My apologies, but the nerd within me is forcing me to take a second to point out that the above sentence embodies quite perfectly the mess that is modern American colloquial vernacular, in that it focuses on the topic of daydreams, while simultaneously contradicting the very meaning of the word on all accounts, but does so without sacrificing the grammatical integrity of the sentence as a whole - an act which is a paradox unto itself.
Anyway. I know it's time to empty my brain when I start finding new constellations in the glow-in-the-dark stars I put on my roof about two years ago.
The back story there is that since before we were dating, Glennda wanted me to go stargazing with her. We never found the time or the place, so I eventually just dropped ten bucks at Party City and we "stargazed" in my bedroom. But we were engaged by then so it wasn't weird. She commented that they weren't all that bright, and I shot back with this line (that, looking back, was quite cheesy, but seemed awesome at the time): "Stars shine brighter when you look with your heart."
The point is, we go to bed. We watch recorded TV shows. Glennda falls asleep. Then I watch the Science Channel until I fall asleep. Or, I watch the Science Channel for 3 hours and then blog because my mind is racing. And right now, it's going so fast it would make Speed Racer pee himself. And it would make Godzilla destroy Tokyo, 'cause he'd be all like "Why is that guy's brain going so fast!? I hate Japanese people!!"
I normally don't post these...well, posts. What I love about blogger is that you can save stuff as drafts. That way, you can still keep personal journal-like entries without putting them out there for the interwebs to devour. Like one time I wrote this song about gnomes and leprechauns and birds that give live birth instead of laying eggs. I was so proud of the perfect meter of the song that I had to write it down somewhere, but when I read it back to myself, it was less of a clever song and more of an essay that should've been be entitled "Why All My Friends Stopped Talking To Me."
So here I am, brain-vomiting all the nonsensical imaginings that keep popping in and out of my head like tiny bits of inter-dimensional popcorn or those subatomic particles of anti-matter that people like Stephen Hawking claim are the cause of the shrinking and eventual demise of black holes all throughout the universe.
What?? I have no earthly idea what I just said. But I'm sure it made perfect sense.
Well, my brain seems to be slowing down now. And I know I must be falling asleep because I just deleted three paragraphs of understandably random yet fantastically entertaining text, which took me approximately seven minutes to write (give or take seven minutes). And I can't tell you why I deleted it because as of this very second, I don't even remember what it said. Are you as confused as I am?
Good night, Neverland.
Pbthbpbth.
-R.
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