More Ramblings from Word Documents

Need to buy a microcassette recorder. I think I am going to pretend to be someone else for the rest of the semester.

Jon Caldwell is nothing to me. He did not wish me happy birthday so why should I wish him happy birthday? I’m not going to “win him back” because he doesn’t secretly care about me. I need to give the fuck up and move on.

I think I’ll pretend to be a combination of all the people and characters I love the most.

Or perhaps I’ll just be a better version of myself. That is harder to do. I don’t always know “myself.” It’s scary.

I’m hooked on Onra’s Chinoisories in a way that I haven’t been hooked on an album in awhile. But even this obsession is not like the obsessions I had when I was younger. There’s something about listening to music through headphones from a computer or from the computer’s speakers that just ruins music. Music is such a physical thing. I desperately miss my nice stereo set up at home.

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Hello again from stoner Sam. Sometimes I think in only visuals and sounds but no words.

I like subways and walking and all those little times when you aren’t obligated to be thinking about anything in particular. You aren’t expected to read, or do homework or call your bank about your pin number, or call your mom, or paint, or watch a movie, or visit your friend. You just get to walk.

I just like to lie on the waves of my comforter and sleep or think. I like to sit in my bright dorm room and pretend I’m in the 90’s. I don’t like the real world. I want to make my own world.

I’m always doing six things at once or nothing at all.