The apartment is lonely right now. I don’t mean that to say that I’m lonely in my apartment, but I mean to say that there is no one here. I can here some guys downstairs in my Resident Director’s apartment screaming about the football game that is on right now. You probably don’t want to hear my thoughts about that game, because you’ll just end up turning your computer off. Especially if you are one of those people that physically wouldn’t be able to breathe if the T.V. were turned off for a few minutes.
So.. no one is here. The TV is off, and there are two lights and my computer on. Next to laptop is a crumbled up paper towel, my bible, and my cell phone. Why the details you might ask? Probably because I sit here without anything to offer you. I could just finish and say goodnight, but I like the sound of the keys as I punch them. It’s somewhat relaxing. Have you ever just typed, it’s quite interesting. Some of you probably type with two fingers and get frustrated when multiple people instant message you while you are working because you can’t get back to the fast enough. Then there are probably some of you who can type, but would rather not spend countless hours in front of the computer screen chatting and searching the endless web we call the internet. Me, I just type. Only because I can. That’s enough about typing.
My life is still a rollercoaster. Hence the black and white photo of my face. I can’t seem to figure it out. Even now I want to go in to my room and drop to my knees and talk to God. You know I can talk to God right? It’s a little thing I like to call “prayer.” But I think I’ll do that… see yah.
Shay