That Kid.

There's always that kid in class that you never really liked because they always asked questions. While asking questions do help answer them, I've always detested people taking this idea too much for granted and ask questions without even thinking about them. Yes, I'm a horrible human being and I'll go on in life not knowing about these tiny trivial things that I could've known and would've made a huge impact in my life.

But I'd really hate to be that kid.

And if you don't know what I'm talking about or you've never come across 'that kid'... it was probably you. Or maybe you're lucky. Or unlucky (depending on how you look at things... and a lot of other factors)

Perhaps I'm close minded and this behaviour should be encouraged more than ranted on by an uneloquently slow typer like myself. Maybe this would be a good character in your short novella; the kid that asked too much questions or the kid that hated the kid that asked too much questions.

Thinking about it after an unfocused pause (which I don't usually do when I'm typing... I'm such a hypocrite; I don't even think before typing stuff either) THAT KID (all in capitals, I'm screaming it..) is just ultimately ruining everyone else's life.

The average attention span of the human brain varies, but is generally very short, therefore that one moment in which a student was actually engrossed with a lesson would have been disturbed by some stupid kid that would probably go on to get some great grades and a good job and a happy future flying with unicorns and shit while the rest of us just mop the floors in McDonalds.

I need to go study...

Battling against my will...

Must... fight the urge... to draw a face on it... must...

The Problem.

Everyone has a problem, well, probably more than one problem. I'll rephrase that... Everyone has a lot of problems but most of the time, only one would be our dominant worry. Whether it be the book or phone or stupid object that we have lost or being stuck between two choices with one inevitably painful result. And it's an awful feeling to have a problem and for it to be in your mind constantly that it distracts you from living your human life which, in turn, creates more problems along the way.

When the dominant problem has finally gone, there's always something that follows it immediately. Like a stack of dominoes, except more problematic. Now, I'm thinking about how many times I've typed the word 'problem' or any variation of that word so far which is probably starting to be a problem for me. Maybe problems are just much more horrible than the actual thing that we're trying to avoid or fix, it just seems more psychological because worrying about things doesn't affect them positively (more on the contrary, actually). Or maybe it is a good thing because it involves thinking about stuff, which could solve the problem. I don't know.

So, yeah stop worrying.

Blues.

Good Lord, just let me live 'til tomorrow,

I'm gonna send you another prayer

This is taped

Yes, 'til tomorrow,

...this black man's gonna send you another prayer

Mighty.

When I was little, I didn't enjoy playing with the other kids because they were all so much taller than me. Or maybe it was the fact that every single family that lived in my neighborhood planned to have a baby around the same time and my mother didn't get the memo so I wasn't as grown up as the other children.

So we had a dog- well, several dogs. From what I remember, when you get pets you just get them; there is no serious 'paper work' to be done as a transitional method, you just look into a bucket and see a puppy. The hardest part was just naming it. My mom and brother settled for 'Mighty'. What a cheesy name. It made him sound like some weird Moses of the animal world. Although, I guess they named him that because of his puffy fur that sort of made him look like a lion.

'Mighty' was a much better playmate than the neighborhood kids, because even though he was older than me (dog years-wise), we were still around the same height. I'll lead him down to the shallow river behind the house and we will play pirates. He was always the vicious and merciless pirate, chasing frogs and ducks that would wander around and I was just there to stop him from eating the ducks.

The end.

Lomo.