my fingertips are sore. it hurts to type. ow ow. i think i'm pressing too hard or something, but i dunno how else to reach that far. maybe i'll ask a violin person. they should have some advice. only i know no one. oh i know...maybe i'll ask my teacher. but i only see him once a week...for half an hour. ouch. this is very interesting. and painful. maybe that just means that every word is precious since they're so hard to come by and i should cherish them deeply. (hehe, sound familiar, g1?)
if the moon were a cheese, it would be smelly. i think i prefer it as a piece of rock. it's prettier like that, in its own cold, barren way, and not so smelly. only i guess nothing really smells in space since it's so cold up there. freezing. frozen cheese. yep, definitely better as a rock. and it glows, too. the light's all hazy and wispy all around it. i bet cheese couldn't do that. i wish we didn't have to go up there and ruin it all. i know, man's exploration and advancement and achievement and all that, yadda yadda yadda. but still. it's such a perfect light hanging in the sky at nighttime. (yes, i know it's not really perfect, i sat thru euro history too.) it seems so untouched. even though it isn't. well, at least it's not a cheese.
you know what part of billy elliot i like? the part where he's auditioning, and at first he's all stiff and rigid, but then he gradually starts to dance and let go, and before you know it, he's wowing the judges or whoever. i wish everyone could do that. just let go like that. and just be whatever they are at the moment. it would be so much more...less...confuusing. but yeah, like i'm the one to talk. i liked that movie. i think. i wanna watch it again.
~G2~