So I had a dream last night (or the night before). And the more I try to remember, the more I actually do! Orrrr the more I can make up to fill in the gaps. WELL! Here we go.
Some friends and I went to Vegas. We were all having fun. Crazy times in Vegas. So I’m good friends with a group of guys. They came along too. I love my boys. I’ll do basically anything for them. And, apparently I told them that. -__- Bad idea.
A few of the guys got a little too carried away in a club. They got kicked out. They continued their drunken riot outdoors. They were spotted by a some sober gamblers. Well, more sober than my friends. They spoke to the boys.
Gambler - “Hey, Guys! How’s that Vegas night treatin’ ya?”
Abe(Very DRUNK Abe)- “The Night?! Great! The people? Not so much!” —(All laugh)
Gambler - “Oh, boys! You’re wasting your money on booze! You could be MAKING money!”
Sooo they fell for it. The boys were soon entranced by their truthful lies. They were herded into a casino where they proceeded to be hustled. They had that winning streak and then a BIG fall where they had nothing left. By this time they were all terribly wasted and had that manly pride terribly wounded. So, SOMEONE had the BRILLIANT EPIPHANY of betting ME. They thought… I actually don’t have any idea what they thought. Actually, the more I think about it, the more I think they DIDN’T think. -__- *sigh* So while I was out having fun these boys were losing everything they had… and didn’t have…me. I received a very strange phone call around the same time. Very odd. Telling me to go to the Frontier Casino. Lots of noise. Then nothing. I recognized the number. it was Jesse’s phone calling…but it wasn’t Jesse. So i get to the casino. I arrive to a MESS of people. People yelling. Men yelling at some woman on stage. I spot Abe! Thank goodness he’s so tall. I move through a crowd of unruly men towards the guys. Finally, they make eye contact. Abe and the rest are pushing through the crowd towards me. Then the lady on stage pulls me up! Amazed and slightly frightened I look for the guys. I call to them. They stop dead in their tracks. They all give me a wide eyed stare. Then the lady called a number. I give her a puzzled look and then the crowd goes crazy! All the men throw their tickets up in the air yelling. But ONE man. One lucky soul has the number she was looking for. Unfortunately for me, I was being raffled off. To this man. This man happened to be a bum. -__- The boys spotted the man. They tried to make their way to me before him. But it was too late. He was just four feet away from them and two feet away from the stage. Might as well have been miles between the guys and inches between me. SO! As I finally realized what was going on, I was being taken away. They guys just stared as I waved my hands and legs frantically in the air as they carried me off stage. :| Yeah. Great. SOOOO fast forwarding. Turns out the bum put me on a plane. We were gonna get married. It ALSO turns out that he was a KING. He was looooooooaded with cash. It ALSOOO just so happens that he turned out to be an over protective bastard who tried to beat me. So. I tried escaping. But then he caught me. But then I ran away! Through a door! and it juuuuust so happens I ended up in stage crew class. Period 3. With all my boys. The End.
It’s Spring Break. Senior Year. People are out there having fun with friends, taking advantage of this small yet oh so valuable breath of relief called a break. And I, of course, am inside my apartment. Obviously my MOTHER’S apartment. She got home early from work today. She’s sitting next to me. If next to me means the extreme far side of the couch. She has her computer and I have mine. The TV is on but no one is watching. No one talks. She says she’s chatting with a friend on Facebook. I was too. But then this over powering “itch” to write took over. I’m sad. Because I was talking to my friend. Yes. I’m sad because I was talking to my friend. Or rather, because I should have been talking but I didn’t know what to say. You see, this brought me to tears. Literally. Not because I didn’t know what to say. Because I didn’t know what to say to my BEST friend. I haven’t had that problem in almost 4 years. We haven’t hung out in quite some time. She’s been grounded. I’ve been grounded. She has four AP classes. I don’t. I have one. And I’m not taking the AP test.
What’s the use then?
Right. College. My best friend is moving to the East Coast for college. She deserves it. I’m staying. I deserve it. She worked. I didn’t. What have I done? Nothing. I’m just a lazy person. Yeah. Blame it on the ‘artistic’ side. “Oh. She’s different. She sees things differently. She’s an artist. She handles things differently. She’s an artist.” What a lie. We’re all artists. Whether it be with colors or words. Paintings or lies. Pictures of what can, can’t, could, should, would, should’ve, would’ve been. It shouldn’t be an excuse or handicap. I’m not an artist. I’m lazy. I guess I could be out there. I COULD be in a car driving around. I COULD be with friends. Oh, powerful cabin fever. You make people go crazy. But what’s worse than being lazy? Knowing you are. Accepting you are. But hey. I’m just an artist. I see things differently. It’s Spring Break. Senior year. What can I do now?