Look at me. I’m standing in a nightclub listening to music I can’t stand. I’m 5,000 miles from home. I’m armed, and I’m drinking. You don’t want to listen to advice from me, Amigo.
IS A SLOPPY MESS AT THE MOMENT!
So much/nothing going on. Makes no sense yet makes perfect sense at the same time. Finding a solution to this problem is key to advancing from my current predicament.
Sleep schedule is utterly fucked. MUST fix this tonight! I want to wake up early and start getting shit done much sooner.
My room is pretty much represents how I feel right now. SHIT. Perhaps cleaning and ridding it of all this filth will help put me in a better mood.
Take more time out of my day to speak with friends. FRIENDS always make me feel better.
Stop worrying about things way out of your control. Especially people, just wish them the best and be happy for them.
Listen to music at all times. Music really helps you think and manage shit better brah, plus a good mood booster.
Stay true to your passion and FOCUS!
I went to a Gamestop to turn in a Playstation 2 slim that I had put towards a full preorder of Bayonetta for my brother to go with the 360 I bought him.
I noticed this raggedy looking kid that was poking around, looking real excited, and he turns to his mom, who’s wearing a grey sweatshirt with cigarette burns and grey sweatpants, obviously super poor. The kid goes “Oh wow, mom, look how cool this one looks!” and he picks up a copy of Gitaroo Man, for the PS2. I was pretty impressed, because that’s probably my second favorite game of all time.
His mom says, pretty gruffly, “That don’t look like it’ll fit in your Gameboy. That’s what we came here to get.” I guess they were Christmas shopping early. It made me kinda sad because the kid looked to be maybe 9 or 10, and he didn’t believe in Santa anymore. The kid looked kinda sad and put it back, then started staring at which GBA game he wanted.
I’ve been pretty depressed for the last couple weeks, but I was kinda happy that this was something I could do something about. So, I did. I turned around and bought the copy of Gitaroo Man, Metal Gear Solid 3 and Gungrave: Overdose (some of my favorite games) then I handed him the bag full of everything, the PS2, the two controllers I had with it and the games. He looked at me and asked why I did and told him, “Because Santa sent me.” And then I looked up at his mom and his mom was crying, and that made me cry, and I left Gamestop a blubbering mess.
Felt fucking great, man.