Lately things have been fluttering around my head, I’m not talking about literally fluttering. If there was some literal fluttering going around my head I might have to go get myself checked out, but no. I’m talking about on the clock thinking, theres always been something on my mind. Not anything real specific, nothing quite troubling, although things have troubled me. (Have you noticed it’s your worries and troubles you dwell on more than the positive aspect of all of it?… Hmm, I’ve always wondered why that is.)
Boom! that last sentence was an excellent example (Good one D-izzle) Things lately have just conjuclated into my brain. Conjuclated? is that even a word?… Honestly, I kind of like it… I wonder what it could mean. If it’s not already a word, I just made it up. I think I’ll give it the meaning of being confusing and jumbled, followed by just randominity!…Is randominity even a word?.
And so, because these conjuclated thoughts are flowing in through my brain with such exceeding velocity. I feel instead of it keeping it all inside and to myself, I can share it. And yes, I’m thinking exactly what you are, I hope this turns out well. Or else I’ll look like a baboon on a laptop making up words that aren’t in the dictionary and will most likely be forgotten by the next morning. So let us all remain hopeful that this will turn out however you (as the reader) wishes for this to turn out….Just not to hopeful, kay? Good.
Recently (recently, as in a few weeks ago) I watched Toy Story 3. Very good movie! Toy Story was one of my favorite movies when I was younger. Toy Story 2?…. Eh, not so much. But I had to watch TS3 I mean, it was the final chapters of some of my sweetest childhood memories. (Were you even alive when the first one came out?) The first time I watched it, I watched it with a friend, MISTAKE NUMBER ONE. If you break out into uncontrolable seizer looking jerks because you’re sobbing so hard, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Don’t watch (the final chapters) of childhood memories with friends… As much as I loved that movie, I couldn’t help but think from the credits to the end credits that it was going to be over. And I know it seems a bit over dramatic, but hey! this upset me more than when the lovers fell into the deep abyss all because an “indestructible” ship sunk!.
The next week I watched the movie again, only this time with my sister. When the movie ended. I turned to my sister and said, “From this day forward I’m going to treat my toys, stuffed animals, etc. Better!” She replied with a sarcastic good for you and commented on how the movie was good.
The following couple of weeks after watching the movie a second time. My sister came into my room to chill with me. She walked in and said, “Wow, did Frances (the hurricane) hit in here and the rest of the house remained intact?.” She found her way to my bed and sat down. I was busy fiddling with something in my room when all of a sudden she cried out, “Dawnie! what is the meaning of this!” she said as she held up a spotted giraffe stuffed animal. Caught right handed, in the act!. “Uhh, how’d that end up on the floor?” I said as I tried to slide my way out of this not so wrong accusation. “How’d that?- Dawnie! I thought after watching Toy Story you were going to treat your toys better!” “Huh, yes, I suppose I did say that didn’t I?. Well obviously the giraffe jumped off my bed onto the ground!” With such shame in her eyes, that pierced my very soul she said, “I’m very disappointed in you. Toy Story isn’t real! The toys don’t come alive when we’re not looking!”
There was no way to divert the subject any longer. I finally admitted my crime, as she just looked at me while shaking her head…I had done wrongly, I had treated my toys improperly. I was Sid in Toy Story 1. And I was absolutely disgusted with myself. I’ve made many pleads with my toys since then for their forgiveness… And silence has been my only reply, so now for fear of their revenge. I sleep light and with my eyes open.