Blog Of A No One

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

—Ezra Pound

I have the strangest thoughts

in chemistry class. Like wondering how much porn the kid sitting in front of me has on his laptop. Or how fun it would be to vault from chairback to chairback across the auditorium without touching the lava. Or imagining how people in my class would look old. These are the tasks with which I busy myself under an atmosphere of soft utterances on hydrocarbons.

Asperger's

It explains everything.

RE: I'm an idiot.

Today I got into the shower with my glasses on. After noticing my mistake some minutes later, my first reaction was to excitedly consider how I could post news of this event on the internet for comedic purposes. I then realized that this event had been the most interesting thing that has happened to me in weeks, and that I am an incredible tool. I want to die a little.

And here I am…writing about it still; pathetic.

Maybe someday I’ll have real problems to cry about.