I should be reading a literary work of classic amazingness. But instead I choose to blog and listen to Kurt Schneider's latest ear candy production (now realizing that no one except my twerpy generation will ever realize how many pop songs they just crammed into three minutes...).
Oh Youtube, how I love you so. You're like a vast medium for all art forms great and small; available to all who share in the blessing of WIFI. But the best thing about you? You're free.
And I'm cheap.
So it's like we're made for each other.
Today I watched a bio on the life of CS Lewis, who a dead person I've never met before; and yet a person I care very much about. The biography was informative, accurate (enough), nicely illustrated, punctuated, and dramatized. I like to think I know a good deal about Lewis...but then again, I've never gotten around to reading much of his work. Which pretty much means I hardly know the man at all. The act of writing is pouring little pieces of yourself out, page by page, word by word. Kind of like cereal.
When I was small, I used to eat fruit loops. Now that I am not-so-small, I don't. But there occasionally comes a day when I reflect upon the innocent times in childhood upon which I would openly devour artificially colored rings made of sugar and flour paste. Breakfast is not a necessity in my life. Like any self-respecting night owl, I have a tendency to sleep well past that over exaggerated stage in the human routine. My life is nice that way. Nevertheless, and no matter how nice my life might be, if you are an acquaintance of mine, you've probably heard me go on egg tangents. Maybe you've heard me go on milk tangents too. Milk tangents are the ones that most commonly leave people guessing
"You eat DRY cereal? You don't dunk oreos in milk?? You don't drink cow fluids out of a biodegradable carton???" They ask, shock erupting throughout their features and evident upon their faces.
"Indeed, my fair friends," I reply in refined eloquence "For I find frothy white tastelessness not appetizing in the least." I then nod politely as only a well-cultured Kismint does, raising my glass of water (NOT milk) to my lips in one hand, whilst adjusting my bow tie with the other.
Bow ties are cool.
But fezzes are coolest.
(yus. i skipped "cooler". get over it.)
Also, I was told that fezzes are considered some sort of military garb...? Anyone care to further enlighten me on that? (hint: wiki wiki wiki wiki wiki...)
I do not wear bow ties. However, I have recently acquired a fedora. Pictures of said fedora may one day be present and displayed for your view pleasure.
Ahh! Fashion! I always go for a tacky-outfit-because-as-long-as-I-don't-care-you-probably-shouldn't-either-and-if-you-do-I'm-probably-judging-you-right-now style. Great trademark. Makes you lots of friends...
It's finally chilly out now, so I'm wearing a sweatshirt along with gym shorts as I write this in my cozy cocoon of a bedroom. It really does feel like my cocoon, and the addition of string lights have made it even cozier than before.
Side note:
I'm kind of a sucker for lights. Like really now, lights are the real deal when it comes to Christmas decorating. They're my favorite part of decking the halls. :P
On the related topic as regards afore mentioned Holiday:
Christmas break is happening in a week. I'm still in school, so important stuff like that still counts for me. It'll be nice to have a little time without worrying about workish things due. I've actually enjoyed this school semester quite ththoroughly. I'm a little creeped to know that I'm halfway through the year. I'd rather we slow it down and tell New Years to play is cool for just a little while longer.
---Sure, I'm excited about a mint-condition 2014 just around the bend, but really now, every minute ticking by is a minute from my imminent fate of grown-upness and responsibility. I lack the will to be responsiblityitized. I mean, I can't even trust myself with an entire carton of ice cream, let alone trust myself to adulthood or any such nonsense such as that. That would be unwise, to say the least. I don't want to become an integrated portion of first world social humanity yet. Let me keep my bubble, please.
O humanity! Thou reigneths with the grace of a beached manatee and the majesty of a drowning aaardvark.People are screwy, but hey, ya gotta love 'em anyway. Besides, we made chocolate.
Chocolate is like a rainbow: it's a promise of hope.
*crickets*
...I try, okay??
I started pretending to play my broken guitar. You might have seen it featured in this video that I posted last month. Thanks to that vid, I and my four-stringed, freakishly-wide-necked, I-have-no-idea-what-the-cheeseballs-a-tuned-guitar-is-supposed-to-sound-like instrument were reunited again and this time we seemed to really hit off. *snort* It's not like I even know how to hold it right or something as super far fetched as that. Nonetheless, I immensely enjoy singing with my broken four stringed beauty, and maybe one day I'll give your ears a composition of yours truly serenading with an inanimate object.
And so I give you exhibit A: I'm spending these wintry days of December doing worthwhile, but still slightly pointless flights of flurries and fancy. I still have bills to read, papers to write, problems to solve, and mistakes to make. But I have hot chocolate and mini marsh mellows, novels to nibble, all eight Potter adaptions to marathon on, and a God who loves me more than life itself.
~to all a good night, bright morning, and lovely afternoon~
Kismint
