There is this seventeen-year-old kid who likes his rice with soy sauce, can survive a week eating only breakfast food, and keeps a rubber in his wallet for a year running. He assigns random names to his gadgets and says he’d rather lick a butthole than have someone use his laptop (this is bullshit, really). He remembers what his friend wore during a report form last year but does not have a single recollection of what the report was about. This is an odd kid.
You would think that this kid’s uncanny thinking would mean he leads an eventful life but, man, you can stop right there. You are, without a doubt, thinking wrong. His life is nothing but humdrum and by humdrum, he means…
•His Facebook and Twitter feed are flooding with beaches and travels and vacation. Three things he’s been wanting for a quite looooooong time but can’t have (for now, at least.) Fuck you, academic calendar shift.
•Budgeting money is a pain in the ass.
•Classes are becoming more and more insufferable as the year progresses. Talledo’s class wants to prove that social change can be achieved through discussing about it, a point he can barely grasp. His advertising class is not making any sense although it should and his Filipino teacher is a worthless motherfucker!
•His university, as a whole, is a total chaos, filled with minds that run in trashy wavelengths, demands that are unreasonable and people who leave you only with perhapses.
The list can go on but he’ll keep it at that because to continue with it is a defiance of his pledge to anonymity (what?). This kid’s definition of a “non-humdrum life” would have to include getting high and wasted while watching the sunset, going on long road trips, a box of beer inside the trunk, and You Me At Six blaring on the stereo.
These things are out of his league for now but he is working on it.
He’ll try to lessen the bullshit for the mean time.