Today I sat down and opened up a new blank page in Pages and titled it "My Life Plan". This happened while at a friends house sometime between being told that the shop vacuum next to me was filled with human waste (another story for another day), and being taught the "states song" after shamefully admitting to my American ignorance. (How did I miss learning the "states song"?? I'd like to file a complaint against my elderly -but sweet- History teacher, Mr. Hinkle, for this massive overlooking during such critically formative years of my education.)
My life plan included some ridiculous bits about my impending fame, creative talent, and mastery of multiple stringed instruments. Primary of which is cello. And while the term "mastery" cannot currently be in the same sentence with anything resembling a cello and my name, I have started taking lessons. Coincidentally, the people in the apt. next to ours just informed us they'll be moving out soon. I'm convinced it has little to do with their "sick mother" and everything to do with my awesome bowing skills and consequently forthcoming shriekish cello cries.
While this plan is mostly jokey, I'm realizing the importance of putting thoughts and ideas "out there". Somewhere in the world outside of my brain, where they have the potential to grow legs and become something more than little tadpole ideas floating around in my head. How am I ever supposed to become a famous cellist if I only practice in my mind!! kidding, kind of.
Alright, well I have important things to attend to like restocking toilet paper in the bathroom (in someone else's house!) I was just in and realized much to late there was not a white cotton square left in the whole of that powder room. Not even that last square on the roll that's kind of glued to the cardboard roll but you carefully peel off in desperate times. I won't tell you what I as a house guest did at that time, but I'm a complete disgrace to my family name.
TMI & goodbye.
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