Random Sunday Night Thoughts

So... I'm typing. I don't really have anything to say, but my fingers are moving to these letters so I'm going to ride it out and see where they take me. Backspace, ellipses, what was I saying?

This girl Alissa just messaged me and I say, "what's up." How'd this phrase come to be? Why do we associate a person's general feelings, or daily encounters with a direction? And why is that direction up, why not what's down or what's left or right? She responds, "not much," which makes sense since we don't live in an urban environment and the sky's relatively clear today.

I'm going to go with a different idea now:

First, something I thought of earlier in my head that rhymes... I wouldn't call it a poem, just something that rhymes. I might make a rap song out of it some day, and a video, definitely a video. Just because I've always wanted to star in a rap video, and rent something really expensive to pretend I own it, maybe a jet, or a really expensive piece of jewelry. Actually, on second thought I hate being unoriginal, so I think I'll see if it's possible to rent a polar bear or a llama or something. How phat would that be, a polar bear in a rap video? My rhyme: (...yo)

about me
where I'll be
in thee
library
until three

(...yo) Interesting how I never went to the library though; I planned on going. I'll probably never have a rap video either. Damn self-doubt! Must suppress! Must suppress! I will have a rap video, with a polar bear.

My other idea involves the Sunday Night Football game that just ended. It starts like this:

Psych!!! Maybe if you're lucky I'll write it tomorrow. People are in my room now, and they clearly don't want me to type. I'll do this tomorrow-- the procrastinator's slogan.

However, I will end this post on a positive note. Maria is taking my head shots, and I'll be starring in a full-feature student film in February. This is the beginning; I'm going to be the next Vinny Chase. The position of Eric is already taken, but I still need a chef/older brother type and a driver. You may apply within.

In the future, I may or may not be less random and sporadic than I was in this post. Peace out to my niggas pookie-bear and ray-ray. Just bless. [...]

Post script, Ray thought I should mention the fact that my room has wood paneling, and also that we have a new roommate. Our roommate is Dave; he's creepy and was forced to live with us because he philandered with an older woman.