The time has come for another post. Not because of necessity, but because of a strong and uncontrollable urge to waste time when there are things that need to be done and books that need to be studied. I chose this method of wasting time because 1) this seemed more productive than playing stupid little games on the internet and 2) because I have already spent quite some time on stupid little games on the internet and 3) this computer is slightly to slow right now to play stupid little games on the internet. I could be reading, I could be doing homework, or I could be out on the street doing drugs and getting into trouble. And we certainly wouldn’t want me doing drugs. So, in that sense, be happy that I am just sitting by the computer without drugs; not even caffeine. Of course, there is catnip on the premises. But I heard that doesn’t really work anyways.

I hearing the whirring of the ceiling fan. It just keeps on whirring. Either it’s whirring or it’s not; it has no variety, it just whirs when it’s hot or stuffy, and it doesn’t when it’s not. It’s like, it has no life, no friends, no anything. It just whirs on and on. And it gathers dust when its still. And it befriends that dust. And then some cruel people ruin the poor fan’s happiness by snatching away that dust, and leaving the fan alone and friendless, wishing it could just whir so fast that it would break from the ceiling onto the head of the person that takes away its beloved dust. But it can’t. It is doomed to be a slave forever, doomed to stay in one spot forever. It will never see the Alps, it will never see the Grand Canyon, it can never better itself by learning a different language, by learning how to paint or even how just read. The ceiling fan is left to a life of shallow trapped slavery.

On a happier note, I was eating Reeses peanut butter ice cream.

I also have around 8 2\3 more days to be a teen.

I considered briefly putting some samples of my latest lyrics in this post, but I have decided against it. My lyrics don’t usually play well in the absence of music. Therefor, I shall just leave this post without any lyrics. Also, when I believe that when I start pasting lyric pieces into my post, it’s almost an admission that I feel my touch for the long senseless post is slipping away. Like I’m stretching it to much.

So, how many other people are up at 1:27 this fine October morning? October is perhaps the greatest month of the year. It seems like the time that geniuses are born. No, I can’t think of any other ones besides me, but is seems logical.

Speaking of logic, let’s make an unlogical jump and talk about grocery stores. I seem to have a strange fascination for them. Now, one would think that this proves that I love my job. Well, I don’t, though I do like the people I work with. But that’s all besides the point, because I think I found the cause for the comfort and joy I find in grocery stores. Of course, an example would be good, because I came into this figuring that you knew that grocery stores were a haven for me. And I shouldn’t have said ‘You,’ because they tell me that in academic writing you should say ‘You,’ and I think we can all agree that this is a very academic piece of literature. A manifesto of sorts. Of course, it isn’t a manifesto is the slightest sense. At least not how I can see it. But where was I? Ah yes, grocery stores. Ahem. I was at that six-week film course I went to, and it had been a stressful day, and I was walking and all, and lo and behold I stumble upon a grocery store. I don’t know what it was doing there being that it was so little that I could stumble upon it. But I digress with an unfunny pun. Anyways, I came upon this grocery store in a stressed out state, and I went inside the grocery store to find solace. And lo and behold, solace was there with a warm blanket and a cup of hot cocoa. I walked inside and walked around and walked about and walked randomly and stuff. I checked out prices. I explored aisles. And I didn’t buy a thing. But there I was in a grocery store, clicking my tongue at the prices and feeling altogether better with myself. The grocery store had done it. But how? Why? Can it be explained? Yes, friends, it can. Instead of it having to do anything with the grocery store I work at now (besides the whole checking prices thing) I think it has to do with my enjoying going shopping with my family when I was oh so little. Yes. What a sweet little story, is it not? A young man finding solace at a place that reminded him of his care-free childhood. Or was it something more sinister? Perhaps! Secretly, I was fantasizing about putting slugs in with the produce and worms in with the candy, and releasing a hyper dog in the glass section! Oh friends, what an evil time was going on in my head! Havoc reigned! I could almost hear the glass splinter, and the ladies screaming! I could almost feel the milk beneath my feet as it flowed freely through the aisles! I could see the slugs grow big and begin eating all the people who treat cashiers badly! Yes my friends, if the images in my head had come to pass, I would not be telling you about it, for I would have been swept away in the milk and vinegar torrent or consumed by oversized slugs! But you would have heard about it on the news.

Well, anyways, enough of that.