Student...

I pressed # 4 in the elevator, but I live on the 5th. I don't want my parents to hear the sound of broken elevator doors opening. Its pretty loud and there is a risk they will awake from their sleep. I took my shoes off some 4 steps before I finally stepped on the 5th floor. It took about 3 minutes just to open the doors. Parent's room is just by the entrance door, conveniently stationed like a guard tesla coil tower, ready to zap intruders with each minor sound they make. I realized my jacket made noise so I made a decision to keep my shoes in my hands. Bending over is more noisy than one would think. So here I am spending minutes to close the entrance doors while I try to synchronize key strokes with my father's snoring. Its an orchestra of pillow and sheets noise, key lock and my jacket... Door is closed. MISSION accomplished. Now its time to overcome those stairs, noisy as if they were made out of squeaking pieces of oak... and they probably are... some 14 minutes later I am in my room. Good this is a process...
I met an interesting dark girl today.. young, very, 20.. Ouch. I decided I would tell her opposite of what i am supposed to tell her. The result of which was..well surprisingly responsive. I goaded her in to tell me all those things she should not tell me when two people have a social conversation in an imposed circumstance. I am glad she accepted the game and so we played. She was a kleptomaniac and a liar, a sociopath and a suicidal student of international affairs... Suffice to say I like her...darkness...

Shit I want to write more, but I am too tired. At least I write again... kinda.. Will continue...
Mira..was her name.. I miss Nelson and New York Diesel and Purple Kush... and... all of it...
Finally late and passing out..
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