Broken Down Bike.

This itch of procrastination just won't leave me be. I'll press on its temptations and try to squash its affections with a last-ditch attempt to write my way out. So, here's to last-ditch attempts and the word squash.

The break is almost over and I am stuck in the middle of whether I should feel relieved or helplessly perturbed. Reading the word relieved doesn't particularly stick the right finger, so maybe I should explain my usage. During these stretches of idle time, I have come to a realization of my normal mental state: strained, underpaid, and on the verge of something at all times. It's not that I'm crazy, I just cannot help but to think too much and drink too little. Stupid sequences of former times that should be forgotten and fantasized failures of future opportunities tend to creep their filthy paths into the back of my brain, causing somewhat of a livable, breathable, fully awaken seizure. Once I fall into such a state, things go somewhat inane.

Too much of this time is spent sitting with blank stares or mindless wandering. If my brother hadn't bent the shit out of my bike's front wheel, 3 am night rides would be no figment of nonsense. Instead, I wake up invisible neighbors with dissonant plucking of my acoustic guitar; I drive my invisible guests crazy with my incessant tinkering of my ages old Yamaha piano; or, I bore the rest of the community with my deviant misspelled writing.

As long as these people are invisible, I think I'll be okay. I've never been one for confrontations.

As for that part of me being relieved, that was probably a lie. But who can tell. Not me.

Spring Break Of a Lifetime Mthfcker.

As I sit creaking in this ages-old chair, there is a small pain circulating in the middle of my back. I cannot quite reach it, my arms prevent that sort of movement, but it aches intensely. As long as I have shoulder blades, I must be strong and persist. However, I'm in the rightful mind to play the whine hoss and bitch until my throat is sewn shut.

It hailed just an hour ago. The patter of the window was enough for me to lift my head and smirk at the bonanza. My mom ran into the room shrieking with delight--these sorts of atmospheric aberrations give her quite a stir. She then jolted out--as much as she can jolt these days--and peeled my brother's eyes from the television screen over to the white bordered window that resides in twin on our living room wall. "Oh," he proclaimed and went on to continue his quest to melt his brain.

My attempt to find an attractive new hobby has seen its newest hurdle. A few weeks ago I proclaimed to my interior surroundings--which included a few roommates, my computer, and myself--that I was to master the technique only dabbled with before by the likes of B.B. King, Robert Johnson, Clapton, and Muddy Waters. My dream of being the next big blues protege has been dashed with a pain in my left ring finger. This postponement has only meant bigger things, like: reading two books at once, eating copious amounts of food (filth included), challenging the likes of DOgDan88mthfcker in online Yahoo dominoes, and wondering if everyone else is having as awesome of a spring break as I am.

I just did a little research on two inherently different subjects that will soon--hopefully--be the focus of my focuses. One was based on deliberating between either the Kaplan or Princeton MCAT prep course. Both will likely consume me. This was meant to convey the fact that both my time and my checkbook will be dented, bitten out of, and mangled by the end of the summer. Everyday for two and a half hours seems daunting, but I guess it's do-able. The other was based on the various internships available for aspiring music magazine writers like myself. They all seem to be based on the east coast, which, dreadful as it may sound, is not my most favorite of places to live. However, what must be done must be done, as this post should be soon.

I guess that the two subjects previously mentioned aren't so bad. At least I have the possibility, with hope and hard work, to reach both, unlike this goddamn pain on my back. Okay, time to play video games and liquefy my brain some more. If you're in town we should bond.