A Few Likes
Orange juice tastes good and I obsess easily. For instance, I have listened to Fools in Love by Inara George approximately 40 times in the past 27 hours. That's ok with me. After last week's exams, I have really fallen into a rut as far as school work and motivation goes. Today at the Tate bus stop, I sang "Getting To Know You" at full volume. I imagined I was Debra Kerr in a very large elaborate gown singing to young Siamese children. I've been getting to know a lot of people lately. Some for the first time and some that I thought I'd lost. I'm in a love/hate relationship with facebook. It has reconnected me with childhood friends, and yet...it just makes things too easy. Same goes for AIM. Ever since I was 12 and became quite internet savvy, I've come to depend on instant messaging and email as a substitute for face to face interaction. Maybe this is something to laugh at. For some reason, singing and dancing has become a real routine for me. It's like I have to burn all my excess energy off. Usually my repetoire consists of the 60's compilation (esp. The Age of Aquarius) and random movements that I like to think are interpretive. Most times Kirby will join in. Last nighty we played pool and it was so beautiful. I think I'm going to brush up on my skills and become a pool shark like my mother.