i was searching for inspiration. and usually when forced to, i look towards music. but then the rain started to fall. and i said to myself, now i can sleep. and i promised myself that i would go to sleep before this time, and i am now going to fall asleep in Psychology with dreams of Frankenstein, and innate fear of going to a surprise birthday party for my uncle. my aunt who just so happens to be one of my very best friends, informed me that my grandmother was going to make deviled eggs just so that i would have something there that i could eat. because you see, unfortunately, my uncle is a strict carnivore, and obviously, that is not conducive to my lifestyle. and i have not yet had the opportunity to tell my grandmother that i am vegan, even though i have been for a month now. and so.....that's my life. really i do not have that much to worry about i guess. except starving. but they should have bread, right? and water? inmate status.
and i know, i know, Meghann, this is so mundane and unimportant. go forth to your resting place. well, my reply to that is: every one's life is mundane unless it means something to you, and if i thought this post was anti-climactic, mon dieu, you must be gauging out your eyes with dull pencils by now. oh, oh, Oedipus. libre me.
here's something to anticipate....my next blog will be exploring the real definition of the word NORMAL. that should strike your fancy, correct? i promise the diction will be much more refined than my midnight absent mindedness. forgive me. adieu, aesthetes.
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