Sometimes I wish all of me could come out at once. I think people have no idea how to handle me now as it is, if I let everything out, they simply wouldn't know what to do with it. At the moment, I'm listening to Dave Brubeck. You can blame my mother for that, and my sister. It's Valentine's Day. For the first time in years I'm wearing pink, just to break the usual black. But right now listening to jazz, I really want to wear all black, and dance around the library like a beatnik. No one my age knows what beatniks are. They can only go as far back as hippies. But man, I'd love to pull out the Beatnik side of me. It rarely comes out, but after the insanity of philosophy papers, it really needs to.
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