The beginning (of my short story)

Everyday seems more or less the same. I wake up, roll out of bed and get some cold pizza from my mini fridge. Then, I proceed to get on the computer and waste my life away. I can’t say I completely hate this lifestyle, there is very little to no responsibility which is typically quite nice. I had no clue this was all about to change. I've had a long background in working with computers, specifically hacking large databases for an underground company called Viola. I left the job for my wife, who very soon after left me. Now I’m back in my mother’s basement.

“Danny! Come to the door, someone’s here for you. They look important”

“Mom seriously? You know this is my quiet time!” I replied a bit annoyed at the fact that she would even try to interrupt quiet time. Either way I proceeded to the door to see who was here for me. I haven’t had friends in years, I've paid all my taxes, I’m very unemployed and I really have no clue who would want me for anything.

Sunday

Today was possibly the strangest day ever. First off I just had crazy unstable emotions and had a few times where I went from totally happy to completely sad in a matter of seconds. Then I went to the store to get hot dog buns, except there were none so I went to the other store, and there were none there either. It was the weirdest thing ever. Aren't stores supposed to have a solid inventory of those kinds of things? I also saw the movie Oblivion which was a pretty good movie, and a whole lot better than I expected. My entire week has actually just been strange and I'm pretty glad it's over.

Random Post

I absolutely hate being sick, especially since nobody in my household believes me when I am. Today I am definitely not feeling good and it makes me mad that everyone thinks I'm faking it. I have a super sore throat and my entire body feels like it's failing me. I'm literally just sitting on the couch trying to stay awake.

Something else that is currently bothering me is the fact that I live in Utah. When my family first found out we were moving here we were pretty excited to be leaving where we lived, because it was boring and cold, but now I really would much rather be there. The weather isn't even what bothers me about it here, I actually think Utah is one of the most pretty places I've ever been to. My largest problem with living here is the people. There's just a completely different attitude than what I'm used to, and after two years of living here I feel like I'm justified to say I really don't like it. When I first moved here it was complete culture shock and it honestly still is. I hope that someday I can leave and never come back. I really don't think I'll miss it here at all.

Past

The past is kind of a funny thing. Especially since so many people live regretting something they've done in the past or something they didn't do which is really quite sad.

I personally am going to try my hardest to remember the good things. My favorite memory of all time is probably when I was about five or six years old and I went to Orlando, Florida. I got to go to Disney World and Medieval Times. I remember most specifically when I went to Medieval Times. Our 'knight' was the yellow one and all of the knights were throwing out roses to people in the crowd and ours threw one directly to me. I don't think I can remember ever blushing as much as I did that day. The funny thing about all of this to me at least was that I was embarrassed. This is my favorite memory because it reminds me of when I was much younger and so much more shy than I am now. I can't really remember a whole lot about when I was that little and it's nice to know that I have something to look back on.