Blogging on Zaynah's Blog (Guest Blogged By Wes)

Blog.

Not gonna lie, pretty surreal writing on someone else's blog. It's like I'm them, except not really. Because I'm not.

I don't have much to say. I'm drinking "India Tea" and listening to Wilco so it's all good, I suppose. I'm done applying to college, almost. I just need to send in my applications.

Today my little sister came up to me and said "wee-wee, you the great friend, I love you so much!" and I laughed and kept vacuuming and gave her a hug at the same time. She's standing next to me dancing around to "Kamera". In the parlance of our times, "win".

Blogs are weird.

I just checked my bank account and I have $181.54 in it. Somewhere in the ethereal mass that is the international banking system is the Money Market my dad put all my money in, which has about ten grand. I think I'm gonna withdraw it all when I turn eighteen and just wander Europe until I die.

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus.

There's this autistic kid in my gym class named Peter. I want to make a documentary about him, because he's truly fascinating. When he opens his mouth, he either quotes some old radio program (which, through exhaustive research, I have discovered is called the Goon Show... Peter Sellers is in it) or he makes puns or rhymes about peoples' names. I'm "Wes the Wedding Dress". He has an obsession with pencils and pens, and he runs around school collecting them and describing them to whomever he wants. He moves erratically, not through some fault in his body, but because he thinks he's acting. He's like a class clown from fourth grade, but that's all he is, and he never stops. And he's eighteen. I'm not saying that to be negative at all, far from it actually. I sort of envy him. He's blissfully unaware of how goofy he is, and he has a hell of a time doing it. It'd be a better world if we all could reasonably let go of inhibitions like that. Or maybe it wouldn't, I'm not sure.

I suppose that's all I have to say for now. Sorry for any typos.

With love,
Wesley Israel Rosen