A Friday Night Non-Commentary
It is a Friday evening and I have nothing to say. I sit at my desk chair, meditating on my life to this point, trying to think of some social injustice to rant about. I’ve got nothing. I could write a tirade about Rick Perry, the economy, the dying beluga whales, or the fact that the angle theta is out to get me, but I shall refrain. As of right now, I am not feeling hated upon by any greater force other than my stupid desk chair that functions as a makeshift rocking chair every time I lean backwards. The fortune in the fortune cookie that came with my monochrome Chinese food reads, “All progress occurs because people dare to be different.” It always offends me when my fortune cookie is lacking in the fortune department. I am officially back at Andover. I have re-entered into the state where everything feels surreal. I mean, did you really just complain about only getting a 90% on your math test? Did I really just spill cranberry juice all over myself? Is it really raining and eighty degrees? Do I still know how to read? Is there really a fire show in the middle of Pine Knoll? Should I call Smokey the Bear or something?
On the topic of fire, I am going to take this opportunity to make a public service announcement: If you do your laundry and use the drier, por favor clean out the lint screen. If you don’t do your laundry, CLEAN OUT THE LINT SCREEN. Use the lint to knit a sweater or something. I don’t care. All I know is that lint is highly flammable and things that are flammable catch on fire.
I always feel most inspired when I am irritable and slightly sleep-deprived. Coming back to school after summer vacation is a rough transition. All of a sudden you go from feeling great to feeling slightly mediocre. The kid sitting next to you is in a math class that is higher than you can count and accidently assert in your history class that the revolutionary war occurred somewhere between 1850 and 1870. Fear not! You still have hope. I will love you.
Taking out my contact lenses tonight is kind of a struggle after finishing Oedipus. I can’t erase the image of a dude in a toga savagely gouging out his eyes.
Here are my top 5 thoughts of the moment:
Can you recycle gum?
Sleep sounds fun.
Andover needs a sustainable Alpaca farm.
Meatless Mondays are contrary to my religious values.
What is the name of that song that kind of sounds like: “Dee dee dum dum doo yeahhh mew mew mew pow dom slam?”
May the force be with you. Live long and prosper.
That is all.