Some people have good lives. Some have dull lives. Some have bad lives. My life is just... well, it's never boring.
First of all, I live in a place called Durham, California. This's where about 80% of all the almonds you eat are ever grown. I might have stepped on some of them. Lucky you. Anyway, although Durham is a boring town, its inhabitants (we are called Durhamites) are amongst the most interesting on earth. This is one of those everyone-knows-everyone kind of towns. My favorite kind of place. We're not so small that we're incestuous, though. Going into detail about Durham would take hours. I've actually written a couple short stories and a lyrical poem... maybe I'll post them some time.
As for my life, I live with my 11-year-old brother Christopher (a genius with machines, but an idiot elsewise), my 15-year-old sister Brittany (a poser and a pothead), and my mother (who works twelve hours a day, comes home, and then works til she collapses--barely keeping us above poverty level). Oh, and while Bronson technically lives across the street, we all have come to live with the fact that he really resides solely at our house. I've tried making him go away, but he always comes back.
Our house is two stories tall with two bedrooms. I share the "den" with my little brother. The den's really just another room with poor lighting, a window directly behind the street lamp, and two mid-hinging, impossible-to-close doors. Pretty much everyone who has been to my house knows it as "public property;" anyone comes in whenever they want and no one cares as long as they clean up after themselves. I have virtually NO privacy at my house whatsoever. In fact, I've actually been forced out of my room before.
Who am I forced out of my room by? Well, it's a Jewish kid. He's dating my ex-girlfriend. They spend the night over here just about every weekend. Why? I don't know. I don't really care either. In fact, I never really liked that girl in the first place. She was my first girlfriend and I was her first boyfriend, so it was really just a little experiment. Now that we're done with that, she's going out with Carl and I'm with the girl I really liked.
Who's the girl I liked? It's Laura. I've liked her for a couple years. It's sad, really; apparently, she had been waiting for me to ask her out since January of last year. Apparently, she really liked me too. After being TOLD directly by seven of her friends that she had been waiting since January, I finally made my move last month. I could write a good short story about this whole ordeal, and it would be an interesting read. Of course, you all would laugh at how pathetic I am with girls, but what I hold with myself is a sense of romanticism. Laura had boyfriends all last year. Her last boyfriend (before me) was a bit of a jerk (according to her friends; she goes to a different school). She broke up with him in a week, but I didn't know. I wrote her romantic letters during the following month, thinking they were still together. Unbeknownst to me, even after all her dating, she avoided getting her first kiss from any of those guys. She kissed me the first night we were together. How romantic.
My friends are interesting as well. Interestingly enough, all of my friends (except maybe three or four that I can think of) are hardcore partiers. There's literally a party every other weekend over at Josh's. Just this past weekend, we had a big-sized party (for Durham's standards) with somewhere around 25 people, two Xboxes, one case of beer, unsurmountable amounts of hard alcohol, one MASSIVE cigar (about the size of a two-foot-long PVC pipe), and (without a doubt) several ounces of marijuana. None of my friends fit directly into any real category of people, like "goths," "preps," "punks," or anything. I don't know... they're just... gamers, for the most part. My kind of people.
Me? My name is Ryan Johnson. I'm about 5'10", 135 lbs (I'm a small guy), with dark hair, green eyes, a horrid complexion, and big feet. I've got a thin, slightly muscular build. As far as gaming skills go, I'm above-average (but not incredible) with FPS games on computers and consoles and feared for my skill in Starcraft. I lack in social skills, but my friends always treat me like part of the group anyway--throwing me into conversations even when I don't want to have anything to do with them. Unlike my friends, I'm not a partier; I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't do any drugs--I don't even cuss. My friends really look up to me for that, I think. They plan on taking me to a strip club, buying me a hotel room (and a stripper), and think that they can force me to actually say something really profane. Or smoke something, or drink some alcohol. I know they've got something planned. I am a Procrastinate; I put things off until it's too late. Always have. For example, it took me twelve months to ask Laura out. I'm too much thought and not enough action, that's all. I am a person who finds the good in anyone and who can bring himself to hate no one. I am very hard to hate because I am not hostile, aggressive, judgmental, and I have a reputation for never lying. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't do drugs, I don't cuss, I don't lie, I'm not judgmental, aggressive, or hostile--yet my friends still consider me a hardcore party-goer.
I guess that's about it.
If I ever beat him in basketball I would probably die by laughing my ass off at him...
