"and just like james, i'll be drinking irish tonight"
I cannot change people. i have accepted this. but even still, i have a list started so that one day, if i find a way, ill be ready.
"and the memory of his last work week wil be gone forever"
Its hard enough comprehending the shear magnatude of people that hate you for who you are. its best just not to even think about all the people that hate you for what you are.
"evelyn i'm not coming home tonight"
Im Running out of Time. and its no Susprse...
"if we're never together"
Ok, enough rambelings, lets get down to brass tacks. What is new in the life of the hero of this story. Well, a few things. ive decided that potential or no potential, intelligance or no intelligance, desire or no desier, im going to give up my original plans of going to college for 4 years. This really really hurts me to do, so please dont think this decision was easy, but i just cant go to CNU in the fall. im sorry everyone that thought i was better then this. im sorry that you ever got this attached. but i just cant do it. the money isnt there.
"if I'm never back again"
But fear not faithful readers, there is some silver lining to this class 3 electrical thunderous lightning storm. Virginia, the state in which i claim residence has this lil plan for fsck ups like myself. If you go for two years at an accredited community college and get your assicoates degree, you can then transfer into your choice of va colleges for your bacholors. yah, im gonna do that.
"well I swear to god that I'll love you forever"
as for what im going to study. god only knows. but i do know that its not going to be computer science. i cant stand that anymore. im not going to be like the movie office space. i cant do that, i would flip out and go postal on the entire place. just murdering people as an escape from my boredome. id probally find some way to do it inconspicous like. probally just ask a co worker that i really repected and trusted to stay late and help me work on my TPS reports. He would of course say yes, i meen, i did help him out last month when he got the double shift for the new invintory. Late that night, i would tell him that im getting sleepy, and that i need a coffie break, i ask him if he would want to go, and he of course says yes, its a late night and the work is hard date processings. long hours at a computer screen make you crave coffie i will have discovered. we go to the closest coffie machine, and dammit, its broken. it looks like some one has purposely ripped the cord out, i wonder who did that. i then suggest that we take a breif walk to the coffie machine near the end of the hall, hey, the beak would do i good, right? he agrees, as he streatches out his legs covered in the dockers that i know hes had for years. when we get to the end of the hall, i ask him if hes ever seen the boiler room. he of course hasnt, although he admits that hes looked at the door many times on his way out and wondered what its like. i suggest that we go in, that i do it all the time and that its pretty good. he is skeptical, yet agrees, i meen, of course he trusts his friend, im practically a uncle to his kids, and his wife and mine are bridge partners. so we go into the boiler room with a key i had made. it was easy, the janitors a drunk, so keys duplications come easy to those with pursuasion. we go down into the boil room, its so loud that we can barely hear the shouts to one and other. My estemed co worker and teammate on the company baseball team notices the tarp near the furnace, i yell out to him at the top of my lungs that we should investigae. it is at this time that i start my prayers.
"evelyn i'm not coming home tonight"
When he gets directly in the middle of the tarp, the heat from the furnace turning his face red, and making the sweat form his brow drip profusely. It is at this time i would kill him with the knife that i taped to the inside of my arm, underneith my dark blue shirt with the white colar. To think, this guy, a graduate of the same class of computer science as me, top of his class and friend to all, would be tricked so easily as the statment, 'hey whats that over there'. his head turns and that one moment of doubt comes to me, but its gone as my right hand covers his mouth, i can see his susprise now, its exilerating.
"in all the years that went by she said she'd always love him"
i drop the knife form my left hand, im going to keep it in the safe i will have at my house. the body gets wraped up in the tarp. the tarp wiht its contents go into the furnace with the key i had made. i wonder if i should throw my shirt in there too. there are little specks of red on my white pure colar. i think ill keep them there, heh, mabey my wife will think its lipstick. no, its too red and random to be lipstick. ill tell her its strawberrys from the donut i ate this morening, and then that will be the end of the discussion. all this cuz i decided, yah, maybe computer science and engineering isnt for me.
"and from the day that he died she never loved again"
so yah, thats why i cant become a computer science major. im thinking history teacher instead
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