I am listening to an acoustic demo of “Perfect Day” by Lou Reed. He sings this weird scale thing at the end. It is Friday. This week and especially today I had a mini-“I gotta get the fuck out of this town ASAP meltdown.” Gotta finish out that sweet, sweet Chemistry degree though. The plastic in the keys that your fingers are currently soaking up radiation through won’t synthesize itself.
I’m thinking about weird meditation techniques. I’ve been trying this one that is truly some crazy shit. It’s been giving me some of the most profound experiences I’ve ever had. It kind of scares me a little bit. I’m not exaggerating. It’s so exciting.
Also, I would like to say that the Spring Standards second album wasn’t so great to me, which made me sad because I loved their first album so much, HOWEVER, their new album is on point. I am proud of them. They started singing harmonies again. Keep it up, Spring Standards.
I would like to become a tree. I don’t like being a primate.
Pennsylvania is a place for people who don’t think much about things aside from their job.
Most nights I am at home and if the blinds aren’t drawn, I look outside at the orange seventies streetlamps. Sometimes, if I feel whatever enough, I go outside to look at the stars. This inevitably leads me to stare at the glow from the fracking well over the hill.
Then, I think about places where people are more liberal than just not conservative. I think about Carl Sagan’s sweaty armpits underneath his turtleneck underneath his blazer. I think about getting less than an A on a star map assignment I did in 8th grade and lying in the grass with my friend who has the same initials as me. We had fun doing the assignment and bonded. I think about how one time Dan Harmon said some shit where he compared benzene rings to ninja stars, and I think more about the fracking site. I haven’t begun a career in science yet, but I like that analogy so far. A dull shuriken is maybe better.
I will be here for a few more years, and I am pursuing Zen sainthood.