Tuesday

Sitting at the coffee shop, on my laptop. What a cliche am I. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire sitting on the table. Line of people waiting for their coffee and whatever. Listening to Andrew Bird. Talked to Luke last night and he put on "Plasticities" and I watched him drift away into musical stoner bliss. I can't blame him. I feel high whenever I listen to that song. I feel the same way listening to dozens of other songs. I listened to an Animal Collective concert this morning on NPR.org I haven't gone on their music site in a while. Turns out, they have tons of concerts to download through iTunes. What an amazing public service NPR provides for the world.

It's one of the things that "White People" like in that book by that guy. David Sedaris is also on the list. However, he claims it has more to do with socio-economics and class than race. I'm inclined to agree with him.

Summer is approaching, if not already here. The morning air was crisp and cool. I sat on the front porch and drank coffee and read like I used to do at Glen Mary whenever I'd wake up early enough. Luke said life was going well for him. Financially stable, happy, job security, and so on. He commented on how much more myself I am compared to last year. Having a lot to do with the studded arm band I bought from *gasp* Hot Topic which South Park recently made fun of, so it's on everyone's list of things to make fun of. I told him that I just feel like saying fuck you to everyone and just being myself. (again with the cliche). But whatever. Isn't it impossible to be cliche? Isn't impossible not to conform to something? I think people are just a product of their environment and whatever other people around them are doing seems normal to them, so that's what they do. If everyone around you sits around and drinks and smokes, and that's what you do, then you're just conforming to what's around you. Even trying to break out of the mold seems cliche. People putting their hair in dredlocks, shaving their heads, driving SUVs, mowing their lawns a certain way. Even getting married, having kids, and working until retirement is a form of conforming.

I guess what I'm saying is that it's okay to conform as long as your principals are never questioned.

Trying to write more. If there's anyone out there that still reads this blog. Not that I'm writing for anyone but myself, but if you're still reading. Thanks.