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So my friend is coming over in a couple of minutes for to bring me to his house to settle something. ANd i've decided to make a blog post in the amount of minutes he takes to get to my house. That's about four to five minutes. I shall provide a discourse on my day.

My day started out awesomely and resplendently. With birds chirping in the air and the bees buzzing in the seas. That did not make sense.

I was skipping joyfully about my house when suddenly.

Three men in black masks completely suited for urban warfare burst through my window shattering the glass. They wipped out Mp5 sub machine guns and began to start catwalking up my hallway. Posing infront of me with their machine guns

An Apology

Now it seems that every blog post begins with an apology. And for that I apologize profusely. As profusely as possible. Made possible by profuse apologies. Made possible by my profuse apologies made possible by my profuse apologies made possible by my prof...

Hee Hee.

Lately my life has been a seismic graph, very good times indeed,thrown in with a few bad ones. However, the vanilla flavored good times taste so much better after the wake up call of the coffee tasting bad ones. Truth be told, I am finding my joy in the Lord. I am finding my peace in him as well.

I am studying writing. Its just hit me that my career will one day have to do with writing. Sadly, I've begun to question the prestige of my degree. Surely something with a name that ends with a "sicist" or a "ology" sounds far better than "ter". However, I've realized that I only ever bothered with thinking about how prestigious my degree is because I wanted to show off.

Superficial?

Yes. I do agree.

But then again, writing is a love. Something I can zone out and do for at least two hours before having to get up, adjust the balance of my buttocks on my seat before deciding its time to deflate the bladder. At the moment, words, a google of them, are my color pencils to color the world I live in. To give vibrant colors to the parts that interest me. To color fill areas that make me happy with oranges and yellows. To darken pictures that scare me with greys and blacks. But I've realized I wouldn't write without an audience.

Hmm, I should probably blog more often.

Let Me.

Let me get in your mind and paint a picture,

Let me, with clay, make you a sculpture

Let me touch, and make, and sew and thread.

With words an artpiece in your head.

Ultimate Morning Process (which I wanna have)

Wake up at six.

Facebook about waking up at six.

Toilet to allow deflation of the bladder, accompanied by morning thunder.

Shower. A nice, warm, thorough scrub.

Teeth brushed, flossed. Face scrubbed, feeling very clean.

Quiet time.

Hair merged with a little wax. Deodorant or cologne sprayed on, depending on whom I'm meeting. Deodorant for men. Cologne for ladies.

Pick out clothes! If its cold, jeans with a shirt. Some socks and some shoes. Normally vans. If I feel like it, pants and slippers!

Downstairs for some breakfast!

Red beans heated, eggs fried.

Coffee made with coffee maker, mixed with milk to produce a welcoming latte.

Falling going back to sleep only to wake up at eleven.

Facebook about waking up at eleven.

Sleepy.

Mine eyes are shutting. Quietly, slowly, deliberately. Demanding that I stop, demanding that I sleep. I refuse. There's work to be done.

There's posts to write, friends to chat with, friends to make. Scenes to enjoy, movies to watch. Assignments to be done. Lectures to attend.

There's things to become, things to move on from. Things to fight for, things to figure out. Time to grow. Time to know how to grow.

But this time, my the muscles around my eyes quietly soothe my mind with a gentle melody. A soft string ensemble choiring me to rest. I am tired, I want to give in. I want to fall asleep in a theatre with the ochestra of my senses lullabying me. Winking at me, smilling at me. Gently stroking my face, to sleep.

My bed beckons. Fresh smells. Familiar smells. The colors of beige, light blue and some yellow. The warm afternoon sun peeking cheekily through my window blinds. My pillow welcoming me. My blue blanket, delightfully cool as my legs rub against the fabric. My beige mattres sinking into my body. I turn my head to my clock, and give in to the lullaby.

I'm asleep.

Sat down. Wanna Study.

The green cup on my table has drops of coffee stains all over one side of it. It looks happy, sort of pimpled with brown farts of caffeine speckled on it. Its half an hour to three, and I've done all I've needed to do. I've turned myself into a major hurricane and swept up my room, using the full entirety of my barometric power to throw bits and pieces of my room into order. I've turned myself into a Japanese industrial packaging machine kachunking my clothes into neat little squares. Stuffing my socks into amusing little balls.

Caffeine is cheekily floating through my veins dumping adrenaline and causing a complete mess of themselves. Floating on red rubber barges with their orchestral instruments while playing covers of disco pop as they cruise up and down my blood stream. No wonder my fingers are starting to shake.

Despite increasing efforts to keep my room in shape, atrophy steps in every five minutes, giving my possessions a hi five and proceeding to have a dance battle. My books get thrown about, my pens somehow lodged in never before seen places. My handphone somehow manages to grow itself little Nokia legs and do the boogie before running off into a fold of a shirt somewhere in my room. The plugs and power points stare blankly at me as though saying," we could help you if we wanted to but we're inanimate objects." Wonderful help they are.

Regardless! My room is clean, I just drank mah coffee and I need to study. Now to look for someone to study with!

Wanted.

Sunlight, fresh air and unicorn sprinkles of love. What more could I possibly ask for? Apparently quite a couple of things. However, it must be noted that these are things I want. Having the cash and blessing to get them, I believe I'd rather just save and buy some book sitting on some shelf with a catchy title and a preposterous name. But I really want them!

1) Nissan GT-R




Sigh....

The Nissan GT-R was made with cornering and handling in mind. That said, it still goes at the speed of insane fury, making jet fighter sounds at high speed turns. Fury also made the fastest speed record for a production car at the Nurburgring circuit. Modeled and shaped for a more masculine look instead of the usual European blonde stylings, it is boxy, yet somehow; stunningly beautiful. And because it performs so well, it politely samurais the Porche 911 Turbo as one of the world's best production supercars. And costs less.

2) Aviators.




These look fashionably revelant. First, these shades were made for World War 2 airmen by RayBans. The distinctively tear dropped shades were crafted so they could fit perfectly into the flight goggles the airforce pilots wore. And because they allowed sun and glare protection, military pilots had visual advantages in day missions and dogfights.

They hit public fame when General Douglas MacArthur walked onto the Phillipine Beach during the Allies' Pacific campaign wearing aviators. MacArthur then gritted his teeth and gave the I-look-as-cool-as-beans look and the military paparazzi went crazy! Lady Gaga what? The American public went wild with them and so did the rest of the world.


3)RISK. The game of global domination.



Since I can't conquer the world. I'll settle for the game. But it's so expensive!!

Not only is it an awesome game, it was grounbreaking at the time it was invented. Made by a French film maker Albert Lamorrisey ( who that?) it was the most cutting edge production boardgame of its time.


The prototype RISK boardgame was fitted with pseudo guided missiles, tractor beams and robot controlled machine guns. The Hasbro board deemed it too dangerous (SISSIES) and decided to use plastic pieces instead.


I've realized now I've run out of things that I want so frivolously. Or maybe its the assignments calling out my name. Regardless, take note, these are things I WANT. Not NEED. But sigh... I really want them.