I keep imagining blowing him up with my very own hand-made grenade. It's getting to the point where I feel like it's really happening, but the vision is far from detailed. It's just of in the distance, and BOOM. I don't know why I feel so violent. I blame it on him.
On a much lighter note, the TSYO concert is this Sunday at around 5 pm, I think. I'm the worst concertmaster ever. I should make it clear that no one in their right mind should follow me if they get lost no matter how "good" I seem to be at the easiest music ever. But I don't have to walk up after everyone else sits down, so I won't have to worry about tripping or something weird like that. UGH I hate puns!!!!! I try to ignore them, but it's not hard to notice them.
I imagined it again.
And again. I just want him to disappear.
It'll be interesting to find out the valedictorians/salutatorians of the classes of '08 and '10. Very interesting. One of the class of 2010 told me that "interesting" is "my word" because I say it a lot since I found almost everything interesting.
Things I find interesting: video games, computer programming(although I have no knowledge of it as of now), grenades, any other bombs, nuclear fission and fussion, the fact that I really don't sound like a girl as I make this list, Rubik's Cubes, piano, Chopin, Beethoven, Bach, violins(particularly Strads and other nice violins), celli, factoring, MAO in general, computers, laptops, Zhong1 Guo2, etc.
Things I don't find interesting: golf, football, US History(it was luck all the way in my opinion), etc.
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