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::He walked into his room, after having just gotten back from his girlfriend's, sighing to himself as he walked towards the computer, pressing the 'on' button and letting it load up as he stripped down to his boxers and then searched through his drawers to find a white wifebeater. He noticed the computer was then loaded and sat down in the black, leather chair, clicking on the IE icon, letting the page load up and logged into www.caleida.com and clicked on the link that lead to the full update page.::
Today was pretty much a long day. Not that it was bad or anything, it just dragged on. After school was out, I walked to the store a couple of blocks away to get the SoBe drink that I get everyday. It's become somewhat of a routine or somethin'. As I walked out, I saw the same girl that I saw pushing through the kids in the hallway sitting on the bench right across the street. I walked over and offered her the Snickers bar that I had bought also, but she didn't want it, so I invited myself down to sit at the other end of the bench and ended up talking to her. I gotta say she's pretty cool from what I know.
::He bit on his bottom lip as he took his hands off of the keyboard and scretched out a little and then placed the hands back onto the homerow keys, a habit he had gotten used to in the ninth grade.::
I just got back from my girl's place too. She goes to college, so it's not like I get to see her everyday. We've pretty much been seeing each other since about six months ago. Nothing too serious, but nothing too light, either. I don't know where we're heading, but she's not obsessive like a lot of the girls in this school and isn't self-absorbed. Heh, enough about her, eh?
I figured I should say a little more about myself since the first entry wasn't really descriptive into who I am. ::He paused, closing his eyes, a way for him to focus on something better as he then opened them again, typing what he had just thought.:: I have a habit of saying "eh" a lot. I don't know where it came from, but it's there. Along with that phrase, I also have a tendency to say "heh" at the beginning or ending of almost every sentence I said. I'm a big fan of rap and occasionally go to the radio station or clubs to freestyle or just hang out with people that can actually appreciate the music for what it is, not what it should be or what it was. If I'm not at school or out in the clubs, I'm probably in the studio. I like making my own little tapes and helping the local hip-hop artists around here.
My parents divorced very early, so my dad doesn't even live around us and my mom works two jobs; one as a medical transcriptionist and the other as a cashier at a retail store. It's not that she needs to, she just does. We could easily live on the medical transcriptionist job alone. And speaking of jobs, I should probably get myself one, but with the other commitments in my life, I don't wanna get more stressed with that.
Anyway, I should probably get a shower and catch up on some sleep. Let's hope tomorrow isn't as long.
::He scanned his eyes over his entry and shook his head as he clicked on the 'update' button and then logged off, keeping the computer on as he stood from his chair, walking to his stereo system on top of a dress in the far corner of the room, putting in a Source Awards CD and pressing the play button, then pressing the repeat button until the option was 'repeat all'. He walked over to his bed as he laid down, keeping his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling, listening to the CD.::
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