Of Quitting-- and quitting quitting.

09.02.2004

I miss college. I can still recall some of the by-products of my part-human, part-extra-terrestrial thinking when I was in college. I will never forget how I would trip on people at school--(even school officials) in writing, and otherwise.

Most of my ideas that were penned down were either coffee-and-cigarette-induced, or super-strong-coffee-and-cigarette-induced. Moreover, most of the things I wrote in college came from three minds--that of mine, my co-managing editor Julius, and his alter-ego.

How I miss Julius--my partner in crime. We used to bitch around and practice Wicca on each other in college. Most importantly, I miss being his equally-able and sole competitor of the Pioneer office's PC (read: for internet purposes)

I bet he also misses me especially when I bug him when the Internet connection is so slow. He always tell me..."Patience comes to those who wait...". I guess he also misses the way he scared the hell out me when I told him I think I just smoked fake cigarette because my throat was burning and itching.

Julius is usually non-challant and non-accomodating. That is, except when I'm smoking.

When I told him my dilemma, he practically took the situation to his advantage and told me scientific things that sounded Swahili to me. All I understood was I better quit smoking because the market is so freaking full of fake cigarette swindlers. He told me the next time I smoke a fake again I won't definitely miss death. You can just imagine my voice box put into action when I heard that.

But, being the hard-headed and only-semi-gullible being that I was, of course, I haven't ended my smoking spree yet. Julius is still an anti-smoking advocate and I am still a believer of the adage that I find efficient whenever someone compels me to quit smoking.\

QUITTERS NEVER WIN.