11:38 P.M. + A Cup of Horehound Tea + Heartbreak = My Night With George Lopez

This past week I’ve been in sort of  a funk.

So I’ve been slackin on my job of texting/calling/emailing/contacting people, and vice versa I haven’t really been contacted at all either.

Family problems on top of no one to kick it with = me sitting at home and/or doing things alone.

Alone is boring.

Hmm….I think I’m going to separate my thoughts like this today. (sorry if it’s hard/annoying to read)

There’s this one girl…..

She’s heartbroken.  So much so that I’ve been thinking.

I would never want to break anyone’s heart…..

….but I hope that I can be a good enough man to make someone that happy.

But, you know, without the heartbreak part.

Romance is overrated.

….Well…sometimes.

A lot of times.

What sucks are the roles that society has on what a guy and a girl should do.

I hate conforming, especially when I’m suppose to conform to old ways of thinking.

I’ll marry a girl who’s ok with me not conforming.

Hopefully….

Horehound tea.

Worst tasting tea I’ve ever had.

I feel amazing, though.

Anti-Oxidants for the win.

If it didn’t look like weed, I would take some back to Cali for me.

Maybe I’ll get some out there….

Ah, money.

You always seem to evade my bank account.

Not only do I not have savings in my account for Study Abroad, but I don’t really have money for books.

Maybe Senior year I’ll finally be normal and not broke when it’s time to get books.

And maybe there will be a blue moon tomorrow that will cast a silhouette over a pig flying….

11:38pm.

That’s when I started this blog.

It’s now 1:46am.

And I’m only here.  At this point in my blog.

Damn.

Am I motivated to write?

Well, sometimes yes.

Right now?

Well, I’m somewhat reluctant.

Only because I’ll have to repeat what’s in this blog to people anyways.

It would be so much easier for people to just read this.

I think they would understand me better than talking to me haha.

George Lopez is my nigga.

Pause.

I apologize for that vernacular that some people do not like.

George Lopez is more enjoyable to me because I actually understand most of the Spanish spoken on there.

I think next Wednesday I will watch the George Lopez show marathon on Nick again as I am doing now.

The family depicted on there is a lot like my family.

As a matter of fact, the only person that’s missing is who represents me in that family.

I am most like George.

But saying that I would be like George in the family is kinda weird….

2:08 am.

An empty cup with remnants of bitter tea leaves chillin at the bottom of it.

George Lopez just making me chuckle when he say “Da loca”.

Pondering what my future life/love life will be like.

My life.

P N B E.

James Shonin Kelly III