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Waiting in his room behind a cigarette, all he could think was if he'd like to eat outside or at home. He couldn't wait any longer. It had been a long day, running around to get the forms and registrations for his new semester done. He had just scooped up some time to get back for a bath before he could go over to meet her. "When will she call damnit?" he exclaimed to himself, putting the cigarette out in the corroded Therptin box he used for an ash tray. He turned over and turned up the volume to some Tool and began to slowly drift away, with the smoke filling the room. The new neon green bulb he had bought had been more than just a psychedelic friend to me. "Looks like she ain't gonna call today." he thought to himself, at the same time wondering if the Net had gotten any better. Seemed like a cold, boring night ahead if the net didn't get any better. Everyday he prayed, Valve were such gods to have created DoTA 2, all though S2 were the one's who were getting him through the wait for it. He wasn't quite certain where or what he would be exactly when DoTA 2 would come out, with his college just getting over and the requirement of a Job to facilitate his present survival.
The mattress, like time, had slowly slipped away under him, as he ashed the joint. 2 hours had gone by and he had been lost in the snow with K, wondering if he too was as alienated and if the bureaucracy(CBS) would let CHAOS air again, even though they were futile and endless goals. The matter for the present was neither the Net had gotten better nor had she called. A matter of utmost concern, at once a joint needed to be rolled and smoked to spend the time thinking what should be done about it. "Was there any food at home?" he stormed into the kitchen, there was rice, some daal, Murukus(ty blasphemiester), OREOS. That is where his vision stopped, he reached out and ripped the cover open, and popped 2 of them straight into the mouth. It was only 1130 PM, at 2 AM the Net would get better. Tomorrow's class was only at 11 in the morning, if sleep did knock on his door today, he could squeeze in 4 games to make it to the class on time. Somehow, he knew this, and that made him smile. He retreated back to his room, wondering whether K would ever understand the pointlessness of his pursuit. He looked at the grass and sneered "I will not fight you!", the grass replied, "Give yourself to the Dark Side. It is the only way you can save your brain. Yes, your thoughts betray you! Your feelings for them are strong. Especially for... Me. So, you have a bored mind. Your feelings have now betrayed it, too. Your sanity was wise to hide you from me. Now his failure is complete. If you will not turn to the Dark Side, then maybe it will... ". Unlike Star Wars, there wasn't an epic light saber battle going to ensue in his bedroom, but a simple cut,crush and mix procedure followed by a roll it and smoke it policy.
"Whhhhhheerrreeeee Weerrreeeee Yoouuuu, Whheeeerrreeee The FUCK were youuuuuu." he sang with his stoned mind telling him he sounded like David Gilmour. While winamp switched to the aching cries of Maynard James Keenan " Who are you to raise your finger?" he was drawn back to K still chasing endless avenues. He checked the time on his laptop, it read 1:42 AM, which destroyed all the patience he had for K, bundling his pillows he turned to his laptop to wait the last 20 minutes out. "OH NOES!!!" the DvdRip of Paul was out, he was at a new crossroads this time, Paul or HoN. Tough question indeed. Paul would take an hour to download, and that would be enough time to spend with Eric and Hyde in the basement, or getting yelled by Red, "Dumbass!" while smoking a joint, and while he joined Paul later he could download The Tree of Life. The opportunities were endless, whereas playing HoN would lead to either pathetic games on semi-lag and over heating gameplay, or amazing games on semi-lag gameplay. But listening to Red about conspiracy theories last night, "I just think it's a little suspicious that right after we finished our Japanese-made dinner at the restaurant, our Japanese-made car malfunctioned!", had floored him for a good 10 minutes. He decided to download Paul and join Red for some fishing.
The phone buzzed with Peter singing M.C Hammer's "You Can't touch this", disturbing Red halfway through a discourse on Parenting. It was her, she wanted to meet MaryJ, it was clear from his face that he didn't want to drive but he couldn't really get himself to say no either. He put on his jeans and sweatshirt, and closed the main door behind him. Who she was, and where she lived I do not know. He didn't come back that night, neither did he the next morning, he had taken his college bag and MaryJ with him. I had never left this house nor spoken to him, he did not know I existed, or so I believed. But I'm sure, he had at times looked straight at me and seen me for who I was, I was powerless then, unable to do anything but stare right back at him. Wondering if that was how I looked.
