Call of the Bored

So I'm just out of it entirely right now. Gonna type some words before going to bed to ready myself for partying tomorrow.

I hope I get to drink some liquors tomorrow, as I haven't drank liquors in quite some time. I suppose I do not need alcohol to have fun, but it certainly helps. It makes me relaxed and ultimately jolly in that my body stores fat much more easily if I'm filled with yeast excrement. ( I feel smart now. ) I like that my body retains weight much more easily when I'm drinking as I'm not especially hungry while drinking. However, when I'm high it seems that food becomes such a pleasant diversion. Smoking and salty snacks can only go hand in hand, as otherwise I'm to self conscious to sully my lips with such garbage.

I'm am a bit of as health nut, but you'd never know it. I work out in the morning, then proceed to watch television till I go to bed. I try to eat healthy, then eat out at burger joints and drink beer. Not to long ago I even hurt my back whilst lifting my twenty pound weight. I suppose having hurt it the day before while doing jumping jacks, it probably wasn't the best idea. But me, I need to work out, need to feel like I'm not wasting what little life remains in my body.

Sure, I'm in my twenties. But that is at least a quarter of my life. Okay, I guess you don't really start living till your twenties, what with college and love and all that. I still have a need to feel like I'm going to be something big. I'm going to make something of this weaselly spindly self of mine. I'm going to turn shit into gold, spin twine into silk, boil water into wine.

I need a prodding though. I need some sort of jolt to get me going. Working out is more like the ticking of a clock, an occurrence that happens in sort of rhythm that only serves to drive me mad. I'm slowly unwinding, ticking down the seconds till either a cog pops out of place or my alarm goes off. I'm hoping it is the latter bit of symbolism.

"I would rather be ashes than dust!
I would rather that my spark should burn out
in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom
of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
The function of man is to live, not to exist.
I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time." -Jack London

I would compare myself to Call of the Wild now, but the fact I can attribute that to the author of the above quote seems good enough for me. For now.

G'night.