We're Not Going Home, Are We?

Lock Count: 2,304


Just got back from Steve's play.

I don't have enough time to really do anything except quickly write in this and then head my ass up to take a shower and have a woman's voice read me to sleep with Sherlock Holmes stories. (Who said eBook's were a waste?)

So this is what it's like to be busy. To be one of those kids; involved, I guess.

Lately I've wanted increase my mental alacrity. Imagine something for me.

Take your mind right now. Your chain of thinking. Now imagine that you could possibly train your brain to think three times faster if not twice as fast. Wouldn't that be just amazing? Can you even grasp the edge you would have in getting what you want done? And I'm sure all it takes is enough training and repetition to make it second nature.

That's horse shit Kid Will, since when was the brain so great?

Try forgetting something you already know.

Besides, think of what you're best at.


Think of it.




Keep thinking.





Keep thinking.






Perfect.

Now, don't those fundamentals to what you do best already seem second nature to you? You don't even have to think about it. It's automatic. It's just the way you've trained yourself--whether it be visionary, muscle memory, or some other aspect that you require to do what you do well. Surely that can be applied to our general thinking!

I've recently watched the major motion picture Sherlock Holmes, and I have to say, that movie has absolutely positutely raviolly in pasta sauce--inspired me. Not just because Robert Downey Jr. is fking hot (homo) but because the idea of his intricate thinking is entirely possible.

Now...perhaps you were wondering what the 'Lock Count' above is for,

No, not really Kid Will. I just accept the fact that you write random unexplainable shit.

But really! I suppose I might as well tell you. Although, chances are, you're going to think it's completely retarded if not a waste of time, effort, and by nature, money.

Well, lately to improve what's going on in my head as stated above, I realized that my thoughts were idle many a time, and...well...

I'm on the road to becoming a brain dead fuckwad.

So I decided to try out a goal: Learn and take note of 100 things a day. So I thought: Fuck yea! That sounds great! The trouble is, on day one I would quickly lose count after about 15. Rendering my goal, a piece of average shit.

Low and behold! God smacks me in the mouth and I realize that I could just buy a Tally Counter! So for 4 weeks I fantasized. I fantasized. And I fantasized. Eventually I decided-- to hell with it!--I woke up early on Tuesday, rushed into Office Depot at their opening hour, and bought one. I could imagine the look on my anxious face as I opened the packaging and tried it out.


"Today, a Tally Counter. Tomorrow, the world."





Now every new discovery I make I add one point, and for every observation to connect the facts, I add two points.

I've turned the entire fucking thinking process into a Small-Scale-Large-Scale game. It's all in my head. But shit if it isn't fun. And boy, is it working. I have the facts to prove it!

• I discovered that the street I always take to Chaparral has a name. It's called POURROY.

• The intersection between Jefferson and Overland has two gas stations across the street from each other (Chevron and 76) both have identical gas prices for competitive compromise.

• There's a sticky piece of gum under Mr. Loza's desk.
  

• The bathrooms have room numbers.
  

• Our school has an overwhelming majority of Vans shoes owners.

• Experienced and elder bikers on the road are equipped with gloves.

• Kid bikers have a tendency for backwards hats, perhaps to keep their front and side visions clear but to be protected from our vicious sun!
  

• That would-be soap bottle next to my sink is actually a large container for eye drops!

• That one girl in my class keeps wearing spaghetti straps, and I think she's been wearing the same black bra for two days in a row--how often do girls change that stuff anyway? HMMM!

• Mr. Kingsberg uses light humor as well as sarcasm to address students he feels are being rude!

And a whole bunch of other irrelevant bullshit in the halls, classrooms, courtyards, and Temecula in general. Nevertheless, I'm beginning to notice things from my everyday that I never would have seen otherwise!

Will Kid! Does your spectrum of ambitious bullshit know no bounds?

No.

No, it doesn't.

Holy shit, I'm tired. I'm going to bed. But not before I cough out some last words for all my fans who would love nothing more but to end me...

Watching is seeing with your eyes.

Observing is seeing with your mind.