07 august 2025
So the time is now 12:33 AM, August 7, 2025. Having me a dish of ice cream as I type this. I think it's some gooey butter cake flavor, a good second place behind oatmeal cream pie. Yes we have ice cream constantly. Glad to be at an age where I can get away with that.
Anyhow, not a whole lot happened today since we're off work on Wendesdays, and my dad had us postpone tomorrow's workday to Saturday, so we're probably gonna go to the boweling alley tomorrow since my younger brother--like me--just wants something to happen.
Also, I have a penpal, and his letter--or really, small package--arrived today. He--a proud west coast hippie in every way--sent me a copy of Aldous Huxley's "The Doors of Perception", in essence an autobiography of some of his psychedelic experiences.
He had sent me a postcard much earlier trying to tell me "hey, haven't forgotten about you, I'm just stretched thin" and I thought that maybe, since he's 20 or 21, that he's involved in something with his college over the summer. Not the case. He had gone on somewhere around the ballpark of five camping trips including a backpacking trek as well as a grand west coast road trip with his goofy posse.
Evidently he really wants me to join said posse, go to university in California, let him show me around, do some goofy shit, and while I already have set-in-stone plans for the in-state university I'm going to, I'm not ruling out that I could go in the summer after freshman year of college or something. That being said, I'd be...ya know...a poor college student and a flight to Santa Cruz wouldn't exactly be high on the list of priorities but I suppose it isn't impossible.
It's funny--I had always thought he was just some chill guy in university who went to parties and had drugs every so often, but this dude's full hippie. Obviously nothing against him, it just wasn't what I expected.
I could see myself consuming alcohol in my future (family tradition to enjoy a good drink) but I don't see psychedelics. It just seems life-shifting in a way that doesn't seem beneficial to me.
And again, nothing against the guy, I'd kill to meet the bastard! He even sent me a rough first chapter of some planned narrative memoir or autobiography of that big road trip. But you can't blame me for thinking it's a bit much.
Now he makes a good point. I wrote him earlier about how I really need to get out of this place in nothingtown and go somewhere where I have power and decision of my own. Me wrote me saying that I should do it the first chance I get. "Here's to a fucking awesome future" he writes.
I needed that.
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Heya! Now it's 12:49 PM, same date and all.
I now realize that the aforementioned west coast hippie is probably rading this right now!!
Hi Andre!!!! Please take no offense!! Lol
Anyway we haven't gone to the bowling alley yet, they open at four so I might as well bum around while I still can.
That's all.