Hey!
Today, I mostly groaned and moaned my way around the house. I have a bit of a fever, and my head feels huge.
I accomplished NOTHING (zero, zilch, nada) today.
The only thing I did was watch my way through half of Season 1 of Buffy, watch Harry Potter 5, moan over my missing Harry Potter 6, and come up with names for imaginary characters.
In fact, I emailed Grace today about a thousand times (twice), because I was so bored.
One of things I did email her about was my obsession with making fluent names (I fancy myself an expert at character names).
In the book The Five People You Meet In Heaven, the main character meets his wife in her personal heaven. Her heaven is a place where she is constantly going to weddings and watching the brides walk down the aisle and the groom seeing them (with that look in their eyes).
I specifically remember thinking that my heaven would be a classroom full of all of the children version of the characters I come up with (and name). It would just be a room full of all of the little beings I had thought up and their little personalities that I had constructed. It takes place in a classroom, because I have always really loved classrooms. For whatever reason, I think that classrooms are really wonderful. Art classrooms, science labs, and English classrooms with Shakespeare collections in the back are just beautiful. There is also no hiding that I love the concept of school. I just like school period.
So, yeah... What's your pretend heaven like?
At the Halloween party last Saturday, Grace was thoroughly disgusted with me for not knowing "White Black Page" by Mumford and Sons. She kept singing along to it, as if, against all rationality, I was going to know the lyrics. Grace kept repeating that I know like every song, and that I must know it. But no.
I sure do now though! That song is brilliant. Completely wonderful. I can't wait until I next see Grace. She's going to be so proud of how quickly I memorize lyrics.
Writing these seriously cheers me up. I began writing this in a particularly angry mood (My moods are very volatile. In fact, I am a very moody person. It's horrible.). It's kind of why my motto is D.F.T.B.A.
-D.F.T.B.A.-
Mina:)
Today, I mostly groaned and moaned my way around the house. I have a bit of a fever, and my head feels huge.
I accomplished NOTHING (zero, zilch, nada) today.
The only thing I did was watch my way through half of Season 1 of Buffy, watch Harry Potter 5, moan over my missing Harry Potter 6, and come up with names for imaginary characters.
In fact, I emailed Grace today about a thousand times (twice), because I was so bored.
One of things I did email her about was my obsession with making fluent names (I fancy myself an expert at character names).
In the book The Five People You Meet In Heaven, the main character meets his wife in her personal heaven. Her heaven is a place where she is constantly going to weddings and watching the brides walk down the aisle and the groom seeing them (with that look in their eyes).
I specifically remember thinking that my heaven would be a classroom full of all of the children version of the characters I come up with (and name). It would just be a room full of all of the little beings I had thought up and their little personalities that I had constructed. It takes place in a classroom, because I have always really loved classrooms. For whatever reason, I think that classrooms are really wonderful. Art classrooms, science labs, and English classrooms with Shakespeare collections in the back are just beautiful. There is also no hiding that I love the concept of school. I just like school period.
So, yeah... What's your pretend heaven like?
At the Halloween party last Saturday, Grace was thoroughly disgusted with me for not knowing "White Black Page" by Mumford and Sons. She kept singing along to it, as if, against all rationality, I was going to know the lyrics. Grace kept repeating that I know like every song, and that I must know it. But no.
I sure do now though! That song is brilliant. Completely wonderful. I can't wait until I next see Grace. She's going to be so proud of how quickly I memorize lyrics.
Writing these seriously cheers me up. I began writing this in a particularly angry mood (My moods are very volatile. In fact, I am a very moody person. It's horrible.). It's kind of why my motto is D.F.T.B.A.
-D.F.T.B.A.-
Mina:)
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