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Mellifluous is my favorite word, I think.
I've been listening to music all in the same mellifluous, butter-sounding theme tonight. If that makes sense. I've been reading -TADA!- Tanith Lee today- a "young adult" book called The Silver Metal Lover- goofy name, but the story has a good premise:
Mother, I am in love with a robot.
No. She isn't going to like that.
Mother, I am in love.
Are you, darling?
Oh, yes, mother, yes I am. His hair is auburn, and his eyes are very large. Like amber. And his skin is silver.
Silence.
Mother. I'm in love.
With whom, dear?
His name is Silver.
How metallic.
Yes. It stands for Silver Ionized Locomotive Verisimulated Electronic Robot.
Silence. Silence. Silence.
Mother...
Look at me, I'm quoting for no apparent reason. I think this is one of those instances when your fingers are all itchy to type but you don't have anything to say.
I'm trying to get myself to watch The Wall. Took forever to download, and now it's just sitting there in the computer taking up space. I've seen it before, I love it, blah blah. I'm trying to talk my mom to go with me to see a laser light show of The Wall at the gigantic Omnimax theatre while she's in Portland.
Ugh, I want to go camping. I'm dying to get in the outdoors. I want to sleep outside in the cold air under my thick soft sleeping bag surrounded by people and dogs. I want to go swimming in a big cold lake where the bottom may as well not exist it's so far below your feet. I want to have huge old pine trees to lean against and dusty undersides of ferns to pick at. I want to feel bone-tired and hungry after a long day of hiking, to sit around a picnic table and eat big mouthfuls of food, not feeling guilty in the least.
I don't know what's up with me lately. Somethings going on and I don't know what. Since I don't really know what's going on, I can't find a place to start figuring it all out. Meanwhile I'm supposed to find a job, like, yesterday, and figure out what's going on with PSU, and then going there, going to school, in the fall. I can't really even function a lot of the time. It doesn't feel like depression, I don't think.
Though I know that if I just force myself to get up and get dressed and primp a bit and dive in to a few chores and errands, I feel a lot better, a lot more optimistic. But that just the thing, it's wanting to do that that's the problem.
I know what I'll do! I'll play my autoharp! I miss having a building full of pianos to choose from. But who cares! Music!
Mellifluous is my favorite word, I think.
I've been listening to music all in the same mellifluous, butter-sounding theme tonight. If that makes sense. I've been reading -TADA!- Tanith Lee today- a "young adult" book called The Silver Metal Lover- goofy name, but the story has a good premise:
Mother, I am in love with a robot.
No. She isn't going to like that.
Mother, I am in love.
Are you, darling?
Oh, yes, mother, yes I am. His hair is auburn, and his eyes are very large. Like amber. And his skin is silver.
Silence.
Mother. I'm in love.
With whom, dear?
His name is Silver.
How metallic.
Yes. It stands for Silver Ionized Locomotive Verisimulated Electronic Robot.
Silence. Silence. Silence.
Mother...
Look at me, I'm quoting for no apparent reason. I think this is one of those instances when your fingers are all itchy to type but you don't have anything to say.
I'm trying to get myself to watch The Wall. Took forever to download, and now it's just sitting there in the computer taking up space. I've seen it before, I love it, blah blah. I'm trying to talk my mom to go with me to see a laser light show of The Wall at the gigantic Omnimax theatre while she's in Portland.
Ugh, I want to go camping. I'm dying to get in the outdoors. I want to sleep outside in the cold air under my thick soft sleeping bag surrounded by people and dogs. I want to go swimming in a big cold lake where the bottom may as well not exist it's so far below your feet. I want to have huge old pine trees to lean against and dusty undersides of ferns to pick at. I want to feel bone-tired and hungry after a long day of hiking, to sit around a picnic table and eat big mouthfuls of food, not feeling guilty in the least.
I don't know what's up with me lately. Somethings going on and I don't know what. Since I don't really know what's going on, I can't find a place to start figuring it all out. Meanwhile I'm supposed to find a job, like, yesterday, and figure out what's going on with PSU, and then going there, going to school, in the fall. I can't really even function a lot of the time. It doesn't feel like depression, I don't think.
Though I know that if I just force myself to get up and get dressed and primp a bit and dive in to a few chores and errands, I feel a lot better, a lot more optimistic. But that just the thing, it's wanting to do that that's the problem.
I know what I'll do! I'll play my autoharp! I miss having a building full of pianos to choose from. But who cares! Music!
