Rave on Spaceboy / Comments

Hah, me either.
Frank the cat. I like that. you know, I had a dog, once upon a time, and I had wanted to name him Charles. My sisters and mother thought it was too old-sounding for a baby Golden Retriever. Fortunately for me, they ended up calling him Charlie, so I allowed myself to refer to him as Charles.

Me, too, Spaceboy. Insane? What for?

No problem.

Yes, indeed you do. Both of us do, actually. Hah.

That's precious. You know, I've always wondered what urges parents to-be to name their child after a book character. I've come to several conclusions, of course, but I suppose it's nothing concrete.

I'm fine, Spaceboy, though rather bored - which is, to me, not very surprising. I've spent most of my day pacing the house, contemplating my future, and trying to write a short story, but alas, I do believe I've been struck with writer's block.

Now I understand; now it makes sense.
And yet you still have many years ahead of you. I believe a life cannot be fully enjoyed nor experienced though several, short years. If you are, at this moment, content with your inability to play that part, why don't you enjoy it in the years to come?

Ah, yes, now I remember.

Why do you wish that? That you hadn't felt that way?

The Catcher In The Rye? It sounds vaguely familiar to my ears... though I'm fairly certain I've never read it before.

I do agree. Yet I find it utterly odd - though I am rather thrilled - that we have so many things in common.

It is usually considered a bad thing, but I see no issue. But I suppose it is odd that she finds it fun.

Ah, yes, Happy Valentines.
Indeed I did. It was a quite pleasant Valentines Day, but nothing too exciting happened. This girl, Teesha, did give me a quick kiss on the cheek, though.

Exactly. He was [i]very[/i] inspiring to me when I was younger, and even now, though my mother often asks me why Da Vinci inspires me so.

I think your company is fine, thank you very much. And yes. You are fun that way, Spaceboy, and you wouldn't be you if acted anything other than yourself.

You're confused as to why your mother called you those words?

Really? That is quite fascinating.

Looking at the two decisions, option B [i]is[/i] the only choice. But your wording is wonderful - me. A Da Vinci. I can imagine that.

If you were there, my dear Spaceboy, my travels would be more enjoyable and quite delightful. And I would laugh at your jokes despite how awful they are. But I would be pleased even if you did not carry the spare papers - your company is more than enough.

What inspires me? Animation, drawings, painting, literature, technology, chemistry, the human mind, etc. My interests and inspirations are varied and many.

To spread the news is rather boring, Spaceboy, and quite tedious. I do not have the right equipment to carry the papers with, and it has been constantly raining where I live, making the journeys to and fro utterly difficult.

Me, Spaceboy?

Well, recently I've been making plans for post-secondary school and discussing which colleges and universities suit my tastes. It's... frustrating to say the least. I keep on second guessing myself - something I abhor - and I really have no idea what I want to do with my life at the moment. The teachers of my school are urging the students to figure out what they want to do with their lives.

I'm also planning an AMV [or trying to] and I've recently taken up delivering newspapers to my neighborhood with Renee.

Hah, I suppose you are.

Ah, my mistake. I should have phrased that question differently. But that's interesting. I might partake in the whole weight-lifting ordeal; I've never tried it before, so I'd love to see the difference.

It does - please me, that is. I feel rather fortunate to have someone like you hold my opinions in high esteem. I actually see it as an honor.

Ah, I see. How much can you bench press?

I've never believed in the the saying, 'it gets better', nor have I ever said it to someone I know. Those are empty words. But I'm glad I could be of some help to you. ^^'

That does sound pretty nifty, Spaceboy. I suppose you've recently started?

It sounds like his mental disability plays a big part in this... but it's not the only reason, of course. With the no feeling remorse and making himself the victim...

Spaceboy, I don't say this often to others I'm not particularly close with, but I do wish I could help you. Unfortunately, I neither know what to say nor what advice to give you in this particular situation. I wish I did; I've never been good at helping when someone's in a tight spot, and I hate it. I hate being useless.

Of course you would care. He's your brother - he's [i]family[/i].
But why does he treat you like shit? Is it because he's mentally disabled?

Losing your mind? How so?

I've read Wicked Lovely, Ink Exchange, and Fragile Eternity in three days, I'm currently in the process of writing a fan fiction, and Renee and I are coming up with Original Manga ideas. I'm also trying to study for my math exam tomorrow, but failing horribly.

Mm. So, Spaceboy, what have you been up to lately?

Well, I'd rather be an "it" than be classified as a human and be referred to as "normal". Humans are silly. I've convinced myself I'm immortal. No dying for me. You're not weird. Well not to me.
We've been friends/talked for ages, haven't we?

I find that I am of the latter, so I have to agree with you on that.

Mhm. It should be mandatory in any relationship and/or friendship. Too bad most people I know won't give me that. It is quite annoying -_-'

I consider him a thing. He's actually really intelligent and fun at times. But still a thing. Not because he's different, because he's not. I just call him a thing or "it".

I've eaten too much and now I feel bloated and fat. Not a nice feeling. Otherwise I'm living the life of a teenager ruining the lives of others by accident.
So I'm alright.