I have no idea what to write about.
I haven’t had a clue these past two weeks.
Things have been a blur. Not because they’ve been so quick, but because they’ve been so slow.
This shit’s a movie.
And that’s neither a bad or good thing.
I’ve found myself in a couple situations where I’m just that.
Maybe the word to describe it is aloof, maybe it’s not.
Wait hold up hold up hold up…
I wrote, memorized, and performed an Original Oratory this week.
That’s what I did.
I finished finding evidence, building out the concept, and writing and memorizing a TEN MINUTE SPEECH.
HOW DOES ONE SIMPLY FORGET A TEN MINUTE SPEECH.
I mean I don’t know, maybe I forgot what I just said.
SHIZ a movie.
I’ve watched a couple those in the past couple of weeks two.
But to get my tangent-loving self back on track, I wrote a speech.
It’s called “An Oratory”, and it’s all about how Being Normal is Underrated.
Because it is. And I’m gonna leave you on a cliffhanger, because if you think that’s in any way slightly interesting, comment or something–I’ll show you the whole script–I don’t want to not do it justice in this 3-minute-read.
The tournament was a lot of fun.
And I did pretty well too.
But aside from that, idk.
I listened to a lot of music.
It feels like music is my escape, my productive, my everything.
Rhythm, feeling, and bounce is something else.
My breaks consist of regular bopping, dancing, and singing.
I love it so much.
So much I just wrapped up recording an audition for a dance show with a couple friends for the Bollywood dance team at school. So much so that I literally spent the past couple of days not just performing at that tournament, but listening to music as well. So much so that I’m listening to Adele right now.
LISTEN TO HER ALBUM IF YOU HAVEN’T IT WAS AWESOME
And it has a lot to do with my family loving music.
There’s too little time to source it all, but let’s do it anyways…
My dad plays music videos on the television all the time.
I am exposed to classical singing ever since a children.
I hear radio for the first time when I am in sixth grade.
I dance too.
I learn piano too.
Aside from the fact that I decided it would be fun to screw around with past and present tense in that two second montage, THERE’S A LOT IN THERE.
I’ve been raised to appreciate music.
And… yeah.
What else.
This was my first crash-less week in a while.
Translation: I didn’t burn out.
Wait, how did I manage to forget that too.
Maybe I just forgot what I said a couple moments ago.
shi a movie.
This blog is starting to feel like one too.
But you know what, I like it.
I like the lengthy learnings.
The forgettings.
And the more lengthy learnings.
And the more forgettings.
And the lengthier learnings too.
Thanks for sticking with me.
I appreciate you.
Working on some routine building this week.
If I forget to tell you about it. next time, remind me.
After all…