Here are some observations narrated by my smart phone:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Dear diary,

1. Today I watched a few videos on lynda about design. I learned about “Texture hunting”.

2. Then I went to the gym. I complained to a staff member about the easy listening ballad music playing. Being played consecutively! Okay I like “Take me to Church” by Hozier, but not while I’m on a treadmill! And no, I won’t be wearing ear buds because I don’t want a bulky device attached to my body with noise being drilled into my ear drums, which is harmful for the ears, and harmful as a musician! So they turned off the music entirely. Good. Nothing like working out to my vivid imagination!

3. Then I did some groceries,

4. cleaned a bit,

5. and played music.

6. I talked to my uncle on the phone.

7. Then I had ice cream.

8. Oh I read the news too, I learned a new funny phrase, “purple prose”. Referring to Dellen Millard, the guy accused of killing strangers and even his own father. “… a man with a flair for purple prose and expensive taste in clothes”

What a waste. The money and good looks and IQ all went to his head and ruined his EQ (emotional intelligence). And now he has “jailhouse groupies”? He sincerely believes he is innocent, and he is hoping for some breakthrough to prove him so. The journalist of this article nails it right, “The words are those of someone who is simultaneously manipulative and naive.”

I know this type very well. I went out with a guy who had a similar profile, and he is now sitting in jail.

http://news.nationalpost.com/2015/03/20/letters-from-bosma-accused-dellen-millard-imply-he-believes-he-will-return-to-world-of-fast-cars-and-exotic-adventure/

 

9. Oh, also, I discovered something called Circuit Bending, turning old recycled junk like kid’s toys into cool synths! Someone please buy me / make me this!

 

Do you know where your expensive cashmere sweater comes from? Cashmere goats of course!

It was cashmere harvest time and a friend and I had the privilege of brushing these awesome goats!

The farm did not smell at all! In fact, the goats smell exactly like strong good quality feta cheese. They licked my hands and now my hands smell like feta cheese.

I love this song. I’m glad I heard this song at an impressionable age, (10). Be yourself, and be happy about it, and have a good time, even if it comes across as unusual for bland sheeples, you don’t have to answer to anyone who wants to bring you down with their grouchy attitude.

 
Here are my favourite parts of the lyrics:

 
“I’m never gonna say I’m sorry
I’m a clown for everyone…

…I’m a loser, that is a fact for sure
I’m happy even if you don’t want…

…I’m not normal, I know it, I don’t care…”