I have decided to give up sarcasm for lent.It has not been going well.Mostly, it is my kind and lovely friends who try and make me sarcastic.I try. I honestly do. I analyse every sentence before I speak and, just when I think I'm safe, it slips out. Like casual racisim. Or cracker jokes.I do want to stop. I want to be nicer to people, to show them that I do care, I really, really do. Honest.I think it's sad than no one thinks I will be able to do it. It doesn't reflect well.
-You know what?'-What?-My soul is empty.-Please stop being depressive. You know I don't like you being depressive. Monday is your day allocated to depressiveness. Today is Friday. -No, seriously. It's empty.-Just because you feel that you are not good enough for anyone, or should I say, someone, does not mean your soul is empty.-It is. have a look.-A look at what?'-My soul. Here.*Takes the soul and shakes it*-I hear something rattling inside.-Yeah. That's a piece of sweetcorn.-What?-Don't ask. Apart from that, it is empty.-You're right. It is.
I passed my driving test today.I can now escape from this funeral parlour. I can drive around Europe in a camper van, busking and playing chess as I go. I can take a trip to London at any time.No longer do I have to rely on the the transport of others. I will ride where ever the mood takes me, where ever the car takes me. I do not have to be pinned down in one place. I am free! Free as a bird!...If only I could afford a car....Or insurance....Or, for that matter, petrol.
Leisure - re-written (and therefore much, much worse) What is life, but full of work,We have no time to stop and shirk?-No time to read or write or play, Not if education has its way:No time to watch the sky at night,To see the stars emit their light:No time to hold Beauty's hand,And dance with Her throughout the land:No time to see Her mouth turn to a smile,No time to see Her eyes shine for awhile:A poor life this if, full of work,We have no time to stop and shirk.
I came to you with an awkward and embrassing problem.I appreciated the advice you gave.A while later, I found out something, and my awkward and embarassing problem evolved into an awkward and embarassing situation.This was exhasberated by the fact that I am awkward, and get easily ambarassed. Now, I feel even more awkward and embarassed about the whole situation. Then again, I am probably making mountains out of molehills, and worrying too much and thinking too much and just not letting things happen too much.Sorry if this made you feel guilty. It wasn't my aim. Honest.
I have a feeling that I will fail my saxophone exam.I am not good at orals. I can't sing, or listen to a piece of music and determine modulations, cadences, or the chords that it changes to. My scales are...well...pathetic.My piece are better. But then, that's not hard.I can sight-read, but that's only through years of not praticing.On another note, the person next to me is finding this, and by this, I mean this period, dull. It says a lot for my company. Nothing good. And now, back to a familiar theme. Sleep.