life moments.

I check the clock, 8:19 AM
blogger, hippocampus, battles.
Ricky walks into the living room, stretches his back.
start topic, play.
wrong lesson.
Ricky sniffs around the house, i should let him go outside.
It's cloudy and cold outside, crisp streaks of pale sunlight wash through the clouds.
my Ipod plays Indie-rock.
starting at the letter A becuase the shuffle is off.
"the once proud south was having it's life slowly squeezed out of it's economy"
nothing's gonna change my world.
May 13 8:29AM
cars pass by outside, i hear them, but cannot see them.
The song playing makes me feel like I'm in an action movie.
3 pairs of sunglasses.
2 batteries sapped of their charge.
1 pink pen.
"could not contact blogger"
the lifeless lettering means nothing to me.
Corina
Cobb
Ahsha
Taylor
Lydia
Gunnar
Mom
Dad
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
I counted the names, minor OCD?
I count and recount, there are 8 names, i was wrong the first time.
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating.
8:39AM I have been up since 6:45AM
MSN weather tells me it feels like 63, partly cloudy.
I fell asleep sitting up, maybe time for a short morning nap?
probly not.
I may not have been perfect but I've allways been true.
a man screams in my ear.
Love.
the word doesn't seem very striking when it's alone.
"Error on page"
so?
calling calling home.
News
Entertainment
Video
Sports
Money
Autos
Shopping
Lifestyle
The MSN toolbar.
"SPAZ" stares down at me from a Chuck E. Cheese cup.
the way it's written looks like "SPAY"
skip two songs.
one more.
8:54, six minutes till 9AM
one hour and six minutes before I wake up in the morning.
The living room in empty
my ipod plays.
My body seems to be longing for sleep.
something clicked, i had fallen asleep on my desk.
dreaming i was at CA Adventure.. it turned into Universal Studios Hollywood.
I was there with someone, a girl, don't remember who though :/
there were people chasing us.
Play it loud
9:07AM
Nothing happens.
with friends like you, who needs enemies?
A bitter song, you understand the artist's pain.
9:10
everyone sleeps, the only noise from the house is the dull click from my keyboard.
skip this song.
and another.
one more please.
I softly touch the wheel and turn up the volume.
a green light stares at me from my computer.
I can run my fingers through my hair, it's soft.
Hate doesn't respect you, no, hate doesn't care.
A deck of cards.
a manual.
a box.
a somber tune plays.
There is a war going on for your mind.
the energy of the song rises.
9:19, one hour since I started.


These are life moments, I was bored.
- when you feel like writing something that will make sense, first write something that is nonsense, you'll see that it is much more fun.

- Ernie