So I'm opening my Christmas present in June. Not that it was a bad present, I'm just lazy and stuck in my ways. The piles of napkins and backs of school papers I'd been using to write and draw on had gotten out of control, though, and I can only stand to hear Dad ask if I'm using my sketchbook so many times. It's taken me a while; a blank page can be intimidating. I'll just have to put it to good use.
I'm still unsure on how to start writing in here so I figured I'd let LolFailure do it for me. As for capturing my life in a single paragraph, he's done a pretty handy job. Playing games and being a virgin sums things up pretty well. I don't even know who I'm writing this for, which is why I guess I keep putting it off. I'm not writing for my family. I'm not about to let Mom, Dad or Everett into my innermost thoughts, and certainly not Chloe, as I predict her name will pop up often.
'The way you've written about how I must look naked is especially astute' she'd say as I jump out the window, landing on a pillow of broken glass and the hood of my dad's '03 Honda Civic. I don't really know a lot of other people. I guess I'm writing this for me. After all, some day when I'm rich and successful I'll look back at these tales of woe and nothingness and be humbled. The big shot, with his fancy future cars, hot chicks, and awesome job, his legions of adoring fans. He really does need to be taken down a peg. Frankly, I'd prefer to read Future Me's journal. How'd he make it out of this town? Where'd he get the bombshell girlfriend, the books, and the gallery showings? 'Cause they sure aren't on the radar now.
It's not all bad. I'm a qualified loser at school and I can count the number of real-world friends I have on one hand, but maybe I like it that way. I've got my BFF Chloe, my brother's back home from the summer, I've got my art and my journal to write in, and I've got Ol' Trusty, the Internet, to keep me company. If the apocalypse strikes tomorrow, that's still a pretty good survival kit. That's a heavy load, a full schedule if you ask me. I'm not sure I could handle much more.
That said, I think I hear the movie starting downstairs. I love it when Ev's home, it's the only time my family actually does stuff together.
The rest of the night is yours, LolFailure. Prepare for ownage.