This post is going to be an absurd fusion of ideas I've had over the past week. I am ultimately declaring my state of lethargy and will proceed by only half-writing a post. Hope you can follow (that wasn't an insult; I'll be surprised if I can make sense of this nonsense whilst reading it back).
I've recently spoken to my roommate and Best Friend Rachel about certain "isms" I practice. A prime exemplification of this deals with how I speak. People know me to speak in odd terms, usually ones that make little sense to those unaccustomed to ancient Sanskrit (also another thing I joke about). Allow me to list a few (though this might be a bit difficult to explain internal reactions to an outside crowd of physical humans).
1. If something funny happens, I usually tell Rachel. Upon disclosing this information to said friend, I tell her that I was "laughing on the inside." This sort of laugh is not hysterical in nature. It is more of an internal smirk, a partial "guffaw" and a mild snort, if you will.
2. I've recently developed the habit of using the number "zero." For instance, "I've done zero homework tonight." Or, "I know zero about nut muffins." Or, "There are zero reasons why I want to scale dangerous cliffs today-but only today."
3. I compare people to animals. Whether it be their personality, their unfortunate disposition, or even the angle at which their lips drip downward into an unsharpened jawline. Or, if you consider Elmo to be an animal, Rachel recently deemed a friend of mine she had yet to meet as one who, in her mind, looked like Elmo. What does that mean? Only my gluten-intolerant gut can tell.
4. The double-click, mouth mating call. What on Mars is that, you ask? I wish I could properly answer this question. I can't even recall when I began making this dolphin-esque noise. Regardless, it remains within a strict pattern of "eyebrow-raise, click, click, pop." I do this when motioning for someone's attention, while showing someone where to look, or simply as a reaction of approval or potent confusion. Upon hearing this noise escape my esophagus, people tend to snap their necks back in my direction. I've used it while speaking to friends, strangers, and teachers and have grown dangerously accustomed to using this as an appropriate manner of expression. Oh, God.
Anyways, I am currently in a three-quarter haze that won't allow me to recall more of these golden "isms," though I do pledge to introduce more to my overwhelmingly large audience in weeks to come. Wait a minute...what audience?
Onto something else...just one absurd oddity from the acting class I am currently taking for random funsies. So...my teacher is enthusiastic. He is unabashedly flamboyant though claims to have a "wife." He requires us to "warm up" for class with a series of squat-breathing-wide legs-arms jolt motions that induced many "pffftssssss" for the first all of classes. He warns us not to "adjust our costumes" or "touch our butts" upon completing our regular breathing exercises. This man is just plain weird. And so, as unexpectedly expected, one day, he had us jumping. After intentionally taking out a few ceiling tiles with the help of a basketball and baseball star in our class, the prof. told the class to start jumping. The idea was to "reach our objective," something we had learned about in a required reading...for acting class. Anyways, we began jumping. We kept jumping. He told us not to stop jumping. About three sweats in, I looked around the room. I suddenly triple-taked upon watching a certain classmate. This girl sported thickly-lain makeup, reflective sunglasses paired with a mushroom-like bun atop her head, and a tight tennis skort on her bum. Instead of jumping like a human creature, this girl was holding her skort down with one hand, flailing her useless limbs around, and jumping all of one foot in the air. She jolted her hands up, down, backward-diagonally, and even straight out in front of her in a whiplash action. Bones? Joints? What are those? Flail. She looked like a boneless squid or one of those sticky octopi toys I used to slap against my parents' bedroom walls. I immediately broke out into laughter and doubled over. This was easily one of the most ridiculous things I had seen in a long while. Girl was jerking her eyeballs around as she flung her phalanges outward and double-bounced her bum like she was tripping on an electric jump-rope. At this moment, I knew this was worthy of a blog post.
As I am dozing off into oblivion, I choose to end this post now. Hopefully I will finish documenting my recent incidents, always imbecilic in nature, as I wake up, roll over, and drool on my sorry excuse for a creative writing textbook. And with that run-on sentence, I am off.
