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seeking hobby/help

i recently began videotaping our cat. i didnt really mean to but he is entering adolescence and i thought it proudly parental to undertake a project that would capture his newly spiteful yet dejected disposition. as it is i hardly see him, when not prowling the neighborhood he lounges haughtily across the street pausing only to take his suppers in our garage. a few days ago i caught him aloofly nibbling his fare. pressing record just seemed so natural and although he is minimally experienced with cell phone cameras i swear he lit up like a *someone*. he dined and scratched a chair and leaped joyously under a rug with a delicacy id forgotten he possessed. he seemed born for the movies, like it was all he'd ever loved! i didnt think taping him was odd until today i looked down and realized i was capturing him bathe. luckily he exited the frame and the segment concluded tastefully. 

ive been in this bed for days

i know because cracker crumbs glasses water gallons candy wrappers books dvds toilet paper my toy wolf a liter of soda a tylenol packet a tube of chapstick and one chipped coffee mug litter its surface and prevent me from leaving.

ACADEMIA

sometimes in the presence of those more educated than i i develop reservations regarding my intelligence. i say belgium when i know its mexico and wink stupidly to suggest o hell what does it matter? sometimes it goes well, sometimes it does not. i find this tendency unfortunate because i do not think i am any less endowed in brain substance or literary skills than the next kindly scholar but sometimes i feel that with no degree i have no grounds. i carry no titles, just books. i do not think im genius, but i have good ideas sometimes. it is unfortunate because despite my never having willfully entered it i love academia and think kindly towards those who aspire for such learning. i love that academia does not judge, takes all who seek it, does not care what clothes one wears and strives only to educate and enhance the minds of those who will work for it. sometimes i walk around campuses and sit on benches contemplating things with a freud like demeanor. i muse "this could be mine." then i remember its not, at least not today, and kindly go on my way until the next time the origin of chocolate comes up in conversation while in the presence of those more educated than i and i develop reservations regarding my intelligence. 

i am losing my vision!

despite excessive carrot consumption and the slight age of 24.

on creating for ones self

clean! pure! deep! yet there is the faintest hope that one day all your notebooks are discovered and quoted to be genius.

on seeing a moon full

impressive but mildly disappointing. i expect something to happen, for some key to click, and it never really does.