EdenLancer Stories

So, as I wait for my mom to pick me up, I thought I would enlighten you on my life. Where should I start? Anyone? Come on, don’t be shy. What’s that? About the time I almost got hit by a truck? Sure. Well, yeah, like the little voice you can’t hear said, I almost got hit by a truck. The damn thing had to swerve to miss me because it was speeding up the hill while I was already almost half way through the crosswalk. Now tell me if this is a reason to go back to my therapist. I reached for my knife as he slowed so I could break his window…yeah, bad right. I thought to myself, “that’s not a good thing, if my first instinct is to defend myself or fight stupids. Why do people feel the need to rush crosswalks? It’s not a starting line people. Pedestrians are not bullseyes, they don’t give you points. Does it really kill you to wait at a crosswalk for 10 seconds while pedestrians are rushing through blistering wind and possibly (very possibly) a large amount of rain, while you sit in your heated car, dry and listening to music? I mean come on, it’s not that difficult, the max amount of pedals you have on your side is 4, maybe 5 for 4 wheel drive (I’ve heard about it, I mean it could be false, I guess people just get a kick out of telling false truths, but whatever). One of which you probably don’t want press while driving for fear of flipping your car or splattering your brains all over the window (exaggeration, get over it). Another one only comes in manual transmission cars, which if you’re driving one, apparently you know what you’re doing. And the other two moves the car and one stops it. Stop, go, stop, go. We learned it when we were kids, what’s the difference when we’re adults. Nothing, if you actually needed help answering that.

Anyways, other things were that bikers (bicycles) and skateboarders. I commend anyone who can control it, but do you really need to show off? Yay for you, you can peddle and move your feet, I thought that was basic motor skills. I mean yeah there are more to it and yay for you that you can do that. But if I see another one zip past me and grazing my shoulder, I will knock them off. Or like the late Heath Ledger said “You will look at me from the flat of your back” (A Knight’s Tale). It’s not like I’m crazy, there is still a little guy in the back of my mind yanking on my tendrils telling me to behave. Unfortunately, I would like to wack that guy, but you know, I guess it’s a good thing he’s there…although the fact that I’m talking about a little guy in my head is enough reason to see a shrink. But anyways, I guess I hate that because they act like they own the sidewalk, thinking they’re good enough to weave in and out and I’ve seen one guy knock a person over (had to pay medical costs because he completely snapped her leg), one run into a light pole, another into a flat wall (that was effin’ hilarious, but I did feel bad for him and asked if he was alright, he was one of the only bikers I saw wearing a helmet).

I have to actually go to an Ettiquete (spell check please?) Dinner for one of my classes…really? And to top the icing on the cake, I have to dress up in a suit and matching pants…which means I have to buy them. You know, poo on you and your plans. The most I know for dining nicely is that there a fork, spoon and knife used to poke, scoops, and cut respectively. Then they decided they want to add 15 other utensils to the table so it looks like a used weapons dealer. Probably one that escaped from prison…anyways, so I’m going to learn how to eat like a gentlman instead of opening my mouth and create a swirling vacuum in which all food gets sucked into…the sound may come with the package. I guess it won’t be too bad though. We’ll see. I hate dressing up, I don’t understand it. First they tell you to be yourself, but then they say be yourself with these guidelines we set up. As you get older, those guidelines get tighter and tighter until yourself becomes a similar path with everyone else. You could argue, well put some personality in your clothes…is anyone really going to hire a guy wearing a tie with a dragon on it and when you pull it, it breathes fire? No, not really and I don’t think they’ll hire you if you wear some neon color or *cringe* SpongeBob. Is it me or does it seem like SpongeBob got so popular that the only thing that could possibly beat it’s popularity is a YouTube video of Jesus decending from the clouds and making it rain diamonds. Sorry, got off topic. But I guess you have to bake your cake and eat it…a phrase that I don’t understand because like Yahtzee, I don’t see what’s the big deal with eating a cake you baked, I mean there nothing else that you could do with it besides hide in one if you’re a striper. Anyways, I think I’m out, I’ll check you guys later

Thanks for reading!

Ah, today was actually the first day in a while that hasn’t been cloudy, well fully cloudy. It was fairly enjoyable except the fact that Blacksburg, Virginia chooses weather like a two year old chooses what toy to show you in it’s toy box. Lost my train of thought, oh yes, last weekend was nice. A wedding is always nice to go to, a celebration of two people’s love and commitment to one another. It’s a beautiful sight if genuine. You definitely knew it wasn’t a Catholic wedding because it didn’t last for 2 hours and there was only twice you had to stand up. During the wedding I got to speak to one of my favorite, if not the favorite, teacher I had in high school. It was nice talking to him once again. Also, Saturday night was incredible. I got to be with Michele the whole night which may not seem that great in words, but the fact of just being with her overnight was gratifying. But now, I’ve been knocked down from my wonderful cloud to the reality that is work and school. The work piled on me from the start, not as bad as the week before, but definitely tiring. This weekend I have to work 28 hours, nice paycheck…about $203, not bad, now if you can do math you can figure out minimum wage. You’d think a job like this would pay more, potentially life threatening situations, managing time and clients, problem solving, heavy labor, and maybe some unhealthy places…to top that off, apparently Tech is so old (I knew that already so don’t start spitting Hokie facts at me, I know them already) that they still use asbestos flooring…as long as the flooring doesn’t chip and become air-borne I guess we’ll be fine.

Anyways, that’s my life in a nutshell…well on that topic, why do they say nutshell? I mean yeah, it’s a cramped space, why not say my life in a sugar cube? Or my life in a pistacio shell, that’s by far smaller……where was I. Oh yeah, okay so I saw a commercial for Degrassi and realized how much I hate crap like that (sorry to all the fans out there). Really though? Do people enjoy watching drama? Or do they like seeing people with drama because they lack it? Who wants drama in their life? Not me, screw that. I prefer my cold, tearless life please (pessimistic? No). Not cold in no emotion, you forget I am engaged and tearless in that I’m glad I don’t have to cry every night because someone hurt my feelings….but then again, I never cried over that, I just got mad and get tougher, childhood problems I guess, I don’t know, something to tell a psych…and no I can’t have Michele analyze me, although I’m pretty sure that boundary has already been passed.

On other news, I’m reconnecting to my childhood friend. From what I’ve been told we knew each other since we were both in diapers. Which is very special. Haven’t talked to him except now in 10 years or so. Yeah, I have a lot of memories with him, my brother, and his sister. I think it’s interesting to see how people you haven’t talked to in a while have been doing. Although my 10 year high school reunion isn’t until 2017…7 more years. I wonder how some of them are? I mean I’m talking to a few but like some that I lost touch with or never had touch with…that another thing, “keep in touch”? So would you go up to someone and touch them and say “I did my part,” and walk away…sorry….anyways, I was the outcast crowd, I guess is what people said…but then again, those guys were fairly popular with everyone, the clique lines were very blurred in my high school, everyone kind of knew everyone and we just chilled.

Well the new story I’ve been working on has come to a little stand-still…much like all my other writings, but this was because of increased work-load. I will finish this story though! Visit my blog site and look for Spirit of the Dragon to read the first unedited chapter and tell me what you think. The address is http://edenlancer.wayneconcepts.com/ thanks guys.

Anyways, I’m neglecting to do my work…I have three chapters to read and tomorrow I’ll be in the studio doing elevation plans. This hasn’t exactly been my best rant, but I’ll get back into it, I promise. Thanks everyone for reading.