Plethora!

Dear Pita,

Such a fun word!

Don't you love playlists? Rather, songs that explain exactly the way you feel, whether it's at a moment in time, or a certain way of how you look at life, or maybe even just how you look at a person...I realized today that I could easily make a playlist of my life, either with the mood of songs, or the lyrics themselves. It is quite an adventure, I must say. Though I shall leave the songs to be unnamed, all I can say is that it consists of a plethora of many genres of music, everything from classical to rock and back, but no country here folks.

I have also realized an uninteresting fact today. If you close out of Microsoft Word, it asks if you want to save a document. However, Notepad decides not to be as courteous. It's just like, "(slap) Yeah, b1tch, you closed out of the program. It's your own fault." My my Notepad, such a dirty mouth...and it leet speak, no less. Try being like your brother, even though you are easier to use for HTML coding.

I lied, Notepad only doesn't care if you cut what your typed out of the document instead of copy pasta. Yay for fun facts!

Anyways, I went a whole day without my phone (I KNOW!! RIGHT?!?!?!) and it was terrible as heck! Not only was it a Monday, (yes the kind of Monday in which people know that their week is going to be crappy for 7 hours a day and even then it won't get better until the next holiday) but I had a lot of homework due that, frankly, I did finish most of it, but really, I just didn't want to do anything that day, and the turning in of homework proceeds to tell the teacher that you have done work and now want to move on to the next lesson (I could write a run-on sentence? Yes, yes I did). In my case, this is entirely untrue for every and all assignments that I turn in ever since I was in 7th grade. Homework to me is useless, I learn a lot more in a classroom setting when someone is shoving information into my brain, with one finger plugged into my ear so that it doesn't seep out of my head while I'm daydreaming...I do miss Kris terribly...

But teachers try their best, and you can't blame them for that...and they do it for terrible pay..Somebody loves yooooou! Gahyuur!! Ah, excuse me..

Oh yes! We are having a play this week called "Dancing at Lughnasa" (That's Loo-nay-sah, and everyone is Irish! Except for Mr. Alex Lemonier) and it is quite funny/sad/musical/silly/wonderful and you must experience it, Pita. Please come see it Saturday if you can. I think it's like, 5 dollars of course, or is it 8? Who knows, but it is worth it. you will love it, I'm sure.

Ah! I bet you're wondering what I'm doing up so late at night again, eh? Oh? You weren't...yeah, I'm not surprised either. Anyways, I realize, for one thing, that I realize a lot of things that are either really pointless or things that I'm just slow to pick up on. Moving on, I realized that I not only do a lot of thinking at night, but this thinking could go on for an hour or two, and this blog actually helps me keep my thoughts organized and written down so that I don't have to think about it very much. It is quite wonderful! Ah, though I did wake up quite late this morning, but I can assure you I will break this terrible sleeping habit of mine (Sleeping until the last possible second when I have to get up, and then I'm late..) I trust you sleep fine at college, myes? I should hope so. After all, you have a lot less worries and drama than I do, you lucky dog you. I can't wait for the day when my life is virtually care-free, and of course by that I mean it's not like I can't ever care about anything, just no stress...Not even eustress (B@st@rd, trying to make me thinks it's a good thing, but it's still stress! Graaaaagh!) Piano also helps me not think too much about stuff, because I can always play a song that fits my mood instead of thinking about it.

Oho! A breakthrough! I have just tied up all my thoughts with music! How organized and intelligent I feel. Huzzah! I feel like I should have a party or something, though Dad used all of the heavy whipping cream, so I can't make cream puffs..Grrr...Maybe another time, dear sister. Happy College!

Until next time (hopefully not as late),
Monchan