Never did, Never will

see any point in trying to do something that one
A) does not enjoy, and
B) is no good at

rude

sometimes i sit in the middle of park benches.

sssssssssssleepin

green stone statues with golden sashes
coming alive and scaring the hell outta me

CAR ALARM CAR ALARM CAR ALARM CAR ALARM CAR ALARM CAR ALARM CAR

Sometimes I'd rather do something in my head than in real life. Not just things like climbing Mount Everest or walking on mars or eating a carrot like a rabbit. No, normal things, such as: reading a book
washing my car
tying my shoes
watching a movie
making dinner
going to the bathroom
doing a back flip slam dunk
working
going on a vacation

all these things and many more are more fun and fulfilling in my head. So what's the problem? Well, I'll die for one, but more importantly I don't know what I want to do. I know what I think I want to do, but doing it (or, more like, beginning to do it) makes me not want to do it anymore.

Last example: I am "excited" about getting a lot of work done this afternoon, but the moment I shut this computer's lid, I will no longer be excited about it. It all reminds me of finishing reading a novel or short story. I sprint to the end, finish the work (if it's good) with a smile, close the cover without the bookmark, lay the book down, look up and refocus my eyes, and get depressed. Ok, fine, how about we call it the "orgasmic factor"?

Overheard: Pushing maximum density

Pushing maximum density and wearing a tight pink low cut shirt and too tight black pants, smoking ultra light 100's and smelling like hair spray, she said to her identical enough friend: Yeah, like I really need to try hard at this college thing, like, my parents really sacrificed so I could come here, ya know?

Friend: uhhu

Pushing: But like ya know it's college and shit and I can't just study all the time, like I gotta have fun, like this is college.

Friend: yeah.

Pushing: They sold one of their cars and like my mom got a job at fuckin Holliday Inn. Holliday Inn.

Friend: wow.

Pushing: Yeah it's like they never gave a thought about how that's gonna affect me like how that's gonna make me feel... like I've gotta use this time, this opportunity to meet people, ya know, "build connections that last a lifetime" and shit, how am I supposed to do that...like what if it comes out that my mom like works in a fuckin' hotel?

Friend: yeah, no shit.