Aye, Y'know? Sunsettle For This (Comin' Soon) and Teeth Galore · 11:27pm Jan 13th, 2017
You here for Sunsettle for This? Ctrl+F it, yo, or look at the end of the blog. Explanations on the delay there. The rest is just... Thoughts? On things? I'm thinking about things.
Aye, weird. But y'know? You just gotta own it, if you're corny, is what I think. You just, you need to look at yourself, and be like -- y'know what? Fuck it. I'm having fun. Who gives a shit.
That's why I'm not ashamed to say that, man. There's an almost primal pleasure to feel when one just finishes a final exam, one that you've been working on for what feels like ages, and then you just sorta. Like. Walk out the building.
You're alone, squinting at the sun. Your jacket is open, and it sorta flaps behind you, in the wind. There's a moment of quiet.
Then you wip out your phone. "ONE DOWN," you write. "THREE TO GO."
Then you put on your sunglasses,
Put on your headphones.
Blast some shitty 70's Rock'n Roll.
And then you just fucking bust a move so fucking hard that you don't walk home as much as you dance home, g'dammit.
The more and more busy one gets, or at least this happens to me, the more you sorta need to stop and remember -- it's okay to have fun? Like, things are serious sometimes, and you gotta take them seriously because fuck, I'm almost finishing up my time in this university, and things are going uphill lately. But you can just dance on your way home, y'know? Just have some mindless shitty stupid fun whenever you have the time.
Lotta people ask me lately how the hell do I manage to stay so hyper, because that's apparently a thing that I do. It's not as much staying in a constantly cheery attitude as just remembering to have fun whenever one can. 'Unno, sometimes it feels like being dark and brooding and miserable is the cool, intelligent option.
See? That's why I like to be an idiot. A smart person wouldn't have danced to Still Loving You all the way to his house. A smart person probably wouldn't have been looked weird by every fucking passerby. And I couldn't care less, because y'know what bliss is?
Bliss is to be dumb and own it, man. Bliss is to be as corny and melodramatic as humanly possible, and then unironically think of yourself as the coolest cat in this dog city.
Am I high as fuck on anesthetics? I might be. Am I overmedicated due to an ill-timed tooth infection? Absolutely. But when I went to the doctor and said, man. Bro. Broski. Brosephanie. Broseanne. My tooth hurts so much I can't fucking sleep, and I can't go to the dentist. I physically don't have the time -- gotta study and shit, final exams.
And the doctor, who was a woman, looked at me. And she said, bro. She said, bro, you gotta go to the dentist, aight. You gotta just. Go. But in the meantime. Have a fuckton of analgesics and anesthetics to brave it all till the time your schedule is clear comes.
And I said, damn. I said, fucking sweet, bro. This? This is why we're friends. This is why I come here.
And she said, I've literally never fucking met you, please go outside.
So.
Drugs.
I'm on drugs at the moment, if we take the scientific description of 'drugs', and maybe that's what made me dance? But fuck you, I left your friends behind, and I'm living the dream. Literally, as I'm loopy as can be.
Anyway, so yes. Final exams. Busy schedule. Remember to have fun. I'm in so much pain I need to take like seven different kinds of pills every eight hours just to get by.
I'm sorry for the weird delay in Sunsettle For This -- I am actually on schedule in a way, as every time I have the time to write I sit down and pop a couple thousand words. So the problem is not lack of inspiration or anything, it's that plain and simple I do not have the time to go tap tap tap on my laptop.
Wait a bit, anyway, as the third chapter is halfway done. Moment I get it, to the prereaders it goes -- and moment the exams are over, we're bakc on schedule. Almost there, fellas, so don't give up. I said I'd update every two weeks or so, and I'm gonna keep my word as soon as I can.
In the meantime? Go have fun. Being dumb is good, sometimes -- you should give it a try. Life's too short to be dark and broody anyway.
Cheerio!
There's a red pill, right, that I gotta take before going to sleep every night. It's called, uh. Nolosomething. Nolotil?
I am weak to anesthetics, so when I take that shit, I crash like a tree driving a schoolbus, man. Fall asleep with the lights on, don't even remember it. Strong shit. Can't wait to go to the dentist. Not really like being this loopy.
Rrrrraaaaaaa.
4381900 You could fooled me, you seem to be exceptionally high on life. Also, pm me your goddamn discord, i better be one of those prs.
4381900
As long as you don't speak in overly dramatic monologues about the nature of reality start wearing all leather, or lose the ability to speak in contractions.
You were inspired by 'fate' and this came out.
You are a wonderful man.
And apparently a high one.
Exams? You must either not be in the states or I gotta find whatever prison they got you in and free your ass.
those are some excellent tags down the bottom there
4382010
I'm Spanish! Wrapping up this year's first semester over here. The schedule we have and the one you guys have in the States is wildly different, if I recall correctly.
I have this insatiable urge to read your blogposts aloud in a british accent. Which I do. It pleases me greatly.
Also I know your pain. Not the tooth thing, literally never had a problem with my teeth, but the exams. I already flunked my first due to a stress induced migraine halfway through, but I get more time to read up for the re-exam, so yay me.
Still got two left though, and they're oral. Ugh. Goddamn performance anxiety aint doing me any favors on this one.
Anyway, hang in there, I believe in you, wish you the best, etc.
P.S. You recommended "Yours Truly" on the Discord server. I read it. It made me cry. So, uh, thanks.
You twit.
Your drugged and nondrugged writing voices sound exactly the same.
4382385 Your avatar spins slowly whenever I move my eyes.
Stop it. STOP. Aaigh...
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No.
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4383269 HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT
WHAT SORCERY IS THIS
... I'm going to have to get my computer exorcised again.
People look at me like I'm crazy, but if a song I really love comes on the PA system at the grocery, you can bet I'm dancing to it. I'm there to trade hours of my life for toilet paper (and, with my pay scale, 12 rolls of toilet paper is roughly an hour and a half of my life.)
You've gotta find those happy moments when they come your way, whether they come naturally or from what your doctor prescribes.
Here's that reaction you want.