Cigarettes and Coffee

The title says it all pretty much. For some reason, I don't know why, but that's a type of breakfast that appeals to me. Just sitting there, with some cheap coffee, in a Styrofoam cup, and having the first smoke of the day. Complaining about life or something. And to travel about in some really old car.



Yes I am aware of how stupid I may sound at the moment, when you read this. But this is my blog. By writing how I feel about things, gives some sort of insight as to how I think and feel. Otherwise this would be a waste of time for some people. Iunno. I might be coming back to this post, and adding more. Since there was more that I wanted to write. But then I kept on putting it off. And I'm really tired, and thinking about my social exam, and getting my drivers.

I don't condone smoking for other people, but as for myself, I could really care less. The drugs have taken a bit of my sense of reality, while the kids from the streets of Edmonton, took away my security. Now that I'm pretty much done high school, I don't know anymore. It feels like my life doesn't have a direction to go in. I at least want to travel around, and during that year off, or two, I want to be saving up to be able to leave.
As soon as I get my drivers, which would be sometime next year, is when I'm going to leave. Hopefully. To where? I don't know yet.

As long as I get some sort of mind numbing job, then I'll be happy. To a certain degree I'll have some sort of purpose as to what I am gonna be doing with my life. Before I move away from home, I plan on buying a pairs of glasses frames, with my actual prescription, not just faux glasses. 'Cause then that would be stupid. In my case. Otherwise it would be a waste of money. And to buy myself a shitload of clothes. That way I won't have to buy any later on.