Memoir Cats.

 Coming of Age:
-buying my first M rated game without need of parent. modern day rite of passage. kinda cool.

Life Expierence:
- I could rewrite the Attic, that's always a fun on, It's cool to see the story improve each year.

Relationship:
- Divorce of Parents? not my relationship so not sure if it counts. could do a story about Mario (ask Satt for clarification) 

C/E/S:
- Dexter is about as diverse as a witty metaphor that shows that it's not diverse at all (hey I tried) I could do a story about being a Black man stuck in a White body (that was a joke BTW)

Food:
- brownies being my favorite food, first time baking

Travel:
- trip to boy's town, Chicago for sure.

War Stories:
- The bee sting is the obvious choice here, I still have the copy of the one I did in 5th grade, still as shitty as ever, could be nice to do a rewrite.

Emotions:
- fixation with the # 6, once again mark this one for clarification.

Spirituality: 
-It would be my losing of faith in this case, but that was over the course of 2-3 years, too long? clarification would be needed

Other:
-  memoir of someone else's life (it would be DIFFERENT) probably not, but fits that category that I'm compelled to include  

Cute, Little, Pink

Cute, Little, Pink, Shoes, with a Hello Kitty imprint on them. A 25% mark off, how could I resist. Of course I grabbed them on my way out, and of all times the Delivery could have occurred, she chose when I was shopping.

Fuck me,  of course, the cashier decides today is the day she wants to get to know ALL about me.

“nice weather We’re having.”
“have a nice weekend so far?”
“these shoes for Your baby?”

“I’m in a hurry mam, please hurry” I shot, in a futile attempt to expedite her slow ass. Finally I’m out of the mall racing down the free way to the hospital, park my car and sprint, running through the hallways, I found her room, I was too late, the baby already didn’t make it. wrapped in a Cute, Little, Pink, Towel, all it needed was a Hello Kitty imprint on it.

"Jim God Dammit this is Important."

      And with that single bark, I already knew today was going to be a boring one. "ya, ya, one sec boss, almost done."

     Of course Boss in his usual manner was all pissy over his little "mission parameters" hunched over looking around the broken down double door entryway into the corridor. "told ya before Jim, don't call me boss...makes me feel all uncomfortable and shit. no hurry up, and get your ass over here!"

    "and I told YOU before..on second, almost done."

"we don't have time for your Shenanigans Jim, Zed are filling the hallway and alpha team is down to nothing but baseball bats, and hammers!"

"You're too nervous boss, besides I'm done look" I take a step back to show Boss my beutiful master piece. The reanimated corpse staple its office chair, which was screwing into the flooring for good measure. he- or ITS cellphone was taped into his hand playing music, sending it into a little rage. It's grasps for Boss and I were quite amusing. "See Boss, aint' she a beaut."

"yes, yes your a modern day Picasso, Now let's get outta here before we're eatin'"

"No, no, I hate Picasso...too abstract for my taste Boss, my art is more authentic, more REAL. see look at him squirm"  I hustle over to Boss put m hand on his back and corrected his view to better marvel at my masterpiece. "It tells the magnificent tragedy of our everyday Joe who just got laid off for wasting all his time on angry birds"

"Bravo, calling bravo" Boss's radio buzzed "We're overrun, I repeat overrun, zed have taken out alpha, humanities gone mate humanitie go-"  the radio went silent and Boss frantically tried to regain contact, unfortunately his abundance of cussing didn't seem to do the trick.

I walked my way over to the window with the tortured Zed next to it...the Chicago Skyline always was beautiful, even with fire scorching it. I heard the Zed take Boss, his screams were justified I'm sure...I guess that makes me the last man alive.
     I take out Carissa's gun, and I apologize to her for never getting any of her portraits in a museum, at least they're in my heart...they have been for the last six years.  I point the gun to my head, and i pull the trigg-

a life to kill for

    Alexis was an assassin. Not just any assassin; The assassin. decades of work and training as accumulated her to the pinnacle of her career, The assassination of the president of the United States of America. She aimed through her scopes, took the 240 meter shot, and he was going to die. She was trained not to take chance however, the second bullet will pierce the skull. chink, click boom. there was no way coming back from this, his skull ripped in two. His  limousine speed away, it was too late though. Jacqueline was in panic, there were some screams, and Alexis left.
       She was certain Harvey would take the fall for this one , she planted the evidence against him. Alexis would cruise home, count her new found  luxuries for the rest of her days. millions were being transferred to her accounts. She would truly live a life to kill for.

there is a positive to every story, even if you gained nothing, something somewhere did, even if only to a miniscule degree.
         with that being said. whenever something unfortunate happens, I immediately try to scourer to find all the benefits, for me, and others. I drop my ice cream the animals have something to eat,  I need to be admitted into ER, a new surgeon may gain experience,   someone dies, they will no longer cost us his space
          While it's true that the last example seemed morbid, it is none the less an "upside" please however, refrain form thinking that I'm an optimist, I'm a Realist borderlineing pessimism. I am part of the debate, forensics, improve teams, I have been trained to think quickly, and logically. In a less dramatic sense, I look at the upside not for the purposes of no longer feeling bad,  but rather more to judge the situation logically.
           Logic involves weighing the pros and cons of any given situation, in the end i do not see the man dying as a good thin because he no longer takes up space, simply that is one of the minor things supporting his death.
          the same works the opposite way, almost everything good has a bad side, a lot of these events  have happened in my life, even after what happened those few Februaries ago,, I can at least say I am wiser of the world

       That Thursday morning had been going so well until I found the neighborhood handyman dead on my workroom floor...

        damn fool, an ill-fated attempt for revenge, he deserved every single one of the bullet holes that now riddled his body. However; to his luck, this would indeed put me in a niche.  the police would soon be arriving, and that's when the shit would hit the fan.
         I go to drag the blood soaked body into my closet. this turned out to be rather fruitless however, there is no way to get a good grip on the fat bastard. the blood on his suit made him slippery than the rat was alive, add the to the tile floor and this was hopless.
          Just then the police sirens came, then the knock on the door. I never knew a deal with the devil could backfire so horrendously. I  grab my shotgun, and wait to for the police to barge in, there's no way in hell they're getting their hands on the box

Post for Monday

Honestly, I'm not sure what interest me most. Writing and creating is fun, but I am yet to experience enough of the world around to fully understand all of its fields. I find astrophysiology an extremely interesting topic, mainly due to its theoretic natures. I find Robotics and other R&D "tech" jobs also incredibly interesting. Once again it's "open minded" qualities are attractive. A job in writing would actually be quite intriguing, much like the other fields, the fact that this line of work entitles a certain ability to think openly
         oppose to many other fields where the job is straight forward or "routine" I prefer a workplace where I may innovate, or create. once again my experience in life is short, so I have not the fortune of knowing for sure I wish to pursue but atleast I have a general idea of what I want the job to be like...more or less.