(Not coo coo k'choo, that's "Mrs. Robinson, mind you.)
And as random as this Beatles' song is, I'm going to give you a random mumbo-jumbo post.
Starting now:
My brother was Julius Caesar for Halloween, he had a bloody toga. It was pretty cool.
He's eight years old and doesn't really know who Caesar is.
I apparently grind my teeth. And I'm mean in that serious "I will grind though bones" sense, because I ground all the way through part of my retainer.
They say stress makes you grind your teeth. I must be very stressed in my waking hours.
Cell theory has three parts. Can you name them all? I can't, and I have a test over it tomorrow. You probably don't.
Did you know that Walt Whitman's sexuality was sort of up for debate? He may have been gay. He may have been bisexual. I don't think anybody is really sure.
Have you ever worked really, really hard on a paper (Like four hours hard)? Have you ever barfed your soul into an essay? It's like purging yourself of erudition and intellect. You just barf things up, facts, vocabulary, quotes, "Interpretive commentary" (Gag gag). And suddenly, BAM. You've got a five page paper staring you in the face. A five page paper you wrote. It's sort of like giving birth. You're proud and disgusted all at once.
Do you miss summertime yet? Slip n' Slides and sunshine? Do you miss popsicles and gardens yet? I sure do... I miss lazy days a bunch.
But in light of that, I'm also looking forward to that first blisteringly cold and snowy night. Key there being "snowy". I like to watch it snow at night. You get those little flakes just hurtling towards earth in such silent beauty, all illuminated by the streetlight. And then the road gets all white, everything is covered in crystal-pure, fluffy ice. It's cleansing. It's beautiful. And then in the morning you get to bundle up in bright woolen scarves and tromp around in the crunchy, crystalline awesomeness. I like snow.
Do you ever feel like a little kid? So you make some kool aid and wrap up in a kid blanket and color?
Do you? Or do you just wish you could? What makes that unacceptable? Do it. I dare you.
Make a blanket fort and chill out while you watch Toy Story, or something. You're never too old for spiffy things like that.
Have you ever been so confused that your head actually hurt?
Avoid that.
Never talk to a writer about writing.
It can get ugly.
Fast.
When your car is eleven years old, letting it warm up for fifteen minutes is still never enough, because your fingers still somehow freeze to the steering wheel. Even when your heat's on 73, and the heated seat's on 5.
I like waking up.
I also like staying up,
So between the two, I really don't like sleep.
I like being up all the time,
I like watching life happen,
Because there's always something awake.
Have you ever people-watched?
It's funny to look at people when they're bustling by, because they never notice you're looking at them.
They never care.
It's fun, to just watch people.
Would you agree that high-fiving is awesome?
Just one serious thing for you now.
Can you handle it?
After that torrent of stuff, I'll give a minute to catch your breath.
...
Good?
Ok.
Have you ever trusted someone,
However much you shouldn't've trusted them,
And then you realize that you want to just tell them a whole bunch of things,
You just have to tell someone, and they seem to be the listening type,
And then you can't.
You realize that by trusting them, you let yourself want to talk to them,
And then you came to the conclusion that you just couldn't do that?
Trust is obscurely mixed into this, somehow.
But you just realize that you can't tell them,
Either because they don't have the time to listen, or you just can't see them caring.
There are certain things that need to discussed with certain people.
But sometimes you can't.
You just can't.
Oh, one other thing.
Have you ever realized that you were being like, half-used?
Yes, only half. The other half of the encounters were not that way, you weren't being used.
But the other part of the time, you were.
You were being used for information,
And then you just kept talking and talking.
And you may have sort of betrayed someone else?
It sort of sucks to be half-used.
Ok, adieu and goodnight.
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