Oh my… So I’ve come down sick over the past couple of days. Blah, I feel miserable and exhausted and all I want is to sleep for days. My face feels all full of sheep and and my eyelashes weigh 6 thousand pounds.
What have I been thinking about…
I had my final choir concert of the year last week. It was another one of those moments when I realized that I’m living in the best days of my life and how they’re passing me without me even noticing.
In my English class we discussed middle school, and it just reminded me of 6th grade, or failed to remind me of 6th grade. I truly can remember very little of 6th grade. I went to see a production of various Edgar Allen Poe’s works. I got in trouble with my math teacher for working on my science project during class, which she threw away and my good friend Shane pulled out of the trash can for me. I rode the bus with the senior boys for the first time. I got glasses. But other than those things I can remember much. I can remember almost every other grade of my schooling career besides 2nd grade (which blurs in my mind with 3rd grade) and I’m realizing they time is passing me by.
Heres the thing. I’m not organized, but I like to be organized. I have tons of different journals to record tons of different things because I want to remember as much as possible about these years. Last summer I wrote down every dream I had for months. And it just provides an interesting record for me.
I love reading postsecret every Monday. I have a weird fascination with secrets. So reading all these different secrets I started thinking: what is a secret? How do we define secrets? For myself I would say that a secrets something you are probably ashamed of, something you don’t want people to know about you. It’s something you either tell nobody, or choose carefully who to tell. I don’t know, there’s something weird and fantastic about secrets. A reason why we hide them, but want to know them so badly, and a reason why we any to share them so badly as well.
Thinking about fictional characters that I love so much. Jim Halpert, Shawn Spencer, Colin Singleton, Miles Halter, Ron Weasley, Peeta Mellark, Q, The Doctor. As I was dancing around my room singing the song “One Thing” by One Direction my fabulous brother, Jonathan, asked me “Are you singing to Ron Weasley?” He knows me so well. There is something that I find interesting and attractive about each of those characters. Things I find attractive in guys. And then I think about my favorite female characters: Margo Roth-Spiegelman, Pam Beasly, Jules, Hermoinie Granger, Emma, Rose Tyler, and Alaska Young. They all are part of the things I want to be.
Random fact of the day- several hundred tubes of ashes are going to be released into space from the private space exploration vehicle.
Mission of the day- drink a cup of tea and speak in an English accent.