Day 26: Sorry.

I’m sorry that the Padres lost. I’m sorry that I spent 6 hours of my life watching that game. I’m sorry that I started late… again. I’m sorry that I can’t stop thinking. I’m sorry that I am about to write yet another story. I’m sorry that I can’t keep the promises I talk about here. I am sorry that this small bit of writing is probably getting annoying.
The Padres fell to the Rockies in the 22nd inning of the ballgame. Twenty. Two. Yes. You are reading that right. Twenty two. A regular game? Only supposed to last 9 innings… So in a sense… they nearly played 3 whole games in one. The worst part? They had to travel to Arizona still and they got to Arizona at… 4:00 in the morning. They showed it as well. The Padres played a game this evening and lost 9-0. Without the bats working, Maddux had to stand up to the barrage of runs from the hot team that is the Diamondbacks. Sigh. That really is… lame.
Today was a good day though. I spent the entire day thinking of my future. Of course, I was thinking about writing. I got lectures from dozens of people today. Well… I would not call them lectures. More like… inspirational speeches. They all spoke of how I could get started and how I just had to keep going to get it out there. The most important thing I learned today was that I should never just give in because I have not gotten any kind of feedback. No matter what I write, I just need to keep chugging along. There is no reason that I should just stop working just because the already slim chance of me getting good criticism becomes slimmer. If anything, that should push me to write more. To improve on my own. To develop my own style. With the help of others, I would just get the mainstream way of writing. I need my own way. I mean the grammatical corrections and such, those I gratefully take in. But tweaks to my flow of ideas or my base story? No. My children. Back off yo. But as I was saying, many people have inspired me today. Even I myself have inspired… myself. Hehe. So as such, I will now write a short story. What it’s about? I don’t know. I will spend time thinking about that while I eat. What I do know is that I will try to write very well. I doubt it will be possibly though. I am very tired. :O

It was a hot summer afternoon. The sun was out, the beaches were filled and the people were tanned. In San Diego, this was all normal. What was not normal in San Diego on a hot day, was staying inside and being bundled up in blankets. The only person to be found doing this was anything but normal. In a small apartment building that barely passed both the health inspector and home inspectors tests, this abnormal person can be found. Like most days, this person could be found asleep at noon, in his blankets and wrapped in a heat pad. This person is a tall and lanky man in his 20’s. He was attractive enough that he could get the occasional date. He wore decent clothes, owned a nice small apartment, was extremely healthy and extremely fit. The one thing he lacked? Social skills. Most of his… ‘friends’, (if you could call them that, seeing as they constantly fool with the poor man), are only hanging around him still because he offers them money, free gifts and jobs. Those occasional dates? They all end the same way. The girl stating her need to relieve herself and then, he was alone for the rest of that night. Only a small example but an effective one, is it not? There were many theories as to way he was such a terrible people person. Bad childhood, extreme shyness, and questioning his sexuality were the main ones. But each had something contradicting them. The one glaring theory that probably had the most truth to it? This odd man could tell exactly when you would die when he saw you. It was a… ability he acquired when he was younger. He never understood it then. That’s not saying much as he still to this day does not understand it. Knowing when someone will die when you meet them usually causes awkward moments. But this man was no idiot. He was a smart guy and emotionally strong. He would be able to get over that if he wanted to. But he didn’t. The man had refused to let himself get close to anyone. He just could not get close to anyone since he knew when they were to die. And one last reason? The fact that this man was slated to live for the next 9000 years. No matter what. Apocalypse? He’d live. World destruction? He’d live. Everything to ever be known, suddenly disappearing? There would still be the man. And frankly, he was sick of it. In the end, the blankets could be explained as a feeble suicide attempt. The man could not bring himself to end it any other way. Guns scared him and he was allergic to twine. The man was… royally screwed. He would have to live each and everyday for 9000 years, seeing each and persons exact date of death. It became quite depressing, so he went out less and less each day. All of these factors add up to the final solution of a terribly unsocial man. So, as the day goes on outside, the man with the all-seeing eyes attempts to die. Depressing isn’t it? Mr. Kyle knows this to be true. Depression was just a daily thing for the poor man.

Well that was quite… fun and odd. Weird things come out of my head at this time of night. I am quite sorry my friends. I don’t know. I like it though. It’s an interesting bit of writing. Oop. I might have to push back the choices story a day. Not enough votes. Ahehe. Only… 2 so far… ^^;;

Man. I am tired. Sleep sounds good right about now… but no… 500 words. Grahhh. Hm. Let’s do the newest batch of calculations hm?

Words left to write: 510,000

Days left to write: 340

Percent done: 6 to 7%

Amount of posts: 25

Amount of posts with no topic: 25

Amount of sleepyness: 547500

Hm. Looking good so far. Haven’t lost my passion for writing, I have been keeping up with this and all. My schoolwork has improved, I feel better about stuff. I’m pretty good right now. Not the same old Mopey Naet. I still mope, but at least it is in moderation. Aha!

D’you get that thing I sent’cha?

Ah. Harvey Birdman… how you make me laugh.

Jeez! All of that ^ only took up a hundred words. Bleh. I am too tired for this business… xD

BRRZT!

Mwahahahaha. How could I ever stop working in the invention business. I, Naet, will never stop. If you believed me when I said I was done for good when I stated my retirement… then you will be beat up. I swear. I know who you are and my personal bodyguards are coming for you… right now. Look outside the window. Y’see that guy in the black suit? No. Tha’s your neighbor Nick. Look a little to the lef-. Oh! You spotted him. I can see it in your fase. Hah. You’re all, “Oh no please don’t hurt me scary man!”. Psh. Your fault for doubting my awesomeness. Jeez. Anyways, I of course have a new item for you guys. In my hands I hold a flux capacitor. It can possibly help time control and it is the only one left in the world… so it will be used as an example for my newest item! The trash disposal! It sounds familiar to something you must all know, but it is much different. Similar to the Stomach Smasher, a large being crashes onto the thing you wish to dispose of. In this case? It is a very ‘large’ man. After he crashes into it a few times, it will stick to him and he will either let it sink in, or he will eat it. Either way, it gets rid of your problem right? Right. Well. Here it goes! * man drops * OHGOD! HE LANDED ON MY HA-WOAHHHHHH. * naet flies up with man *

BRRZT!

Serves him right. That punk. Stealing my airtime?! He’ll rue the day that he tries that again. I’ll take a Stomach Smasher, Cashew Spray, and an Apple Brush and beat him down with all of those things. He’ll never see it coming. I’ll fly out of his sink while he brushes his teeth. Chances are that he will be surprised. Anyways, I must be off. This blog post has taken much too long. It is nearly midnight! And I am quite tired. So, hope you enjoyed the read. I must be off. Sleep well loves, I know I won’t.