Updates (can you spell cliche)

As he lay there on the couch looking through the blinds out the sliding glass door, listening to a song that reminded him of things he hated being reminded of, he pondered all the things that had been happening in his life up until that moment. He watched the trees become clearer with each passing moment, almost as if some big ball of gas and fire that gave off light, burning millions of miles away was coming around the corner (the corner millions of miles away) slowly illuminating everything it touched while simultaneously giving an alien the power to save a made up city and beat a maniacal bald guy on regular basis.

"What have I been up to" He wondered as he stared. He could of written about how he would wake up each day at 6:30, eat his breakfast, do his school, then ride his shiny $400+ bike. How he would pick up 3-5 applications a day on a regular basis, fill them out, and return them the next day, never to get a call back, or a reply to the calls he made. He could of written about how once he was done with his application run he would, quite often, ride down to the local rock gym and build up a sweat and a deep burn in his upper body. Or how when he came back home every day he would be so tired from head to toe all he could do was plop on the couch, flip on whatever was on the TV, and sit there for a half hour as his strength returned. He could talk about how he went cliff diving last Saturday, how he jumped, how he climbed, how he jumped more, and how he climbed more (though he never actually dove, cliff jumping just didn't sound the same). Or he could of talked about the awkward patch of sunburn on his back due to the misplacement of SPF 50 on that same saturday, moments before the jumping. There was so much he could of written about, but being so early in the morning, everything that was there, simply slipped his mind. In defeat, he closed his notebook, grabbed his towel and headed down the hall to the shower.

"Next time" he said, in a voice that made it painfully clear he was lying to himself "I'll post something next time".

This is where we leave our hero, either too busy, too tired, of just not modivated enough to drop by and post an update. A hero amongst the fat and lazy. Trying to find his way through his new life.

But more importantly...

Trying to find the soap.