I've been trying to learn the guitar for a while now. Turns out, it's kinda hard and hurts my fingers. Remember that time I asked for a unicycle for Christmas? Yeah, it's kinda like that. Sure, it "would be cool" to play the guitar or ride a unicycle, but who has that kind of motivation? But seriously, if anyone wants to teach me, I want to learn the guitar. That would be cool.
Sometimes when I have big ideas like learning the guitar or starting a blog, I picture myself getting invited to Oprah because I am so incredibly famous. I guess that's all the glory I need, because I am all talk no follow-through. No, really you should try it. It's like getting the reward without any effort, and Oprah is that cute up close.
Speaking of cute, I was applying for a scholarship the other day when I thought, wow, I can make myself sound pretty pansy-ish. Writing to me is like an excuse to be a pansy. That's why I like it so much. I can really express myself. See, "express myself" = 100 on pansy radar. You know what I mean.
I guess somebody is considered mature when they can appreciate the arts. I consider myself appreciative about the arts, but still giggle inwardly when a poet uses the word "gay" for happy or when an artist paints a bum crack. Ha, I said gay. What do you think the artist is thinking while he's painting a bum crack anyways? Does he use a model?
Nah, I really love art, but Jay knows what I'm talkin about.