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A List of Best Intentions
Prologue
The apartment I live in was built in 1983 and has miraculously held up, even though it kinda seems like it’s on its last leg. The walls are cracked in some places and repainted in others, and all the doors squeak when you open them. It’s nearly impossible to enter my room without waking someone or disturbing them. It’s a neat little place, regardless of all that stuff.
When I walk into my room, nobody’s there, but that doesn’t surprise me. Steph’s at her aunt’s wedding, and she just called me on my cell to say she’d be coming home at around midnight, so I’m not worried. I just hope she makes a safe drive home.
Despite working my ass off at that concert I’m not tired yet. I guess it’s just one of those things I’m used to by now, so I don’t bother changing or going to bed yet. Instead I flop down on the couch and flip the TV on; maybe there’s a movie or something that I can watch until I doze off, ‘cause God knows I ain’t sitting around here all night being bored. Even though I gotta admit that the TV bores me a lot of the time, ‘cause, I mean, I have 500 channels and nothing to watch…never mind. I’m getting off-topic.
But nothing’s ever on at midnight. It’s all infomercials. Channel surfing doesn’t help me find anything that perks my interest, at least until I finally reach a music channel and out of instinct I chuckle to myself, ‘cause they’re showin’ something that’s just so funny I gotta laugh.
I Dig the 90’s is on.
Yeah…remember all those celebrities who just aren’t relevant anymore? And when 3D movies were a big freakin’ deal? And when video games that had polygons were the cutting edge of technology? That was the 90’s. That’s when I grew up and “flourished,” I guess you could say.
And 1999 made me the dude I am today.
They’re talkin’ about everything and anything big having to do with ’99, and I just can’t stop myself from having a nice little giggle. Like I said, it’s funny. Not all ha-ha funny like you’re probably thinking it is, but it’s just ironic.
Everyone wants their moment in the spotlight. When I was fifteen, I got it.
Let me tell you ‘bout it.
When I walk into my room, nobody’s there, but that doesn’t surprise me. Steph’s at her aunt’s wedding, and she just called me on my cell to say she’d be coming home at around midnight, so I’m not worried. I just hope she makes a safe drive home.
Despite working my ass off at that concert I’m not tired yet. I guess it’s just one of those things I’m used to by now, so I don’t bother changing or going to bed yet. Instead I flop down on the couch and flip the TV on; maybe there’s a movie or something that I can watch until I doze off, ‘cause God knows I ain’t sitting around here all night being bored. Even though I gotta admit that the TV bores me a lot of the time, ‘cause, I mean, I have 500 channels and nothing to watch…never mind. I’m getting off-topic.
But nothing’s ever on at midnight. It’s all infomercials. Channel surfing doesn’t help me find anything that perks my interest, at least until I finally reach a music channel and out of instinct I chuckle to myself, ‘cause they’re showin’ something that’s just so funny I gotta laugh.
I Dig the 90’s is on.
Yeah…remember all those celebrities who just aren’t relevant anymore? And when 3D movies were a big freakin’ deal? And when video games that had polygons were the cutting edge of technology? That was the 90’s. That’s when I grew up and “flourished,” I guess you could say.
And 1999 made me the dude I am today.
They’re talkin’ about everything and anything big having to do with ’99, and I just can’t stop myself from having a nice little giggle. Like I said, it’s funny. Not all ha-ha funny like you’re probably thinking it is, but it’s just ironic.
Everyone wants their moment in the spotlight. When I was fifteen, I got it.
Let me tell you ‘bout it.
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Hey! If this story looks familiar, read on - if you're a first-time reader of this story, then you can skip over this note.Welp, this used to be titled "So I Got This List...", and I posted it here a few years ago (2010-2011ish?), but after going through it for the past week and rewriting a good chunk of it all, I've decided to repost it. The plot is the same, though my writing style has changed over the years and I just felt like it didn't really reflect the way I write nowadays, even though this story is pretty dear to me. For that reason, I'm reposting it.
I posted the prologue tonight since it's so short, but I'll start officially posting every Sunday and Wednesday!
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