Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Chem class...again

I love writing. It's sort of like thinking but it feels more productive because you're actually doing something and it's not completely uncontrollable, like thoughts are, so you can make it go where you want to as opposed to being a victim of abstract musings.
Not that I'm good at it. Quite the contrary. I just write to fill space and time (like chemistry class) and end up with some of my less random thoughts down on paper. Sometimes there's a flow. Mostly there isn't. I'm random, like vh1.
Class is really really boring. Until a couple of minutes ago there were these little kids screaming murderously under our windows, but i think they too have been sucked into the dark abyss which is their classroom and it is too quiet. There is honestly nothing to do.
I wonder what it's like to be a star. It must be kind of lonely. I mean it's a vacuum. Apart from the stray meteor there probably isn't a lot going on up there. People mostly forget that you exist.
Must kind of suck.
On the other hand you can spy on everyone without them realizing you're there.
My chemistry teacher is talking about the pathos of cancer patients. This is really terribly boring. I wish i had a blackberry. I wish i was a star.

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