War of 2012

a short entry and old one too. . .

I am sitting here behind my dim lit computer screen at thirty five minutes past midnight on Friday, weird to think that it is actually Friday morning and not in fact Thursday night. I am curious even now why I am sitting here typing to a laptop who doesn’t care and to me as a lazy college student who in fact hates his writing. I guess it’s due to the fact that I was inspired by a certain very special person in fact in my life who told me to give writing a try. So this is what I am doing. So at Thursday night, or Friday morning whatever you wish to call it I find myself avoiding cramming for an algebra test to in fact drift off and write …  that’s right, to write. Something I can’t picture myself doing. I mean for me it seems meaningless to sit here and pain my fingers by pressing down on keys on a laptop that may go out due to the fact that I am using. That is a weird thought, the thought of writing physically hurting your keyboard. Who is to say writing hasn’t actually hurt anyone … carpal tunnel for instance. There you go proved that to someone who was curious about it, even thought this may never reach their eyes. I now am asking myself whoever may actually read this, is probably either extremely bored or was instructed by me to glance it over to self indulge my little hobby of writing. CRAP I called it a hobby, I guess it could become that eventually, who knows? I never know what to write, and even now surrounded by wires, pictures, figurines and a huge pile of clean clothes around me I find it hard to entertain you as a reader, or you as my laptop keyboard with any thoughts that may swim through my cranium. All I can come up with is the fact that my allergies are beginning to bear down on me and may eventually win the war of 2012 allergy season, that’s a scary thought. And glancing around I find myself shaking the Benadryl case hoping more will actually come out than the one lonely pill left, so I question myself if tonight is worth using that one said Benadryl for my side effects or if one night in the near future I will need it more. Who knows? No one knows and that’s the beauty of life I guess wandering around aimlessly shooting from place to place growing and establishing our place on this earth acting like we know what we are doing when in fact we all have no idea what is ahead of us second by second. That’s also a neat thought. I must wrap this up for now. My pillow beckons me to rest and that I plan on doing tonight, looking at the clock I may actually get eight hours of rest which is unheard of in my life it seems. Goodnight whoever may stumble on this?

Albert

4.13.2012 12:35AM