backpack dreams

Star Wars! Pew pew pew!

I was laying on my carpet, slightly under my sleeping bag, drifting off into half-nap land, funneling Sonic Youth into my ears, when I realized something. And thinking is very strange when you're falling sleep. Lots of associations and things like that. Anyway, I started thinking about how people die. I think it came from me feeling my own heartbeat by accident, and it was unusually fast, especially for laying down like that, or so I thought, anyway, I thought about how people die. And that many people die in situations like the one I was in. Laying down, comfortable, almost at half-nap land, unexpecting. You can die. Plane bits can crush you a la Donnie Darko, or you can spontaneously combust, or you can accidentally choke on your saliva, boogers, you can trip and fall down your stairs, you can be hit by a drunk driver, a bird may or may not shit in your eye which may cause you to run into speeding traffic.
My point is, that after coming to this realization, I just resorted to the same partially-aware inaction that I apply to most other things in my life (blog excluded).
I mean, usually, after these kinds of thoughts, some young whippersnapper as myself would feel compelled to grab life by it's long, veiny neck and paint a picture, or write a song, or a story, or discover something or someone or someplace. Others would be compelled to grab life by it's long, veiny neck and just strangle it. I, on the other hand (there are actually lots of hands, I'm just naming a few), am doing this. Also sometimes I catch myself talking to myself while biking, quite loudly, playing out potential encounters with family members and enacting what either of us would say, or sometimes I imagine myself in situations like some of the ones in the Truman Show. Am I crazy? Well, it's probably just out of boredom. Which reminds me that I have to start reading "The Bell Jar."

Common App.! Can't I just send colleges a stool sample or something?
Holy ballsack this is bad.

Also known as the most ambiguously homo-erotic song title by the Beatles (a close runner up being "Boys").

Went biking with Victoria today! Shopping for a jar.
Fun.
Saw a baking pan for a bear cake at Joann.
A pan, in the shape of a bear. Ridiculous! It was $25, so buying it for a one-time use wouldn't make any sense, and since you'd be using it more than once, you'd inevitably be known as "Bear Cake Guy," which would then lead to people inviting you to potlucks and things only for your bear cake, and then not inviting you, with the realization that the novelty of a bear shaped cake does not outweigh the inconvenience of eating such a cake. The cake probably wasn't even good anyway, I mean, if you're getting gimmicky pans such as that one, then you're overcompensating.

Maybe I should do my personal statements stream-of-consciousness style, no edits or anything.
That would only end badly though maybe I should try it now? No doesn't seem like a good idea ah brownie well my cursor looks like a Corinthian pillar, or was it something else? Some pillar from Greek temples or shit. I don't know, it's weird. It even has a shadow, like Peter Pan lost his that one time. Well this isn't ending well I should well well well OK The Hives sang a song called that. Tick tick boom was another one. They're ok, kind of annoying though smell ya later

When I come out of the shower my head is like a gigantic udder.
Mooo.

Sometimes I wonder how people even like each other, then I question why I even want some of them to like me, then I go biking and buy something useless from Goodwill.


Obligatory Common App. comment here.


Also, with Christmas money I'm a teensy bit closer to my goal of a new laptop!
Yes! I like this.

Damn I wish I could retake my Passport photo.

Anyway, today my goal is to watch Inglourious Basterds and finish up a good chunk of my Common App things. I don't know how successful I will be.

I think I slept with my arm in my bedpost last night because now it feels sore. Damn me!
Also, I dreamt about taking a math test or something.

I think that I was also in Government, and Mrs. Christensen was discussing the biases of different Christian denominations. How weird~ X3 <33

I bought this Toblerone chocolate a few months ago, because it expired today, on Christmas Eve.
So now I am going to eat it.

I dreamed that I was at some sort of boarding school, and my roommates were cool.
I also was some sort of fencing champion, but no one came to my show. I also got bit by a bug.

I have a bad work ethic, still much more of my novel to annotate.
At least I like his writing style, I was very scared that I wouldn't.
I bought Comic-Con tickets today! And I also bought Jewish wrapping paper.
I think I will most likely fall asleep.
Probably.

Physics homework is done. Yes.
Not that I didn't enjoy it. It's nice to punch numbers into a calculator, especially when you're doing the same calculation over and over again, the patterns, I don't know, it's difficult to describe. But I think I'd enjoy it more if my TI-83 Plus had more clacky buttons, because right now it's more of a tik and not very satisfying. I may have to start providing my own sound effects if they don't release some sort of clackier calculator.
Clack.
My keyboard is pretty clacky, I guess, it's more of a nasty contemporary clacky though. I want an old-fashioned typewriter kind of clacky. Oh well, beggers (for clackiness) can't be choosers (for clackiness).
Lola. It's a song by The Kinks. When I talked to Mr. Ramirez about them, he started singing this song, but this is before I listened to this particular song by them, so it was kind of strange. I was pretty uncomfortable, actually. He did it again a few days ago, now I really like the song. Anyway, I was thinking about the future, and worse comes to worst I'm going to drop out of whatever college/job I end up in and will become a street performer a la chicken suit and "What is Love?". Thank you, Thy. But really, I mean it. If I see myself heading in a direction I don't really like, I'm just going to quit before it's too late and probably try being homeless for a while. Right now, it's okay for me to not enjoy my life because I'm a teenager. When I get older I have to take responsibility, or take Zoloft or something... I don't know.
Clack!

The above blog post consisted of 1539 CLACKS! Conservation of mass and energy, I guess. I guess I should do math homework. :|

Girls are very hard to trust around Formal season; I'm also pretty sure they all work together to force certain guys to ask certain girls, but who knows?
Kind of sucks that I have to go, sort of sucks the fun out of it.

And two songs that have been totally stuck in my head lately:
I Am The Cosmos - Chris Bell
Calico Skies - Paul McCartney**

My Lennon-love has blinded me in the past, but Paul is pretty awesome, I admit it. Woohoo!

I'm not one of those people that go ga-ga over rainy weather, but I do think that the water cycle is PDC.

Hey I still haven't read "Heart of Darkness" so I feel like a loser. Usually I'm okay about this kind of stuff, but I waste too much of my time. I took a nap today, though.

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Sonic Youth concert in January!
Too bad so sad that the floor tickets are sold out. :( Next time, I suppose.