Either before or after...

This moment right now is either the calm before the storm or the calm after the storm has slowly subsided. I don't know which. I just feel like right now my mind is in limbo, so wish me luck; hope that I get on the right path and choose the right thing to do.

Boy, these magazines sure are boring, and why are they so damn old? Can't they at least be nice enough to let me read new magazines while I wait for the news? I just don't understand that. It's like they're trying to make you feel like time has frozen here, and that while you wait, you're frozen with it. It feels awful, and it's only enhanced by the freaking colors here, white and, hmm, I don't know, you guessed it, white! This room feels like an asylum or some kind of soviet institution. And, no, that poster over there saying "It's about the journey, not the destination." is not helping. It's only making this place seem tacky in addition to all of the boredom. Is that what I feel, boredom? Who knows? How am I supposed to know. I don't know. I just have to wait.

I feel like I'm sitting alone in a train station at midnight because I missed the last train. The lights are still on, thank God, but I don't feel fine. It's like they're all staring at me, each and every bulb; oh wait, they're not bulbs; that's right; these are freaking fluorescent lights. Man, why'd they invent them? They suck! They make everything look like it needs to be sterilized and rip the nature from everything natural. Even the word fluorescent looks like some kind of Frankenstein monster. Who the hell puts a u before the o? I don't; that is, unless I happen to be spelling fluorescent. Heh he heh. I really lied there.

I actually think that weird spellings like fluorescent are freaking awesome; they keep me on my toes. When I type fluorescent, I have to think before I start typing, and it's kind of fun to do that sometimes. It's sort of like typing: the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. That one sounds pretty easy to type and normal, but it really stretches your fingers when you do it. It kind of forces you to instantly adapt to a different way of doing something just as it's happening.

My cousin did something like that once. One time, a long time ago, when skateboarding was still a fad, he showed me how well he could ollie, without moving, we were beginners, of course, so I asked him if he knew how to nollie, and he was like, "What's that?" I said that it was just like an ollie, but doing it from the nose. So he jumped up, did a little spin and landed on the board so that his back foot was on the other side of the board and did another ollie, which he thought was a nollie. "Hey, that was pretty easy." he said. I remained silent as I watched him keep jumping to the opposite side of the board with his back foot always touching the nose or butt of the board, aka incorrectly for a nollie, but after doing this for a while, he accidentally jumped so that his other foot was at the end of the board and did the nollie. After doing it he looked like he'd just taken a dose of some euphoric drug, and said something like, "Woah woah, that... that was... really weird." Deep inside, I applauded him for a job well done, for I didn't expect him to actually pull off a nollie. I never even learned to ollie though, due to my fear of getting booboos, so why the hell am I talking like I was a skater. I guess Tony Hawk's Pro Skater is to blame for that. Damn you, Tony Hawk and your sidekick 2 with "vIdeo!"

So that's that. I guess I'm done thinking while I wait for now, lets see what this magazine has to say to me.....