Stream of Consciousness Requested By My Boyfriend
Why do people let me have caffeine at 1 in the morning? Bad people! So I decided that writing a stream of consciousness when I'm hyper. Seems like a good idea. So here it is. Enjoy!
Prom. Tomorrow. Holy crap. Why am I so old? I want a blanket fort. Those are fun! Can I be five? I miss sandboxes! They make awesome sand pies! No not mud pies, sand pies. Made of wet sand. Like mud pies...but you know...sandier...
Is sand even eatable? Or would it make you sick? I should test this theory! Unless it will like kill me...then not so much. Why do walruses have mustaches when I don't? WHY AREN'T DREAMS REAL? Do you know how sad it is to dream of having a pink sparkly mustache and then waking up without one is?! It's very sad! Yes I'm aware that I'm a girl and if I had a mustache, even a pink one, it would be strange.
Why did the word pickle just pop into my head? Snap crackle pop! Mmmm cereal. That makes me want breakfast.
This is really just me questioning things. But I'm okay with this! As should you be. Questions are fun! What did the dog say to the tree? bark! That cracks me up. I must seem reallllly simple right now. Or am I just so complex that no one can understand what I'm saying except me? Okay not even me.
I can write in my sleep. I once wrote on my socials homework "Autonomy - The power to govern oneself and me and the pineapples went to prom because they told me to." This should have been concerning but in all honesty, I found it hilarious. Why isn't my boyfriend going to prom in a pineapple costume? I need to ask him this!
Pickles...such a fun word. Say it. It's fun. I also once sleep wrote on an essay that "the art of soup cans wouldn't spare his entrance." Careful for that soup can art...it's violent!
I imagine this will be amusing to my bestfriend. She is mentioned in like all my posts. I can't not mention her without it seeming incomplete! I found 15 spoons in my backpack. It was pretty skilled.
Okay I'm done now. I think this is enough for one night.
Prom. Tomorrow. Holy crap. Why am I so old? I want a blanket fort. Those are fun! Can I be five? I miss sandboxes! They make awesome sand pies! No not mud pies, sand pies. Made of wet sand. Like mud pies...but you know...sandier...
Is sand even eatable? Or would it make you sick? I should test this theory! Unless it will like kill me...then not so much. Why do walruses have mustaches when I don't? WHY AREN'T DREAMS REAL? Do you know how sad it is to dream of having a pink sparkly mustache and then waking up without one is?! It's very sad! Yes I'm aware that I'm a girl and if I had a mustache, even a pink one, it would be strange.
Why did the word pickle just pop into my head? Snap crackle pop! Mmmm cereal. That makes me want breakfast.
This is really just me questioning things. But I'm okay with this! As should you be. Questions are fun! What did the dog say to the tree? bark! That cracks me up. I must seem reallllly simple right now. Or am I just so complex that no one can understand what I'm saying except me? Okay not even me.
I can write in my sleep. I once wrote on my socials homework "Autonomy - The power to govern oneself and me and the pineapples went to prom because they told me to." This should have been concerning but in all honesty, I found it hilarious. Why isn't my boyfriend going to prom in a pineapple costume? I need to ask him this!
Pickles...such a fun word. Say it. It's fun. I also once sleep wrote on an essay that "the art of soup cans wouldn't spare his entrance." Careful for that soup can art...it's violent!
I imagine this will be amusing to my bestfriend. She is mentioned in like all my posts. I can't not mention her without it seeming incomplete! I found 15 spoons in my backpack. It was pretty skilled.
Okay I'm done now. I think this is enough for one night.
You're silly. AND YOU DIDN'T MENTION ME IN YOUR LAST ONE ABOUT GRADUATING!
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