A day … in the life

I energize with a constant mix of white hoo-ha acoustic guitar and the tortured lyrics of two broken men. This noise bleeds in through my ears. Why? Without it would I even experience if I was awake? after the matter-of-fact morning routine, philosophical conversation with Clo on the way to the bus stop and the inevitable journey on wonderful public transport I arrive at school. School this eternal lapse surrounded by comfort z unmatchables and paranoia. Comfort z oneness(a)s the lessons and places Im comfortable in where I can rattling be me. Like playing period selling line afterwards line.I stretch the truth alike a crooked gross sales man lie like a cheap Italian watch, showing in all my emotions by portrait others. Some thing that is now so natural like I was born with it like the readiness to br giveh. Paranoia, looking over my back makes me feel weak like a one armed bagger throwing punch after punch, after punch Im so tired I give in I m surprised when they duc k. Sometimes I get so tired of getting out of bed notwithstanding who would want to die like a cowardly little child? The doctors tell me there is nil vilify with me so why do I get so full of anger, regret, and hatred? I got a trigger insideWho doesnt know how to pull it? In the last year school has become easier but neertheless slightly. The new found ease is all down the beautiful and profound desire of options being able to leave dull subjects do-nothing in search of ones more to your interests making my biography easier and the whole year generally happier. Im not saying after options it all becomes perfect over nighttime because schools still have the resembling problems as beforehand the ones that schools pre hightail it atomic number 18nt there. But as we all know the future is more important than the present and my future will be a very opaline and shinny one in fact my future will be orange.I see one supposed upside to school seeing my friends and my actual friends. There atomic number 18 some people who I really like and others I have nil time or respect for but I play politics. Who needs enemies? My real friends are the ones I know I can trust, the ones that I give over to make school worth attending. The rest of the people I am seen with at school are all sort of bellow my level sort of unaware of the wonderful world we live in and all its great events that are there to bring peace love and enjoyment to our twenty-four hours.Dont get me wrong most of them are wonderful people but pay some attention the world does not revolve around your friends and your love life. My dream in life is to be a business man, actor, film maker, and comedian. Comedy is some thing that seems to come very naturally to me I love to make others laugh. I have always had a very mature sense of humor I am very into satire and those sketches with ridiculous but some how believable situations. I like my entertainment to be of tone of voice but to also have a message. When people ask what I want to be I always tell them I want to be an international man of mystery.The single person who really knows what Im talking about is me. I want to be an entertainer but that is all I want to be I dont want the following or the paps outside my door when I go to collect my milk or if I have left something in the car. I guess what Im trying to get is simply this, I want to entertain people weather that be with business and product or film, harlequinade or tele slew I also want the fortune ( a man needs to eat) the celebrity but not to be a brand. Do I ask for to much? Can I do it? Have I got it in me? I hope so.I would I have to concord that I do actually quite enjoy school but I also like the occasional sneaky day off with a head ache. The subjects I enjoy tend to be the ones were you get free reign over what you do like English no one tells you how much to write or how or what. I also like my computer based subjects I. C. T and digital applicat ions I also enjoy science but not as much as I used to theres me thinking it would get better in year 10. But no Were doing reports. non good. But no matter how much I enjoy school I enjoy after school ten times more being allowed to take one hour in paseo one mile that feels like a gift to me.Being able to vertical collapse and eat sleep and eat and watch the endless black hole of programmes made by and for severely headless people on television. Go on my laptop, download applications that I dont actually need, music that I wont take care to unless iTunes shuffles to it, films I wont watch and television programmes that I want to watch when I want to. Although I take plea positive(predicate) in my times after school with freedom, Saturday is the most important day of the calendar week the ultimate day of freedom no bed times no rules eat what I like do what I like go where I like with who I want to do it with no obligation to see anyone.At the moment most of my weekends are s pent with my wonderful girlfriend and vision of beautiful perfection April. Shes the kind of girl makes life worth living its fun what ever we do as long as were together Some times I just look into her look and I know Im happy well more like contented no desire to go away or do anything else than to just look into her eyes . Our time together is more precious than diamonds or gold it is invaluable to me. Some times I pinch my self just to make sure its not dream.When I first met April I was in town with a friend I only went because I was told that I was to meet a girl. When I arrived outside McDonalds to meet my friend Heather who was the only one of this random constructed group I had ever laid eyes on before that. veritable I had spoken to April online but never seen her in the flesh and who where the others witch part of obscurity where they tweak from? and then I saw April she looked simply irresistible like a Hollywood beauty fay of old but like all Hollywood queens she h ad her entourage featuring her two best friends one either side her.Heather introduced us I said Hey and waved at her. She almost did exactly the same but after the wave came a smile that melted my heart that moment triggered shy elan my hand snapped straight into the pockets of my jeans, my shoulders tensed I dared not do or say anything. 30 minutes, a solo trip to virgin and the stalking of two business men past the orange echo shop had passed before she spoke to me. She moved several paces away from her protection that eased me slightly so I took my hand out of my right pocket and lent it on her shoulder and said so how are you?Then something trivial occurred witch distracted everyone so she cut short answer, then a scruffy looking unemployed man I know that much about him because who else wheres camouflage jackets and buys a big Mac for breakfast? Looked straight at me then said something. At that point I took my arm off of her shoulder looked into her eyes and said confidentl y like it was a perfectly universal activity, April allows follow Him We walked briskly behind him so that he noticed just to make a point.After finally thinking I could be alone with her and get know her better but unfortunately cut short was our time alone as there was noise and a voice behind us as half her entourage caught up. But that didnt matter because at that point she took my and she has never let go. My usual Saturday activity is going into town spending my parents money on food and junk that I dont actually want or need. This is called shopping or giving into to money grabbing organizations when I could be frugality this money and putting it towards something practical mainly an item of consumer electronics some thing I have a big affiliation with.People who enjoy consumer electronics as much as I do are labeled as techys a clever take on the word treckie the term for star trek fans. My few on electronics is simple there is always one that is greater than the others and one that sells more than the others never normally the same thing witch has to said is a shame. But on reflection I would actually rather be buying pointless stuff with friends in town than being all alone at hearthstone with a new gadget I cant win.To me a Sunday is the day of rest a lazy day to recover one from the activities of Saturday a wind down before restarting for school on the Monday. A day for big dinners, being old fashioned and staying at home with family, or going out. But all in all Sundays are generally for being lazy. I used to like walking into town Sundays even though no decent shops open it just seemed calmer and quieter like an arctic village or a sleepy Cotswold hamlet. I guess Im just impress at the transition between Saturday and Sunday. A day in the life of me its not really that bad. I suppose.