Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Logic Class

So today I had logic class at 12:15pm. I spent my time writing Haiku's.

Dear professor Sloth,
Ur a nice enough person,
class is just boring. 

My teacher's name isn't actually sloth, but I didn't wanna use his real name. I was having conflicts to whether 'you're' was considered to have two syllables, or one, so I just used 'ur'.

J'ai faim; I'm hungry
I would really like Sonic.
They have the best food.

Lately I haven't been eating in the morning, and then I get to school and wonder why I'm hungry. I thought the last line in this was pretty cool because it only consisted of one syllable words.

Getting lost again.
I'm floating to my own world.
Public Broadcasting?

I always zone out in that class, because it's soo boring and confusing and difficult to understand. When I zoned back in at one point, they were talking about PBS and stuff. I thought the first line was really cool because it was all like 'two syllable word, one syllable word, two syllable word again!' like 2 1 2. I thought the pattern was cool. 

Roast Beef, Cheddar Cheese,
Mayonnaise, tomatoes, Chips
White bread, not wheat bread

I was still hungry. I had sandwich on my mind. I decided that mayonnaise had three syllables and not two. So pronounce it as 'May-on-naise'.

Blue and Green taxis
I totally got mind f**ked.
This happens a lot.

I got confused with this problem about the percentage of taxis or something. Why the hell did I take that class?

My stomach just growled.
Thai peanut flavored noodles.
J'ai faim; Still hungry

I feel like that one is self explanatory.

Adam walking by.
I see him outside my class.
He's not in my class.

When I was busy not paying attention in class, I saw my friend Adam walk by the window. I hope he's not offended. I'll tell him it's another Adam.



Monday, October 24, 2011

Don't Hold Your Breath; Hater; Bounce; i hate you

     Kyle was on his back porch smoking a cigarette, browsing the internet on his parents laptop, doing nothing particularly useful or productive. It was twelve o' clock and he was the only one awake in his house. He was already in a (slightly) bad mood. Kyle will have random nights where he cannot sleep. (He thinks he has a mild case of insomnia, but he's not sure. He doesn't know why it happens.) Not that he is usually asleep by this hour, but he gets this strange feeling in his stomach whenever he is about to have a sleepless night, and tonight he feels it. So he planned on spending his time doing what he usually does: take a late night walk around the nieghborhood (while smoking a cigarette), sit on his back porch on the computer just to be disapointed that no one is online (while smoking a cigarette), go to bed (not while smoking a cigarette), realize he's not sleeping (not while smoking a cigarette), and repeat. Until the sun comes up, and he has to go to school or whatever he's doing the next day. Right now though, people are still online for him to talk to, so he's fine for right now, but the ritual can begin to feel like torture.
     While still doing nothing in particular, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He got a text.

'Hey, what are you up to?' from Amaretto.

     Kyle's stomach felt sick. That horrible feeling that followed him around for days (but it felt like a lifetime). He felt like he was going to vomit, and his mood went from a feeling of slight discontentment, to that mixture of extreme sadness and anger he forgot about.

'Nothing. At home. I'm happy to hear from you.'

     Something in him really was happy to hear from him.

'Me too. I was afraid you wouldn't text back. Do you want to come over or something? i miss your face :)' from Amaretto.

     "He got rid of that gross, nasty slut," Kyle thought to himself. 

'Sure. I miss you too. I'm sorry about all the mean texts I sent you. It was childish of me.'

'i forgot all about those. i just miss you. Are you coming over?' from Amaretto.

'yes'

     Kyle got in his car. The sadness that vanished a couple of days ago all came back, but at the same time, he felt so fulfilled. Amaretto was finally paying attention to him again.
     He finally got to the Lays appartment complex. He drove in, and parked in front of appartment 3C. It was cold out, and Kyle could see his breath. He walked around to sit criss-cross on top of the back of his car, facing the appartment, like he always used to. He texted Amaretto, 'come outside'
     It wasn't long before Amaretto walked out of the appartment, walked over to the car, stood in front of Kyle, and rested his hands on Kyle's knees (just like he always used to), then he looked up into Kyle's face and smiled (just like he always used to). "How are you?" He asked (just like he always used to).
     Kyle smiled, even though he felt like he was going to cry. "I'm good," he said, "I should probably be asleep. I have class tomorrow."
     "Then you should have went to sleep," Amaretto said in a concerned voice, "We could have hung out later."
     "No, I wanted to tell you something."
     "What is it?" he asked.
     Kyle spat in his face. Kyle gave him a disgusted look and said, "I hate you. And I'm over you."
     Kyle drove home crying. He was slightly afraid Amaretto was gonna hit him, or get angry, but he didn't. He just stood there, with his eyes closed (probably to keep the spit from getting in his eyes). He lied. He really did hate him, but he wasn't over them. He felt like that encounter, even just that text set him back a few days. Kyle will get over him eventually.