Manners - Icona Pop
I’m Yours/Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Straight No Chaser
Redribbon Foxes - A Fine Frenzy
A long time ago, over summer break I went to a space themed day camp. There was a girl there who I really liked. We would sit and play War everyday. Near the end of the camp, we were all supposed to come up with a skit to perform. I don’t remember what it was about, but I remember that I had an insignificant robot part, and she was an alien princess. I remember looking at her while she played her part and it was as if everything else in the room vanished and all I could see was her. She had glitter on her face and an alien outfit, and she was the most beautiful thing in the world.
I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all of those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn’t.
The Perks of Being a Wallflower
I just listened to/watched Krapp’s Last Tape. It’s an old one act play about an old man listening to old tapes (kinda like journal entries) he recorded during his youth. It was quite interesting. Here’s my favorite part:
—upper lake, with the punt, bathed off the bank, then pushed out into the stream and drifted. She lay streched out on the floorboards with her hands under her head and her eyes closed. Sun blazing down, bit of a breeze, water nice and lively. I noticed a scratch on her thigh and asked her how she came by it. Picking gooseberries, she said. I said again I thought it was hopeless and no good going on, and she agreed, without opening her eyes. (Pause.) I asked her to look at me and after a few moments—(pause)—after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare. I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause. Low.) Let me in. (Pause.) We drifted in among the flags and stuck. The way they went down, sighing, before the stem! (Pause.) I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side.
Past midnight. Never knew such silence. The earth might be uninhabited.
Pause.Here I end this reel. Box—(pause)—three, spool—(pause)—five. (Pause. Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn’t want them back.
Krapp motionless staring before him. The tape runs on in silence.