Thank Yous Gone Missing And A Third Lung (Part 6) – Mad Chaos: December 6, 1998

Jett Rolls Up

When Lyssa left for home I had all the time to myself and as I played my computer Jett came over on his $1500 mountain bike. He asked what we done last night and then told me that he wasn’t doing anything and we should have come to pick him up. To be one is to know what one is like and I know what going out with someone means.

Going out with someone means devoting weekends and weekdays to them and with my friends they never knew when I wanted to go out and when I didn’t because I was always with Lyssa. Jett was just doing what I had done once going out with Lyssa. What I had done was mention that I was able to go out the week before so people would call me again but the next weekend I would once again be spending it with my beloved Lyssa so it was a tight circle of opportunity that never existed.

Thank Yous Gone Missing

As the time came up to 8:30 p.m. Lyssa gave me a call informing me that ‘Higher Learning’ was on television. Turning my computer off I was gearing up to watch it as Lyssa informed me she was going to tape it. For a couple of minutes we talked before she had to go set up the tape but something went through my mind. Back a month or two ago, maybe even more months ago Lyssa used to thank me for the time that we had together.

“Thank you for a good night” she used to say to me and lately I haven’t been receiving those thank you’s neither have I been dealing them to Lyssa. Nowadays there is no more need for thanks because our night’s aren’t to satisfy but a feeling of nullity. That would explain the emptiness lately in our sexuality and the lost need of when we used to say “Thank you for a good night, I enjoyed it very much.”

Now I’m starting to realize upon reminiscence, our times together, the dinners at Lonestar, the times at Chili’s, the continual hotels rented, the three weeks living together at Lyssa’s house and having wild excessive sex. Now I am starting to realize that we have taken a turn for worse after our turn for worse. Now, in our month of December where all was supposed to be so bright and eager of a month to start has started on a low key.

Wishing This Year Away

Hopefully this month will build up to a peak on new years but if that doesn’t happen my year of 1998 which has pretty much been a lost cause will be lost for recognition. 1998 will be a year I would hope to forget. Of the times I was going out with Lyssa as well as thinking dearly of Jewell. Of the times I broke Lyssa’s heart and made Jewell cry all the more. Of the times hereafter where Lyssa and I started committing adultery with each other, foul play on each other’s behalf. Now I would like to forget about all this deceiving we call lost love so diminutive after our break up.

This lingering on is beginning to look pathetic on both our behalves and everyone is getting the wrong idea about our status and what we probably will be. My friends probably think I will get back with her, Constantine with her knowledge probably thinks the same, heck, my loving affections wanted Lyssa and I to get back together but now that I’ve taken another step back from my initial step I can see somewhat clearer. I am yet to take one more step to see what I should accomplish and then one last final step to turn my back to adultery.

Rhythm Running Down

You can see in my style of writing tonight that I still have a bit of rhythm and rhyme in me but despite my poetic style I have a nursery rhyme method of writing tonight where it’s readable but not as good as real poetry. That there is the slowing down of my mental cycle and if that cycle has anything to do with my style of writing we can expect some epics eventuate in a few days as I will be tired of writing in my Diary continuously.

Bielka Gets Streaks

Before I head off tonight I have a philosophical thought in my mind as well as three deliberations. Firstly, Lyssa told me on the phone tonight that Bielka and DJ came over. Supposedly Bielka is going to move to Liverpool in a week or two and in a month’s time when her parents visit Hawaii she gets to own the house for that time. Anyway, the point I was trying to make is that Bielka now has a new hairstyle.

Having her hair cut to her shoulders being perfectly straight (Not Curly as it usually is) she had her hair streaked blonde and Lyssa told me she looked absolutely gorgeous, stunning, hot and all that. I would love to see what she looks like and I can only imagine the transformation made because I know what streaks done to Jewell’s hair. Bielka with straight hair will be an attraction to die for and with the skirts she wears to nightclubs, well it’s worth all my money to see…

Lyssa Stops Mentioning Ali

The next thought is involved Lyssa talking about Ali and I’ve noticed that in the last week or two she hasn’t given him a mention or hasn’t even talked of Penelope as frequently. Lyssa never talks about Ali and when she speaks of Penelope she doesn’t make it out as she is all that. Rather Lyssa respects my hatred for the both of them and in turn that’s respect due for me.

To stick my foot in further I can probably say that Lyssa has lived up to her word and stopped hanging around with Ali as much because of all the days we’ve talked on the phone she’s never going out to places with them. Maybe once a week is Lyssa going out with Penelope and Ali and I can bet that when Ali loses his license indefinitely he won’t be hanging out with Lyssa anymore.

Last of my thoughts is about sex and places to have it. Now having had sex on a waterbed, a mattress bed and the ground I would have to say that I prefer having sex on a normal mattress bed opposed to other places. Although that one isolated time that I hoisted Lyssa onto the wall unit table at the hotel was a great position I still must go with a normal bed.

The reason for this is simple, you can jump around and bounce around more fluidly than on a waterbed and with less carpet burn or harshness than the ground. The waterbed is too hard to turn around and maneuver yourself on, the bed is just right.

Plans For My Hair

One last word before I get my hair cut tomorrow. The hair is growing a little longer in my undercut and my normal hair is down past my shoulders now. I’m thinking of getting it cut to just under the chin so I can still put it back in a ponytail but only just.

What I also want to do is have a wave put through my hair, only a slight one but a wave that will keep the hair out of my eyes. What I meant to add was the fact that I now have started wearing a loose ponytail to bed so that when I turn over the hair doesn’t get in my way.

The Third Lung Theory

Now for my philosophical suggestion before we end the topic of tonight… What would human life be like if all mankind were to evolve into the capacity of breathing oxygen as well as carbon dioxide. With the world becoming rich in carbon dioxide with the greenhouse effect, fires and global warming how long will it take for our lungs to get used to breathing in carbon dioxide. Think not only for the mere sake that we can breathe carbon dioxide but like plant life we can convert that carbon dioxide to oxygen dependant on pollution levels we breathe in and the amount of fresh air.

In evolution there would be a third lung genetically there due to evolution of mankind. Some visionaries see an extra finger on each hand as the next step of evolution for mankind but I philosophize of a third lung, one that can breath carbon dioxide. This lung will be noticeably smaller and it will work in the same manner of a normal lung but instead of not ignoring the carbon dioxide and then spitting it back out it includes this carbon dioxide into the mixture of the lungs. Within the smaller third lung it will reciprocate carbon dioxide with oxygen and upon exhaling the mixtures of carbon dioxide and oxygen will reverse.

In other words, if you breathed in 20% carbon dioxide and 80% oxygen the whole of that will be inhaled by the lungs and it will exhale 80% carbon dioxide and 20% oxygen dependant on how efficient the lungs were. A world without fear of running out of trees, where space travel can become possible without the use of pressurizing space shuttles with oxygen. You could breathe so freely and yet there will be no fluctuations in breathable air or oxygen as they will always pass each other over and cancel each other out to come basically to the same mixture content as the first day.

Anyway, that is my thought upon evolution of mankind and as my eyes grow tired I shall now be off to sleep content at being by myself. I still have a poem to write about but unluckily I have ran out of time. Lucky it is too that I ran out of time and have grown tired because my mind’s juices aren’t running to full efficiency. Well, maybe tomorrow I will be able to settle some lines of this poem out but until then…