I vow...

I've been thinking for a while about this, 'this' kinda has to do with my last post. I've always wanted to write a book. Maybe not a novel, just a book. So I can say, I wrote that. When I was in highschool, one of my really good friends -who had great talent- finally published a story he'd been working on since he was rather young. This was obviously a great source of inspiration for me and even though I don't hear much of him anymore, thinking about him seems to push me in the direction of having something published. Just for those wondering, this person is B. E. Vidito, the author of The Beholder of Light.
So as of this point, I vow that I will write a book. My head is always buzzing with ideas, now I just need to settle down with one and develop it enough to make something of it. When I was younger, my parents and teachers always told me I've had a way with words. So I would write. Looking back on those stories now, they were terrible, but the content is still inspiring for me and I find myself working with the ideas I had as a boy and putting them in a more mature context and plot and I should have myself a book in no time.
I would like to say 'I'm going to do this within a year [or two]!', but that's not really realistic. I will see how things go and I will get back to you.

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Every once in a while my creative juices flow long enough for me to get inspired to try writing. I've always wanted to write and publish a book, but I can never seem to commit to a story long enough to make a novel out of it and a friend once told me that was okay, just write and you can make a compilation of short stories.
So here's a little something I've been working on, not ALOT of thought has been put into this yet and it's still in it beginnings so here's what i have so far... and bee-tee-dub it doesn't have a name yet.

I awake again in this stark white room. It's a modest little room, with a bed, dressed in simple white sheets and crowned with a clean white pillow. My room also has a small porcelain sink where I might keep things like my toothbrush, maybe even a comb or a bar of soap. But instead, the faucets are simply accompanied by a stoutly spout and its constant drip. There's a toilet too, also made of porcelain, tucked in a corner, and like any other room, there is a door.
A door on what I believe to be the North-Western-most of my four walls. A door allowing orderlies entrance and departure as they see fit. The orderlies wear starchy white uniforms, or 'scrubs' as they call them. Never a stain on those perfect uniforms. I once witnessed two burly orderlies restrain a patient as he threw a tantrum over a shower of spaghetti and meat-sauce. Once 'calmed', the two men stormed from the room only to return moments later ordained with crisp white clothing.
Needless to say, this place never changed; the walls always stayed just as white, my gown and the workers' uniforms remained always as bleached, same as my sheets and pillow.
Yet there is always the possibility for irregularity. For example, that leaky faucet, I used that steady drip to calm myself down. If ever my inner turmoil was so much that I could not hear the steady dripping, I would know that I was simply overstimulating myself. As for that white bed? It has a squeaky appendage; I'm not quite sure what part of its construction makes the sound, but I welcome it nonetheless. Also, that toilet tucked away in the corner. Whenever I use it to pee, I allot the yellow to simmer, adding some color to my room, my own personal touch; until I'm told to flush it away.
And finally, there is my window. It is the tiniest of openings in the door situated a little below eye level. Through it I can see anything between the adjacent white wall of the hallway beyond and the white vinyl-tiled floor. Some days, if I'm lucky, and not too busy squeaking the bed or admiring the newest shade of yellow I've added to the room, I'm blessed to see orderlies buzz by.
Until one day, I saw it...

Song of my summer

This song is pretty much the story of my summer... Plus working alot. If you haven't heard it before, youtube this shit. Enjoy!

This Afternoon - Nickelback

Oh, lookin' like another Bob Marley day
Hittin' from the bong like a diesel train
And I'm down with hangin' out this afternoon

We got weeds in the backyard, four feet tall
Cheech and Chong probably would'a smoked them all
So, I'm out on the couch this afternoon

Beer bottles layin' on the kitchen floor
If we take 'em all back, we can buy some more
So I doubt we'll go without this afternoon, oh

Better hang on if you're taggin' along
'Cause we'll be doing this till six in the morning
Nothing wrong with going all night long
Tough to put the brakes on, doesn't matter when you gotta

Get up and go out, me and all my friends
Drink up, fall down, and do it all again
Just sitting around, hanging out this afternoon

Landlord says I should buy a tent
But he can kiss my ass 'cause I paid the rent
So I doubt, he'll kick me out this afternoon

Down on the corner in a seedy bar
Jukebox cranking out the CCR
Had a few to Suzie Q this afternoon, oh

Better hang on if you're taggin' along
'Cause we'll be doing this till six in the morning
Nothing wrong with going all night long
Tough to put the brakes on, doesn't matter when you gotta

Get up and go out, me and all my friends
Drink up, fall down, and we'll do it all again
Get up, go out, me and all my friends
Drink up, fall down, and we'll do it all again, yeah
Just sitting around, hanging out this afternoon

Wear a wristwatch and alarm clock to see what time it ends
From the moment I wake up, I just love being with my friends
We barely get by, but have the best times and hope it never ends
We drink all day until we fall down, so we can do it all again

It's not a human walk, it's the human race
If we were living on the edge, taking too much space
So I'll doubt I'll figure out just what to do
But kickin' around, hangin' out this afternoon, oh

Better hang on if you're taggin' along
'Cause we'll be doing this till six in the morning
Nothing wrong with going all night long
Tough to put the brakes on, doesn't matter when you gotta

Get up and go out, me and all my friends
Drink up and fall down, and do it all again, yeah
Get up and go out, me and all my friends
Drink up and fall down, and we'll do it all again

Just sitting around, hangin' out this afternoon
Just sitting around, hangin' out this afternoon
Just sitting around, hangin' out this afternoon
Just sitting around, hangin' out this afternoon

Just sitting around, hangin' out this afternoon
Just sitting around, hangin' out this afternoon