What I wouldn't give to have a copy of Kyrie Eleison so I could sing it in the shower. That would be so boss, dude.
But the point of this is that nobody I've spoken to knows what a severed elk leg looks like and I'll never get around to writing about half the things I say I'm gonna write about.
As far as the severed elk leg goes, I saw it on the ground in Riley's Canyon last week and I took a picture of it. When I tried to tell a large group of people about it today, nobody knew what in tarnation I was talking about. Here's the picture, for illustrative purposes:
Now for handling the lies! It's not like I mean to mislead anyone. I just make lots of promises I can't keep. Examples: My PSAT score; I didn't write about it until ma petite chou said something that jogged my memory. I once promised a tirade against silverware and all foods except raw fish. Never got around to it. I don't think I really need to, but it might be fun someday. Just a few days ago, I told ya'll that I'd write about my rock epiphany. I'd love to tell the world, but I don't think I'm quite ready. I think that sort of goes back to my "I know how to write!" post. I found what I'm supposed to write about. I know how to write about it. I just think I need to hold it in a little longer. Until the time is right or whatever.
Y'know, I've been thinking loads recently about what my future's going to look like. I want to go to CalTech and get an engineering degree, but I seem to be realizing that even though I'm good at engineering and I like building stuff, my heart may just not be in it. I realized I'm probably going to be just like my uncle. He went to BYU, got an engineering degree, and ended up in the film business. [Note - he's working on some film named Gentleman Broncos. I think he's the gaffer for this one.] That's exactly what's going to happen to me. I'm going to get accepted to CalTech, but I'm going to end up going to BYU for some lame reason and graduate with a degree in chemical engineering (or whatever degree teaches you how to write network protocols). Then I'm going to become a mildly successful comedian or artist or something. Imagine that! RT as an artist! It boggles even my brain. Now, I love doing stand-up, but I don't know if I could do that for a living. I don't think my dreams of rockroll stardom will ever come true either. I used to know this dude who was the bassist in this band called Breaking Point. He really sort of hated it because he had to travel so much and do all the shows and be away from his wife and kids and friends. I love travel loads, but I don't like being away from my friends and family and stuff.
Aurora Borealis comes in view!
Aurora comes in view!
And I ran!
I ran so far away!
I ran all night and day!
Gotta get away...
It's sort of fun to write with music in the background. I better stop now, though, because I bet I'll get carried away if I'm not careful.