counselor, he got fired cause he sucked.
But I can say for a fact I can't wait. Why do I feel like I'm the only human who wants their childhood to end ASAP? Is it because I just can't fucking wait to start up my company and create kick-ass games, have fun, and make money?
Is it because that now both my corporate life and my home life will be essentially a 24/7 party?
Is it because I want independence?
Only time will tell.
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