Blog Entry 17-06-23

You're listening to Aindulmedir - The Lunar Lexicon

 I am, at the current time of 01:37 of the seventeenth day of June of the current day, starting once again, this "Journal" of sorts.
 "Journal" as a way to refer to just a written ceremony of my deeds, of what I've done in the day and what I did not. And what I will do, and what I think will be done. Actions is a recurrent theme on the act of writing, what is happening, what is going to happen and what has happened is something that prolongs in every sort of text, non important of the form of it. 

 I woke up at 6:52, I've arised at 7:16 since the alarm was drilling my head into a pumped vessel of blood, it was colder than usual, but I've slept in my clothes again yesterday, it was an accident, I've fell asleep again, in the vigilance of my bed into the dark clouded window in front of it, ah. 

 The gray and black light into the reflection of my white walls woke me in the meddling. I put on my watch, as usual, a minute forward. My glasses, cloudy. And my wallet missing. I haven't seen any mirror in my house, not even at the entrance, nor the bathroom, I have awoken knowing fully that I had to return a laptop I've offered myself into formatting again and changing the OS, as full as to clean it deeply. It was full of trash and didn't let me work in peace, but it was cleaned, optimized, and where it ran slow to open 3 tabs of Chrome, now could open 12 pages and don't show any slowing down. 

 I went to my formation, it was literally only to retrieve some papers and confirming some emails, once I've done that I've passed to the class. The class? As usual, Orellana was trash talking and insulting the accountant that is teaching them how to fill a payroll. They are a lost cause, one that I am nice with, they don't deserve my disgust or my bad manners, they are just, missguided... 

 Anyway, I invited two of the guys to my place to share a "Mate" an herbal infusion drink that is commonly drank in communion with others to talk and share, it was their first try, they both burnt their lips and tongues, I've put the water to 80ºC where I normally drink it at 90ºC. They were fine, at some time they marched out and I followed them, didn't had to return back to the formation, I have relaxed at a park.

 There it was this guy, he is, worse than a lost cause, both. A chicken, and a delinquent wannabe, I'll tell you something, you are carrying a fanny pack with your drugs, your "weapons" and your entire incimatory items. Learn from people who were in the business, I was not, but everyone around me was, and I was, in an usual observant way, part of it as a guest. You use your soles, you use your feet, and the waist to hide items, Usually you don't even have to react and act as you don't have them. But this guy... No.

 It was pathetic to see him, I just sat in there meanwhile he asked me if he should burn the book he just stole, I've give it a good read, Tkachensko, good story, crazy physique, some problems of the years but it was most probably a mix up of the format, showing the years where he finished the periods rather than where he started. Anyway, he wanted to burn a hardcover book, with glue on the spine, with a lighter smaller than his pinky. When he finally did, and surprise, the smoke started to turn black from the plastics and glue of the book, he freaked out, so much? He saw a police car. It was two blocks away, but he was scared enough to even but the recently used lighter into his underwear, I had to speak up as tell him to stop acting so lunatic and to leave the lighter in the base of the small wall and let the grass hide it if he was so worried, he did so, he forgot to retrieve it, I have a new lighter. 

 The day advanced in normality, I've finished the last correction on a little formatted book called Gaelic Storms: The Ecosystems and Diversity of Alternia. Yes, a Homestuck project themed book of lands and creatures, both Lusii and denizens and more else, it's quite a fun but really, dry, read. What you would find when you have an author just throw facts and have nothing interesting to say, the grass can grow naturally up to 124,2cm high in half a sweep, yes, it's true but it's not really a piece of work that I'd like my name plasmated on. And by the way, the number is not made up, I've used a calculator to know how the different elements can affect the dirt and how the plants would grow. It's a hobby of mine.

 I almost fall asleep again, this time in my desk, I was awoken by my friend, not by his 9 missed calls, but by him, who stormed my house again, he told the neighbor that I fell asleep, and passed over the wall that separate the two houses, again. He just wanted me to accompany him to do some buying for our next batch of miniatures, in the awakening my stomach hurts. That's right, I haven't eat nothing for the past 2 days, I need food. 

 He accompanied me to my kitchen where I devoured 5 sandwiches and a Kebab in record time of 30 minutes, followed up by a pint. I felt like sleeping again but he slapped me out of the thought and forced me out of my place, again. It was quite a travel that, ended with us sharing some energizers walking through shady offshores from the travel points, under bridges, besides private properties with electrical fences, we even crossed an entire town, but we arrived at our own as expected. It was late already but he then sended me this minute long audio asking me if I wanted to go to the beach tomorrow, I live at 20 minutes from the beach. 

 I had no way out now, I said yes but I don't want to be seen, or have the sun hit my face, or have to endure how his brother is dating and all the annoying 15 year old "grownups" just do the most insufferable form of alliance that is "we are going to spend the next 3 hours talking about a picture of a dude or a girl we either like or we don't" it's a covenant, it's a real covenant, I know who they are, they think they practice witchery because one have a "Grimoire" It's a decorative book from amazon, I could've teached you more than that book in 10 pages, but my friend doesn't let me insert ideas and technologies into people, and it's preferable that way.

 My day is ending, and by day I mean, it's 03:12 of the seventeenth, I'll try my best to snap eyelids together tonight, if you read any of the above, thank you for doing so, please, tell me anything. This boredom is killing me from the outside.