HumtY-
Waiting in his room behind a cigarette, all he could think was if he'd like to eat outside or at home. He couldn't wait any longer. It had been a long day, running around to get the forms and registrations for his new semester done. He had just scooped up some time to get back for a bath before he could go over to meet her. "When will she call damnit?" he exclaimed to himself, putting the cigarette out in the corroded Therptin box he used for an ash tray. He turned over and turned up the volume to some Tool and began to slowly drift away, with the smoke filling the room. The new neon green bulb he had bought had been more than just a psychedelic friend to me. "Looks like she ain't gonna call today." he thought to himself, at the same time wondering if the Net had gotten any better. Seemed like a cold, boring night ahead if the net didn't get any better. Everyday he prayed, Valve were such gods to have created DoTA 2, all though S2 were the one's who were getting him through the wait for it. He wasn't quite certain where or what he would be exactly when DoTA 2 would come out, with his college just getting over and the requirement of a Job to facilitate his present survival.
The mattress, like time, had slowly slipped away under him, as he ashed the joint. 2 hours had gone by and he had been lost in the snow with K, wondering if he too was as alienated and if the bureaucracy(CBS) would let CHAOS air again, even though they were futile and endless goals. The matter for the present was neither the Net had gotten better nor had she called. A matter of utmost concern, at once a joint needed to be rolled and smoked to spend the time thinking what should be done about it. "Was there any food at home?" he stormed into the kitchen, there was rice, some daal, Murukus(ty blasphemiester), OREOS. That is where his vision stopped, he reached out and ripped the cover open, and popped 2 of them straight into the mouth. It was only 1130 PM, at 2 AM the Net would get better. Tomorrow's class was only at 11 in the morning, if sleep did knock on his door today, he could squeeze in 4 games to make it to the class on time. Somehow, he knew this, and that made him smile. He retreated back to his room, wondering whether K would ever understand the pointlessness of his pursuit. He looked at the grass and sneered "I will not fight you!", the grass replied, "Give yourself to the Dark Side. It is the only way you can save your brain. Yes, your thoughts betray you! Your feelings for them are strong. Especially for... Me. So, you have a bored mind. Your feelings have now betrayed it, too. Your sanity was wise to hide you from me. Now his failure is complete. If you will not turn to the Dark Side, then maybe it will... ". Unlike Star Wars, there wasn't an epic light saber battle going to ensue in his bedroom, but a simple cut,crush and mix procedure followed by a roll it and smoke it policy.
"Whhhhhheerrreeeee Weerrreeeee Yoouuuu, Whheeeerrreeee The FUCK were youuuuuu." he sang with his stoned mind telling him he sounded like David Gilmour. While winamp switched to the aching cries of Maynard James Keenan " Who are you to raise your finger?" he was drawn back to K still chasing endless avenues. He checked the time on his laptop, it read 1:42 AM, which destroyed all the patience he had for K, bundling his pillows he turned to his laptop to wait the last 20 minutes out. "OH NOES!!!" the DvdRip of Paul was out, he was at a new crossroads this time, Paul or HoN. Tough question indeed. Paul would take an hour to download, and that would be enough time to spend with Eric and Hyde in the basement, or getting yelled by Red, "Dumbass!" while smoking a joint, and while he joined Paul later he could download The Tree of Life. The opportunities were endless, whereas playing HoN would lead to either pathetic games on semi-lag and over heating gameplay, or amazing games on semi-lag gameplay. But listening to Red about conspiracy theories last night, "I just think it's a little suspicious that right after we finished our Japanese-made dinner at the restaurant, our Japanese-made car malfunctioned!", had floored him for a good 10 minutes. He decided to download Paul and join Red for some fishing.
The phone buzzed with Peter singing M.C Hammer's "You Can't touch this", disturbing Red halfway through a discourse on Parenting. It was her, she wanted to meet MaryJ, it was clear from his face that he didn't want to drive but he couldn't really get himself to say no either. He put on his jeans and sweatshirt, and closed the main door behind him. Who she was, and where she lived I do not know. He didn't come back that night, neither did he the next morning, he had taken his college bag and MaryJ with him. I had never left this house nor spoken to him, he did not know I existed, or so I believed. But I'm sure, he had at times looked straight at me and seen me for who I was, I was powerless then, unable to do anything but stare right back at him. Wondering if that was how I looked.
HumtY-
