October 5, 2012

  • Gotta Wake Up...

    I'm pretty tired but feel pretty compelled to do an entry.

    I think I've discovered what I'm going to name the title of the book that I'll eventually be writing. I thought about it while driving to school, and it almost made me shed a tear. I'm not exactly sure what the title is going to be, but I have a general idea of what direction I want to take. As far as the book content? I'm not too sure of that. It's really tough starting a book...it's like writing the introduction to an essay -- the only difference is you're writing a 100+ page essay, and the introduction is going to be at least 3 pages. I actually wrote a longer story when I was 12 -- I manually wrote that shit on a piece of paper, and dedicated a long time to it. I threw it in the trash when I wasn't satisfied -- I'm not even sure if my mom pulled it out of the trash to see what it had to say. I know that if I was a father at that point and my son did the same thing, I'd do everything I could to read it. I bet that shit is hilarious!

    I was in a good mood to go to school today unlike last time when I was pissed off at the world, along with myself, and decided to spend some time at the lake to continue reading my book. I managed to finish the first book of Harry Potter -- it didn't take me that long. I've got a whole bunch of other books to go, but my girlfriend is reading the third and wants me to slow down. I went on Amazon last night and bought a Nicolas Sparks book, but forgot that my Kindle was still at Kathleen's place. Originally, I planned on buying a book and going to class early so I could read it -- I knew we had a review in class, so I didn't have to study for anything. Next Thursday I have a midterm and my grade in Spanish is pretty bad right now. Tuesday is a student study day, but I gotta work 3 to 10 like a cool kid. I tried to request a personal day, but I was a tad bit too late since my manager already completed the schedule. Oh well -- if my girlfriend wasn't at school all fuckin' day, I probably would've spent it at Kathleen's place anyways. Would I rather be with her than study? Hell yeah! It's just Spanish. It's all memorization, so it's not like it's gonna take a whole week to study for a midterm. Just a full 24 hours the day before the exam. With my luck, that'll come true.

    In Spanish class, a woman mentioned that I look like someone she saw earlier yesterday, except he was bald. The bald version of me, basically. She told me that I wouldn't look good bald, and I kind of took it as a compliment. I know that my genetic baldness is inevitable -- unless, by some miracle Rogaine works or someone funds me the money to have Bosley, I'm going to be bald. There's no question about that. It's funny when someone would pretend like I have a choice at becoming bald. I know she's kidding and I didn't take offense, but some people don't really think about how people feel. I'm a strong guy...you can't be weak and growing bald genetically because it's like getting cancer and knowing your death: you either choose to let it consume you, or you choose to make the best of it. I made the best of my hair -- I comb my hair every morning even if there's not much of a difference. My girlfriend says I'll be completely bald by 30 -- all I can say is...I sure do hope. Another 8 years before I have no choice but to shave that sucker off? Hell yeah. At least let me grow old enough so I won't feel like an odd person for growing genetically bald so fast. Even still, I don't care. It's something that I've learned to accept -- otherwise, my self-esteem would be much...much lower.

    By the way, that woman? Surprisingly big boobs. If I was single, I probably would've pursued. Fortunately, my girlfriend has some pretty tig bitties as well. I used to not be a tit kind of guy, but I think my girlfriend has converted me -- but I'll never stop being an ass guy, either.

    I could say some other stuff about my day, but they're pretty insignificant. A traffic Cop by an Elementary school stepped in front of my car and pretty much told me to slow down using hand movements, but I accelerated fast when he got out of my way. I didn't give a fuck. Shit to do, places to go, crack to smoke.

    Now I'm gonna go to bed because I gotta wake up in about 4 hours. In order to take my girlfriend to the DMV for her driving test appointment, I have to leave work at 2. For some reason, I chose to work at 6 instead of 7 so I could still get a full 8-hour shift and still leave in time to reach Kathleen. For a 7.45, do you really think it was worth it? Probably not, but I'm gonna do it...and I'm gonna be tired. But that's okay with me because at the end of the day, I'll be snuggling with my girlfriend and won't give a single fuck. I'll sleep in Saturday because I plan on taking Kathleen to a science museum.

    I'll be just fine.