Out.
I've recently spoken to my roommate and Best Friend Rachel about certain "isms" I practice. A prime exemplification of this deals with how I speak. People know me to speak in odd terms, usually ones that make little sense to those unaccustomed to ancient Sanskrit (also another thing I joke about). Allow me to list a few (though this might be a bit difficult to explain internal reactions to an outside crowd of physical humans).
1. If something funny happens, I usually tell Rachel. Upon disclosing this information to said friend, I tell her that I was "laughing on the inside." This sort of laugh is not hysterical in nature. It is more of an internal smirk, a partial "guffaw" and a mild snort, if you will.
2. I've recently developed the habit of using the number "zero." For instance, "I've done zero homework tonight." Or, "I know zero about nut muffins." Or, "There are zero reasons why I want to scale dangerous cliffs today-but only today."
3. I compare people to animals. Whether it be their personality, their unfortunate disposition, or even the angle at which their lips drip downward into an unsharpened jawline. Or, if you consider Elmo to be an animal, Rachel recently deemed a friend of mine she had yet to meet as one who, in her mind, looked like Elmo. What does that mean? Only my gluten-intolerant gut can tell.
4. The double-click, mouth mating call. What on Mars is that, you ask? I wish I could properly answer this question. I can't even recall when I began making this dolphin-esque noise. Regardless, it remains within a strict pattern of "eyebrow-raise, click, click, pop." I do this when motioning for someone's attention, while showing someone where to look, or simply as a reaction of approval or potent confusion. Upon hearing this noise escape my esophagus, people tend to snap their necks back in my direction. I've used it while speaking to friends, strangers, and teachers and have grown dangerously accustomed to using this as an appropriate manner of expression. Oh, God.
Anyways, I am currently in a three-quarter haze that won't allow me to recall more of these golden "isms," though I do pledge to introduce more to my overwhelmingly large audience in weeks to come. Wait a minute...what audience?
Onto something else...just one absurd oddity from the acting class I am currently taking for random funsies. So...my teacher is enthusiastic. He is unabashedly flamboyant though claims to have a "wife." He requires us to "warm up" for class with a series of squat-breathing-wide legs-arms jolt motions that induced many "pffftssssss" for the first all of classes. He warns us not to "adjust our costumes" or "touch our butts" upon completing our regular breathing exercises. This man is just plain weird. And so, as unexpectedly expected, one day, he had us jumping. After intentionally taking out a few ceiling tiles with the help of a basketball and baseball star in our class, the prof. told the class to start jumping. The idea was to "reach our objective," something we had learned about in a required reading...for acting class. Anyways, we began jumping. We kept jumping. He told us not to stop jumping. About three sweats in, I looked around the room. I suddenly triple-taked upon watching a certain classmate. This girl sported thickly-lain makeup, reflective sunglasses paired with a mushroom-like bun atop her head, and a tight tennis skort on her bum. Instead of jumping like a human creature, this girl was holding her skort down with one hand, flailing her useless limbs around, and jumping all of one foot in the air. She jolted her hands up, down, backward-diagonally, and even straight out in front of her in a whiplash action. Bones? Joints? What are those? Flail. She looked like a boneless squid or one of those sticky octopi toys I used to slap against my parents' bedroom walls. I immediately broke out into laughter and doubled over. This was easily one of the most ridiculous things I had seen in a long while. Girl was jerking her eyeballs around as she flung her phalanges outward and double-bounced her bum like she was tripping on an electric jump-rope. At this moment, I knew this was worthy of a blog post.
As I am dozing off into oblivion, I choose to end this post now. Hopefully I will finish documenting my recent incidents, always imbecilic in nature, as I wake up, roll over, and drool on my sorry excuse for a creative writing textbook. And with that run-on sentence, I am off.
Out.
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