Monotony

I should probably introduce myself. I'm Alex, currently enrolled in Royal University's Air Force military program. The reason I chose the place is twofold: firstly, because it's stationed right next to our second largest military base, and secondly, because it was where the annual Elodian film awards are held. That's was where I got my acting award, all those years ago.

It's where I met that girl. I still wonder where she is, or if she's still out there. She probably has a boyfriend by now already, but that never stopped me from thinking about her.

Maybe she really was an angel.

11:01.

My room is plastered in Knights of the Seven Stars merch. A leftover monument to whatever glory days I'd had, back when I actually meant something. But beyond peaking in elementary school due to it, I genuinely do love Knights of the Seven Stars. Maybe I'm biased, I don't know. At the very least, I kept my collector's edition Razorcrest T Wing toy models from my childhood till now. Though, given the messy divorce, I'm not sure if either of my parents would really keep it  around, so better for me to take it with me.

11:02.

Most days blur together into pointless nothings. I suppose mucking around and arguing about Knights of the Seven Stars lore on the internet counts as something. For some reason, I'm really not that scared of being kicked out of the program. Is the military quite literally the only thing paying for my college tuition? Yeah. Are there basically no provable skills I have outside of the air force program? Yeah. Is my entire life on the verge of careening off of a giant cliff? Also yeah. But then again, I'm fucked either way, so there's no use stressing out about it.

If I get to weekend class, the instructors tell me they might add a couple more points onto my file so I could get closer to getting of off of academic probation, but frankly, I know it's bullshit. Today's class is probably more than halfway done anyways. Thus, it'll be another Saturday morning (morning? noon?) I spend indoors.

11:03.

Now, I've always hated getting up, but after the hell of being chewed out last night by the drill instructors, I especially feel like staying in till noon. But I really need to fix my sleep schedule, and there's no fun to be had in bed, so I crawl out. Weekend flight hours starts at one. That gives me one hour of gaming time. One hour for gaming, a little less than one hour for lunch...uh, probably a simplified model of whatever the hell I'm doing, but I'll get there when I get there.

11:04. Jesus, the alarm's ringing again.

Fine, I'll get up. As my feet touch the cold, hard ground, I almost want to get back in, but I force myself up. As I look outside, I notice it's actually quite a nice day outside with the warm spring air filtering in from outside. If it wasn't for my dire situation, I'd almost even say today is a good day. It's beautiful in the best way possible. Royal University is located on Elodia's largest island, so it's either complete hell during the storm seasons or some of the nicest, most serene calm you'll ever have seen.

I might've gone outside to enjoy it if my favorite RecTuber hadn't just uploaded an analysis of the Battle of Zoris yesterday, which is one of the most important battles of Knights of the Seven Stars. I like to pretend my grades in military history came from watching RecTube, because I barely study. History is the only class I regularly get good grades in.

I mean, I probably should, but my ADHD riddled brain is incapable of studying if someone doesn't force me to, and the meds screw with my strength and reaction time, so flopping seems to be my only option here. Well done Alex, I'm sure the guy that waived your entry is proud of you.

***

The morning schedule is pretty simple. Brush teeth, wash hair, get dressed. I decide against eating breakfast because I know it'll be lunch soon, and I may as well get some of those nice Greek wraps from school. I'll just browse the internet to feed my addiction until my brain starts sending me alarms that I'll be late if I don't start getting out soon. Time to see what bullshit everyone is arguing on about online. As a matter of fact, I may as well skip gaming and just browse the internet for the whole hour, because just as I open my browser I see a notification on my phone from BNN. The computer's a much better place to do just about anything so I open the BNN website to read the article there instead. I look at it and immediately lose interest. Something something Novemian military buildup on the Cascadian border. Nothing ever happens, so I figure that I may as well look at the cool military stuff they have on display (Elodian equiptment is obviously cooler though), but the Novemians have been railing against us for what, the past half century? They're always threatening to wipe Mozaka off the map, and Elodia's allied to them so...yeah. More on nothing, because again - nothing ever happens.

Fuck it, time to argue online. I went to bed late last night because I was arguing about my acting skills. Bunch of dipshits thought that my acting was bad. I even got accused of being, well, me. Is it really that obvious? Clearly, these plebs don't know how difficult it is for a ten year old to act on a camera, but I'm an acting genius. If not for the fact that we have no connections whatsoever and I'm persona non grata thanks to my parents being fuckups, I'd still be an actor. I might even still be rich and famous. Heck, I am still famous, it's just that no one thinks about me...now...

God dammit, what am I doing with my life?