The following situation has happened to me on at least four separate occassions today, and it is thoroughly making me suspicious. I’m not sure of what, but definitely suspicious.
Today, I kept saying words or phrases at the exact moment the song I was listening to said them, or someone I happened to be walking next to said them to someone else. For example, I was listening to the Fleet Foxes station on Pandora earlier, and in the middle of a conversation I was holding with my roommate I spoke the phrase “it’s so strange” right as the singer sang those exact words. When that happens, there’s this unexpected blurring of your voice and someone else’s and the moment of frozen confusion and you wonder, did that actually just happen, or did I imagine that? The hell?
Anyway, this keeps happening to me and it’s weirding me out.
In other news, verbing words. Pro or con?
1. CPR
2. remember names
3. sharpen a knife
4. check oil and tires
5. ask for exactly what i want
6. mix a signature drink
7. give a toast
8. select good produce
9. make a little kid laugh
10. crochet
I like starting new blogs. Evidently all the ones I start get neglected or turn out being about something I had no intentions of it ever becoming, or I hate the design. Or they’re difficult, like Wordpress. Or too simple, like Blogger. Or it’s probably just a lazy Wednesday. Whatever the weather, I get blogger wanderlust and am always on the move. I’ve had a Tumblr the longest, so I’m hoping this one sticks around for a while. I’m hoping to do more than reblog other people’s creativity and maybe compose some of my own, but I’m keeping the standards low at first, so low that my motto is “all forward motion counts”…ANY, at all. Building blocks, I’m building something snappy.
Things are looking up.
A spreadsheet plot written out by J.K. Rowling. Her approach to spreadsheet plotting is to divide the columns by chapter number, story timeline, chapter title, main plots and subplots.
Mr. Feeny: Believe in yourselves, dream, try, do good.
Topanga: Don’t you mean do well?
Mr. Feeny: No, I mean do good.
Eric: Well, I guess there’s just one thing left then. Tell us you love us.
_________________________________Topanga: I will never forget you. You were more of a father to me than my own dad.
Shawn: You never gave up on me. Never once. I’m not gonna forget you. You’re the best person I know.
Eric: Well I don’t know what’s gonna happen to me, but I do know that I’m gonna be a good person who cares about people .. and I blame you for that!
_________________________________Cory: You’ll always be with us, as long as we live okay?
Mr. Feeny: I love you all. Class dismissed.
