I love how there are so many things that I think to blog about, but as soon as this beautifully landscaped page is before me, I seem to become void of all rational memory. I start remembering things that really couldn't matter less in the scheme of this story of my life, and yet those are the things that sometimes end up coming out of my mind. In an effort to make some impression and add some gorgeous black characters to this white box that is just waiting to contain and release the potential energy of my intelligence, unimportant things seem to push forward and manifest themselves in writing where they are unwanted.

I actually have no idea what I just said :D

A few months ago, I watched an older lady with a very thoughtful look on her face, drumming her fingers slowly as though following the beat of a song in her head. The thought struck me that for once, I would like to have a song stuck in my head so I, too, could drum my fingers in sync to a real rhythm.

One warm day in September, I was taking a somewhat comfortable stroll down the great hall on my way to find nutrition to provide for my body. I looked ahead and saw a break in the moving crowd, like a large rock lodged in a riverbed that merely separates the rushing water and is not affected by it. I, as part of the moving body, would have to move around Cam and (insert night-long break here, while I tried to remember the following name...) Darian who had chosen that particular place to have a deeply romantic moment. As the crowd shoved by, they became the only ones who remained stationary, gazing into each other's eyes and finally kissing, all the while indifferent to the rush around them. It was ridiculously cute.

I have a note in my phone where I jot down reminders of things like this. I like to remember the writing prompts that real life gives me. That particular note has been in my phone for nearly a year. It says "standing in the hall," and all this time, I have remembered that moment whenever I add a new one to the list. Now, it would be nice if the original thing I came here to write about would come back to my now fully-conscious mind...