City Lights

Last night, I arrived an hour early to my History of Film class up at the main campus in fear that I would be too high in space to find my class and be the late loser that walks in late like a late-ass highguy. I listened to Building Nothing Out of Something, one of my most favored Modest Mouse albums. I watched the sky bleed orange behind my sepia-toned highguy Lennon glasses as I sat alone on my picnic table, remembering last September when all I could ever think about was Rae. When I was smitten beyond words. When I was gay ass fuck. Just gay for Rae. I don't remember how but all of a sudden, I was walking into one of the big lecture halls and randomly sat myself. I can't remember the professor and I can hardly remember the students. I might have fallen asleep a lot. I opened my eyes and we were watching a Charlie Chaplin movie called City Lights. It was probably one of the best movies I have ever watched in space. I don't remember what the main point of this entry was but... Chaplin reminded me of Rae. The way he moved and the faces he made. Rae reminds me of a silent film, maybe that's what I mean. Fuck, Idk. I just dk. Highguy.