Balanced Entropy (DISCONTINUED)

I- Boring Intro?

Word count: 601 words.

***This first chapter is kind of like a long introduction, and it may be boring for some. I dare say, the story really begins the next chapter.

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My sister is a WWE Diva. I am a simple commentator. She is "dating" WWE Superstar and Tag Team Champion Cody Rhodes. At first, she clarified that it was I who even got her backstage in the WWE. It is a very exciting and adrenaline-driving environment working there. It really is a different feeling. I'm working on getting money to pay for my post-graduate (which is after getting your Bachelor's degrees) studying. That's why I'm working. They pay me enough in WWE, so it all pays off.

I'm sleeping right now. Half awake, half asleep. Like in the morning when you're kind of asleep, and kind of awake, and you're lying there, thinking about everything. My iPhone alarm finally goes on, playing 'White Walls' by Macklemore & Ryan Lewis (feat. ScHoolboy Q & Hollis), for some reason I don't remember. Press the snooze button on my iPhone screen. My first reaction of the day. Get up. Time to take on the day. It's 6.00. I'm tired, but I'm glad that today is another day. I walk to the bathroom, stretch my vertically, rub my eyes, feel the insides of my mouth with my tongue; I shudder that the taste is not a good one.

Rinse my mouth, spit the billions of H2O molecules out, floss my bottom teeth, my top teeth, put my Crest toothpaste on my OralB toothbrush, swoosh that Listerine throughout the perimeters of my mouth, and spit it out. My mouth now feels as clean and fresh as a new car at the dealership.

I look at myself in the mirror, making unusual faces. I swear the mirror makes me look better than I do. At least the retinas in my eyes do.

I unclothe, changing into a naked body only visible to my eyes at this time. I step into the shower, do all that junk, and man. I am making this too formal, and technical. Maybe that's just how I work. I never know how long I take in the shower, unless I have my phone with me. Drying up, wrapping the towel around me.. thinking about doing all this, just showering, involves numerous chemical reactions, electrical signals, and thoughts, perhaps much more than that. The thoughts are rather hard to put into place because you never know.. for instance, you're like, "Wait.. did I do this first, or that? Hmm."

Anywho, I have my interior clothing on, I have undoubtedly put deodorant on, so my armpits won't stink; I've put conditioner in my hair, stubbornly managed to brush it, blow-dried it, and voila! Monstrousness. Nah, quite the opposite. Pleasingly lovely.

Subsequent to my being in the bathroom, and thereafter my bedroom, I have on a black blazer, a white dress shirt, gold chain necklace with a really detailed dove at the bottom, forest green (the color) skinny jeans, caramel-colored boots, my hair in a going-to-my-job ponytail, and my prescription glasses because I am not particularly fond of contacts or laser eye surgery. I have my iPhone, checking the time. 7.30. One and a half hours does not surprise me. A girl's gotta look good.

I grab an apple, make some toast, fix me some warm coffee with creamer, and then I grab my keys.

I'm out the door and into my car.

Time goes by like Flash from morning to evening, and I'm at this Friday's SmackDown, in Seattle, Washington.