Happy Friday to all! I’m sitting outside, soaking in the sunshine, and there is a lot for me to observe. All signs point to a stream of consciousness post.
A golf cart just drove past me. A tour group is quickly approaching me. There is an alarmingly large amount of people…and children. So just kidding, that is in fact not a tour group at all. “That makes it into ham,” a young boy sitting on someone’s shoulders just said. I feel like I have sunbeams radiating from my face and fingertips today. Now I see a tour group. The tourguide is walking backwards. So good. Great job.
There are balloon arches in front of the library. How many balloons does one need to float up into the sky? That would be a fun thing to do. Maybe. Unless you floated too high and couldn’t come down. That’s not what I would want. Art Now is next week on Tuesday and Wednesday in the Reilly Room. You should come. I’ll be slaving away this weekend getting all of my stuff ready. I don’t think I have much else to say. My shoes smell really bad. Okay, bye.
Have a great weekend and thanks for reading
Happy Friday everyone. I’m going to be honest, I don’t really know what to talk about today. I’m getting sick so my mind feels tired and foggy like I need to sleep for two days straight. This weird state of mind yields perfectly for another stream of consciousness post.
My nose has been running for the past 3 days straight and I just can’t seem to catch it. Ha. I have also been blowing my nose with toilet paper for the past month or so because I ran out of Kleenex and have no car to go buy some more. I know I said this already, but I am inexplicably tired. I think I’ll stop complaining now.
I just watched some video made in Australia that was a mock “stay in school” PSA. It consisted of four attractive teenagers skipping school for the day and frolicking on the beach only to discover they were in an explosive zone, resulting in three of the four kids getting blown up. It was super weird and I don’t know how to feel about it. Perhaps I’ll nap today. Or drink a lot of coffee. Or both. I wish hitch hiking was safe. I could hitch hike a lot of places and make a lot of new friends. If my mother sees this she’ll freak out because I’ve discussed hitch hiking with her before. I’ve never read any of the Harry Potter books before. Does that make me less of a human? Or should I say muggle? I’m not wearing any socks right now. I wish I was at Starbucks writing this because there is prime people watching there. Instead, I am on the futon in my room. I keep almost accidentally blowing my nose with money because I have some money sitting on my lap and keep thinking its my toilet paper Kleenex. Silly Bekah.
My friends Grant and Hanna and I started filming a video in which we break up with strangers. It was super fun. I’ll definitely blog about it once we’re done. I guess that’s all I have to say today. I hope you enjoyed my word vomit. Stay golden, Pony Boy.
Have a great weekend and thanks for reading
Happy Wednesday everyone! I only got about four hours of sleep last night, so my mind is extra strange today. Due to this strangeness, I think we should play a game where I write whatever the heck randomly pops into my head, and you come along for the ride. Let’s begin!
I, along with my friend Britt, keep thinking today is Thursday. My sweater is extremely staticy. My friend Sam just walked in the door. I’m at Starbucks. I am going to go say hello. I’ll be back shortly.
I’m back. Anyway, back to my sweater: I bought it at Value World, which if you don’t know, is the closest thing to Heaven on earth besides Target. It’s a really large thrift store with all kinds of great finds, and the one on 38th street happens to be the largest Thrift Store in Indianapolis. I just saw a kid from my English class walk by. He was wearing a black pea coat. If he were to ever read this, would that be creepy? Not sure.
I actually left there for a period of about six hours due to meetings and dance team practice. Isn’t that strange how the end of a sentence and a break in a line can either represent moving from one thought to another in one instant, or within several hours. CRAZY STUFF! I am eating some Baked Lays right now, and they are pretty tasty. My mom doesn’t like Baked Lays. She also doesn’t like my fanny packs, as I mention in this video. I have a Napoleon Dynamite pen. It actually talks, but the battery ran out, so it has been silenced. That was one of the dumbest thoughts I’ve had all day. I’m sorry I shared that with you. Actually, it probably wasn’t the dumbest thought. Thinking it was the dumbest thought was my dumbest thought.
Have a great rest of the week and thanks for reading