Electric violins?!?

These are my thoughts for the day.

I guess we are like Steve-O and Olivia, the Next Generation. And yes, Litkid Edition.
I wonder what happened to those two. Last year I never saw the two of them apart. Now they're not on the bus anymore; or if they are, I haven't seen them. I know Steve-O's still around, but he seems depressed. Maybe that's just me, but it's what I think. As for Olivia... I've seen her only once, this very afternoon. She was in a car in the parking lot with a grouchy-looking woman at the wheel. She, too, looked sad.
I know it's none of my business. But you can't help but wonder, eh?

It is said, love others as you love yourself. If you do not love yourself, can you love others? And if you do not love others, can you receive love? In the same way, how can I possibly expect to receive forgiveness if I cannot forgive myself?

Four people on one cello seems excessive. But then, it's art.

No one knows why Dance students have such high status. Why? And why?
I think that's slightly clever.

I think I'm going to draw the Musicians. Maybe then I'll feel better about them.

Danica blew bubbles in my face.

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a quite good Elizabethan playwright named William Shakespeare. Beyond that, I haven't a clue.

No dice, Sherlock.

I saw someone today I know. I don't know who she is or how I know her, but I know that I know her. I just don't know how. It's... strange.

These instances of deja-vu are starting to scare me.

I now think that it is part of my Destiny to create a really bad music video.

Epiphanies itch.

Sometimes I think that the world really is just too big, too much, too huge a thing for anyone to understand and it's unfair to expect anyone to try, but then I remember that without chaos there would be no peace, that a hurricane needs an eye to be stable, that balance itself is a constant state of change. Then I get so confused that I forget all about it.