What is your favorite day of the week? And why?
I like the Friday night.
All the good stuff is on TV, almost everyone is happy around you.
And you have a long weekend to relish.
Of monster and men
If you want to relax yourself or whenever you are depressed, or if you want something really soothing to hear that might relish you listen to them. That's what i feel when i hear them
Of monster and men
What would you do if you had 24 hours left of your life?
@kek I admit, this is a bit over-the-top and frankly unrealistic but it’s a lot more exciting than just dying in my sleep.
Assuming those 24 hours begin at midnight and that I don’t have school that day…
First, I get my things in order. I organize stuff that needs to be returned to my school and email my letter of resignation to my boss. I also erase all data from my computer, clear out my Netflix history, and close all social media accounts.
Everyone in my apartment’s fast asleep, but the city is just beginning to wake up. I put on some jeans and a hoodie, grab my phone/earbuds and a switchblade, and sneak out to the nearest ATM. I withdraw all the cash from my bank card (~$3,500, mostly my own income) and tuck all but $10–20 in my shoes for safekeeping. Then I go to the nearest 7–11 possibly grab a pack of cigarettes, given that I can successfully convince the cashier into selling tobacco to a minor. Also I buy a can of Monster. Gotta stay awake for my last day alive!
I head towards the nightlife. Again, good thing I have extra cash because there’ll be a lot of bribery. First, I find a tattoo artist looking for some practice and show him the designs I want and where I want them. That should eat up an hour. Then I either bribe or sneak past a bouncer and get into one of those really high-end nightclubs. Chances are, I’ll bum a couple tequila shots off of some other customers, but obviously I won’t drink so much as to be wasted and hungover. Just a couple rounds to get tipsy for a few hours. All in all, I should be occupied until just before the buttcrack of dawn.
The alcohol would’ve mostly worn off by now, and sometime between the bar and 4 A.M. I would borrow a lighter from someone to smoke a cigarette or two. I go to McDonalds for a bathroom break and use their WiFi. Since I have a bit of free time, I can commence Phase 1 of my Final Plan. I use my phone to access the Dark Web and search for a cheap pyrotechnic and an abandoned building near me. I tell him/her to meet me there at 11:30 later that night.
I take a relaxing stroll down the streets while listening to music. I relish the sights for one last time.
I find one of those stereotypical All-American breakfast houses. I go to my email and send one last message to my mother saying that I forgive her for what she did (or more importantly didn’t do). I chow down on some pancakes and a smoothie while making small talk with strangers.
I go back to my house. My dad hasn’t even woken up so there’s no worry about him checking my strangely clean bedroom. I wake my dad up for work and help out with breakfast. We’ll probably chat and I’ll sneak in a very subtle final goodbye before he leaves for work. After that I might read fanfiction or watch TV just ‘cause.
I double-check that pyrotechnic order I made just to be sure. Then I take a relaxing hot shower and change because chances are I smell like smoke, booze, and sweat.
I send my friends another text asking them to meet me at our usual meeting spot. They’re (mostly) early risers. We meet and just hang out like friends are supposed to. We’ll do stupid dares, talk about random stuff, gossip about adults, and perhaps send ten pizzas to my soccer coach’s place.
I stop by the dojo and teach the noontime green belt class.
Lunchtime! I grab what would be my last taste of street food and eat on a bench outside my apartment, given the weather is nice.
I go home and play my last round of video games.
I pack a small afternoon picnic with whatever food is left in the fridge.
I pick up my boyfriend from his house and take him on a surprise date in the park. Maybe I’ll even steal one of those sunset kisses before I drop him home.
I buy the cheapest movie ticket and see it while criticizing it out loud. Then halfway through the film, I ditch and grab some sweets at a nearby candy shop.
I visit my school building for the last time. True, it was the source of a lot of agony and boredom, but if there’s one thing school taught me, it’s that knowledge can come from anywhere.
I use my GPS to find the address of the abandoned building where I’m supposed to meet the pyrotechnic. I hail a cab because chances are it’s outside the city.
Before going to the abandoned building, I smoke another cigarette outside a gas station store. Then I bribe another cashier into letting me buy a bottle of vodka because I want to inhibit my judgement before I begin to regret what is about to happen next.
I meet the pyrotechnic at the building. They have my request set up so I pay them with all the remaining cash I have left. They give me a crash course on the device they set up and gives me a button that would detonate it whenever I wished to. Then I tell them to get out of there and say nothing if questioned. I smoke one last cigarette and take a few large swigs of vodka. Phase 2 of the Final Plan has now been completed.
Chances are, I’m drunk enough to not give a fuck. I put on my headphones and blast my Fall Out Boy playlist to get pumped. I’ll sing and dance on top of my lungs and pretend I’m king for the last two hours of my life. I also move out such that I’m outside the building but not in the epicenter of the blast zone. I want this to be epic, not ugly.
I close my eyes and count down from 60.
With that button in my hand, I commence Phase 3.
By the next evening, I’m trending on all social media and all the news outlets are talking about me. The headline? Something along the lines of: Teen Dies in Mysterious Building Explosion.
I’ll be a fucking legend.