if i wrote my stream of consciousness, i don’t think anyone would understand what i was trying to say so i decided to try it today.
right now, i’m listening to my voice part for sils because our concert is in two weeks and liz, sils’ music director and secret lover of mine (not a secret anymore), is way stressed out and rightfully so. this voice part is so boring and ugly by itself but then when you put it together with five other parts it sounds like a real song which is mind-boggling and weird. music. i just had to press the play button again because the song ended. repetition is the way to go. sometimes, that is.
i’m so full because i just ate my body weight in gummy bears. they’re my weakness but they used to be more so in high school than now. i used to buy the 5 lb bags and take out all the clear ones because the clear ones are vomit-worthy. i would put them in a plastic baggie and give them to mel. she actually likes that disgusting flavor, ew. but now i can’t do that anymore because she is far away from me and goes to the school of my school’s enemy which is tech of the virginia variety.
there’s an empty water bottle on my desk and it’s toppled over so that it looks dead. i don’t know how i feel about that. empty water bottles are so annoying because they can never stand up straight because they’re weak and empty. kind of like people. we can’t stand up straight when we’re empty because that usually means we have no organs, blood, or anything which probably means we wouldn’t be human. maybe like an alien or something. but do aliens have blood? what a thought.
i have to read heart of darkness for one of my classes. it’s only like 77 pages but i still dread reading this literary classic because although i am an english major (officially declared omg, what do i do with myself now), i just am not a fan of intense reading right now. i guess the thought of it scares me more than the actual action. actual action, it sounds funny when you say it out loud.
i just reread what i wrote and i remind myself of holden caulfield. good thing i loved that book. if you don’t know what book i’m talking about, you’re such a phony.
