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Should I be emo? Is that beneath me? I think it may be. Once in a while, though, you know how people feel things so much they feel like they'll burst? It can be great -- like the ultimate happiness or love or forgiveness, or bad like ultimate anger or hunger or emptiness. Isn't it funny how much we can be consumed by one thought or emotion? Like there aren't a million other things going on or other things we can think about. Anyway, I've found myself in this situation recently and it's odd to think about. And it's fun to be a bit cryptic.
I don't want to start my paper, so I haven't. I may get a wretched grade. I may indeed. Notice that I am online and not working? Yeah.
I simply cannot wait for Steve to play the piano (get it fixed!), Angela to play her flute (get it fixed!) and Nick to join in on the guitar (cut those strings!). I'm willing it to happen. Oh, you guys just don't know how lucky you are and how great it is that you are musically gifted. I've always wished I could have been that way ( I honestly daydream about what it would be like). It was not granted. So I must, I must, live vicariously through you all (as Allison well knows after years of McCleland dark-corner-of-the-living-room concerts). I love hearing people play, but you all are so dumb and get weirded out playing in front of people. You should not feel this way. It brings joy to people's (my) hearts to hear music. Put aside the "I'm just not an exhibitionist" attitide and let your dear friend Maggie listen to you pluck or blow or strum once in a while. When I am on my deathbed, I shall request music from you all, and you had better not deny me then.
My mood tonight is a double entendre. You don't (and won't) know why.
I don't want to start my paper, so I haven't. I may get a wretched grade. I may indeed. Notice that I am online and not working? Yeah.
I simply cannot wait for Steve to play the piano (get it fixed!), Angela to play her flute (get it fixed!) and Nick to join in on the guitar (cut those strings!). I'm willing it to happen. Oh, you guys just don't know how lucky you are and how great it is that you are musically gifted. I've always wished I could have been that way ( I honestly daydream about what it would be like). It was not granted. So I must, I must, live vicariously through you all (as Allison well knows after years of McCleland dark-corner-of-the-living-room concerts). I love hearing people play, but you all are so dumb and get weirded out playing in front of people. You should not feel this way. It brings joy to people's (my) hearts to hear music. Put aside the "I'm just not an exhibitionist" attitide and let your dear friend Maggie listen to you pluck or blow or strum once in a while. When I am on my deathbed, I shall request music from you all, and you had better not deny me then.
My mood tonight is a double entendre. You don't (and won't) know why.