On my desk, and in various drawers of said desk are countless scraps of paper, mostly all ripped out of the same small sketchbook i got in my stocking two Christmas' ago. Upon these scraps are lists, of things to do. Chores, reminders, big things, small things, phone calls to make, things to look up on the internet. In a days work there are usually around 5 or 6 items written down. Upon the end of the day usually only 3 or 4 get scratched off, and scribbled over meticulously as to be sure that they cannot be read and their nagging memory is gone. The paper is then discarded as a new, updated version replaces it the next day, with the uncompleted items of the previous list nearer to the top and adorned with exclamation marks and underlines. A strange phenomenon has occurred though. The most recent lists i can find in the scrap heaps in my room are from months ago.
I have officially ran out of things to do.
Productive things to do that is. Measurable tiny goals that can be achieved within the day. My life is in order, i have a job, a place to live, no homework. No school or banking related paperwork to fill out. Nothing. This is a moment i have looked forward to for over a year now. You see ever since the end of high school i have always had something to procrastinate. First it was looking up university programs, then applying to university and scholarships, then completing my portfolio. Then sorting out my residence and osap applications ect. Then school, i even had an essay to write over Christmas break, which, by the way, i completed in 20 mins and got a C-! Through all those long months, even when i did nothing all day, the nagging guilt of doing so ate away at the back of my brain. I longed for a week or two of no responsibility. Now i have four fucking months of it, and halfway in im starting to lose it a bit.
I dont have a single fucking thing to do. I even invented pointless things to eat up time. I switched rooms with my brother, i painted my room, i have organized my drawers and shelves a few times now. I rearrange my computer desktop and wall paper daily. And still i cannot fill the few hours i have after work every night. Today an hour or two of simcity glazed over my evening quite nicely. Then it crashed. I had not saved. So i opened it up and did it all again. The traffic in the downtown core of "Contra" is moving quite nicely now im sure you'll be pleased to here.
So i sit here. Dreaming of september, when i officially move away from home. It's very exciting. Too exciting. Even more so when compared to the stagnant endless drone of summer in brockville. Im sorry for depressing you with my teen angst, but to be fair i only have a few more months of it left, and blog was at the very bottom of some old list i found. Desperate times.
PS. You happy now grant? It's your turn, and i have nothing other to do than remind you. :)
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The Creation of The Great White Alligator
There once was a small collection of highschool students who spent their unassigned periods playing asshole and doing donuts in the laurier hill parking lot. Over the years of their tomfoolery they documented many a humorous story and anecdote, many of which were not entertaining in the least to anyone who did not experience them first hand. Time passed, fruit dropped, flesh sagged, and soon those highschool students were university students. Their academic endevours were varied. Between them they would gain knowledge of the modern and ancient history of the Who people, how to manufacture and program harbingers of death, the fine art of fake engineering, and... whatever Ryan's taking.... pharmaceuticals or something. Sorry Ryan. Distanced too were the locations of their institutions of education. Their lines of communication were not guaranteed to stay intact. It was decided that the memories were to be preserved in the salty brine of the internet. What was created was a documentation of the events that surpassed within the time that was spent together by these fine young men. The piece was named after one of the most illogical and nonsensical conversations that was ever engaged by the group. And thus was born, Great White Alligator.
