New try. That means a list. I'm fond of lists.
1. I'm in love.
That's always an excellent thing to start off with, and what makes it better is, it's true. I wasn't in love a month ago, although I was close. In fact, I haven't been IN love with someone for several years, so this is an extra-pleasant occurrence. I don't mean to get sappy, just, he's wonderful and I feel wonderful and that's rare, although you probably don't know that. I'm savoring the experience.
2. The sun is streaming quite literally into my living room; it has forced its way past the open blinders and is bashing itself across the floor and against the bottom foot of the wall which is I'd say about forty feet away from the sliding door where it entered. That was a difficult sentence. Here: the sun is shining into my living room. Much easier, if not as specific. The point of me saying any of this is that it is also raining at the same time which means a] it's raining which is glorious and b] there must be a rainbow somewhere. The entire sky is creating this feeling that the moment is poised just perfectly for me to do something marvelous. I want to create something in return. I ought to go dance outside; back in a few.
3. I didn't dance. It wasn't a moment for dancing. I just stood on my balcony and breathed in that clean, it-just-rained smell. It's probably one of my favorite scents in the world, and impossible to reproduce as a fragrance, which after consideration is probably for the better. It's an indescribable pleasure to have the door open to let it all in - I didn't realize I felt so cooped up this winter til now.
4. My arms are completely sore from playing groundies two days ago. For those who don't know (or at least for when I'm old and forget everything), groundies is essentially Blind Man's Bluff without a blindfold and with a playground. The point is to not be tagged by It and also to not be caught on the ground which might as well be lava. It's an incredibly fun game and I never get to play it enough. Why are my arms sore and not my legs? My legs are used to standing and walking and sometimes running and leaping. My arms are not used to supporting my entire weight for any width of time. Dangling from the monkey bars trying to be silent for long minutes at a stretch was apparently not one of my better ideas. Completely worth the aches, though! And I got some neat bruises out of it, too.
5. I ramble. You've been warned officially now.
6. Making lists usually makes me think of "my best friend Sam in the Navy." It's practically an honorary title, I use it so often. (Otherwise nobody knows who I'm talking about.) She is one of my main inspirations for becoming a mature and responsible young lady. Not sure she realizes that, actually... Bah, but what do you care? Unless you're Sam, in which case I hope you care very much.
7. There's a lot going through my head right now. Lasagna and hairbrushes and essays on jazz-musicians-slash-thieves and unemployment and priorities and racy pink under armour (ha! caught ya!) and I get so distracted. I need to do laundry.
8. I went to an audition for Pirates of Penzance yesterday. My companion on this venture had never before auditioned vocally, so he was very nervous. He rehearsed "Music of the Night" from Phantom of the Opera all week. I'm quite surprised it never got stuck in my head. (You're welcome.)
We both got callbacks, mainly because literally five other people auditioned. If this production actually goes through, it will be the saddest rendition of Pirates I have ever heard of and we will all be playing multiple parts, which means I will be fulfilling my wildest dream of being a lady pirate although not at all in a way that I would want as it would include being a soprano-singing choir member and I am an alto at best this is quite the run-on sentence.
9. This is all a test run. I'm seeing if I can pick up an audience and keep it. I know, slow going at first, always, but maybe if I'm lucky I'll become an internet meme and for the rest of my life everyone will make fun of the one incredibly stupid move I make. Almost all of my friends partially speak in memes, it's funny but I feel it stupidifies conversation at times and definitely limits what is said, and is that really an expense worth the humor we derive from it? I know quite a few would disagree, but I honestly think it puts a damper on creative thinking and creative vocabulary and that is inarguably detrimental. I'm imagining twenty years from now, a defense lawyer approaches the bench, looks the witness sternly in the eye, leans close, and utters "You mad, bro?" Hilarious, but horrifying.
10. Speaking of which, if you read this - I don't care who you are - leave a comment. A relevant comment, if you please. Critique me, tell me if and where you laughed or smiled or rolled your eyes in disgust and contempt (and why you feel contempt - is it because I'm stupid? Ignorant? [yes they are different] Use improper grammar which is an absolute travesty how can I be allowed to LIVE going around saying such things and oh Heavens she just wrote ANOTHER run-on sentence Heavens to Betsy what is with all the reference to Heaven perhaps because this was written on a Sunday who knows anymore what is this I don't even. Oho, you think you're clever slipping in a meme when you just ranted about how they distill originality; psh what a hypocrite. What was I saying, again? Oh yes.) and if you have anything nice to say, anything at all, I would absolutely love to hear it!
11. The above madness is occasionally how I think. If I thought like that all the time, I'd probably be incapable of speech. I'd just sit there, drooling slightly, and watch the pretty pictures rush through my head.
Or maybe not.
12. Last item. (I'm fond of twelve, and multiples thereof, so I usually try to wrap up on those numbers. Deal.) What I really want to talk about is webcomics. I am a huge, huge, avid, voracious - but not avaricious - fan of all sorts of webcomics. So the tentative plan is to recommend one of my favorites with each weekly post. ... We'll see how weekly these turn out to be. Anyway! My first commendation is Ozy and Millie. It has ended, unfortunately, but it will always always always have top spot in my heart. One fox kid attempts Zen. The other blows stuff up. What's not to love? I was deeply influenced by both when I was younger, and this strip is probably the number one reason I want to create my own someday.
oh man this is so text-heavy. here, have a pretty picture:
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| My sister took this in 2007 and I still like it. |
