The frame in Macy’s window.

Sometimes I write silly things.

There is a decorative frame adorning the window in Macy’s room. This frame is coated with swirling musical staffs and patterns of tiny musical notes that dance about its facade. Surrounding this window is a wall, and three more walls that form Macy’s room. This room is filled with all sorts of marvelous things that clearly inspired the window decoration. An enormous pipe organ covers the wall on the right, bearing a copy of Toccata and Fugue in D minor that has been only partially annotated. A ukulele and a mandolin sit in the leftmost corner, and horns of all sizes and shapes cover the wall to the left. French horns, trombones and trumpets are among the most easily recognizable, but there are far more horns that twist and turn and loop the loop beyond recognition. The wall is a maze of brass piping that resembles a tangled garden of bougainvilleas with giant brass flowers that blossom at the terminal of each instrument. Next to the window and across the room sits a phonograph, which faces this wall and mirrors its floral characteristics. Its bell sprouts forth into a giant golden sunflower, and music can be heard seeping from its outstretched petals. There is  no light in this room save for the sleepy sunlight that trickles in through the window. The sun’s lazy rays dance across the surface of the instruments, causing them to silently sing in the sparkling twilight.

Foolish.

Dear Internet,

I gave my trust with the intention that it be treated as something that was special. Instead it was carelessly thrust into a back pocket, sat on, wrinkled, crumpled, torn, and tossed away  just as thoughtlessly as I had given in out. There are some days when I roll out of bed and I feel as though there is a rock sitting in the pit of my stomach. It rolls around in there all day long, making it difficult to walk or even to stand up straight. Each time this occurs the rock seems heavier than it was the last time. People are capable of changing so drastically overnight; it boggles the mind. I should have seen it coming, though. All of the evidence was so neatly spread out before me. But of course I refused to acknowledge it. It was ugly and it hurt my eyes to look at it so I turned my face in the opposite direction.

Foolish.

Clarity.

Dear Internet,

I’m sick of this stupid funny face thing. It was a bad idea from the outset and I apologize.

So I had a brief moment of awareness today. It was really something. I was downtown, you see. And I was walking along a sidewalk and there were people all around me. They were laughing and talking and there was music playing and there was an ice skating rink. The air was crisp and clear and I could see my breath in a cloud whenever I exhaled but I wasn’t cold. And I looked up and there were Christmas lights strung about the trees in the park and it looked so beautiful. And I looked all around me and for a second everything in the world was beautiful. I felt a lump in my throat and I almost started to cry just standing right there on the sidewalk. Life is so precious and beautiful and wonderful and I almost couldn’t take it.

Then I realized how stupid I was being and how terrible the world is and how much life sucks and I hate it. Goodnight.

Eat your broccoli.

Dear Internet,

What if vegetables were capable of feeling pain? Think of all the disgusting things we do to them. We slice them, dice them, cut them open, stuff other foods inside of them, dip them in boiling water, searing oil and greases, sauté them, grill them, bake them in the oven. And then we mash them up with our teeth and send them to languish down in our icky stuff. It’s cruel, really.

Yikes. Good thing I brought some COMIC RELIEF.

Fishy.

Oops.

Dear Internet,

Guess what, I screwed up again. Aren’t you surprised?

Laugh at me:

Collared shirts are the worst.

Dear Internet,

Why do shirts with collars look better than shirts without them? Please explain this to me. Collars are only extra fabric left around the neck area. If anything, it looks like somebody messed up.

Today’s funny face comes in a set of two. If you play them both in rapid succession it looks like I’m talking. Ha ha.

I fell asleep on the train.

Dear Internet,

Today was one of those days that seemed to stretch on for miles and miles. I fell asleep on the train for the first time ever. Luckily I woke up in time to exit at the correct stop, but the fact that it happened at all was a little embarrassing. It’s not that I’m sleepy, I’m just unusually tired. You know?

Look, I can’t even write worthwhile blog entries anymore. This is really pathetic.

But the silver lining is today’s funny photo! Brace yourselves:

Before I go to sleep.

Dear Internet,

I’m really not trying to be rude but I’ve had a long day and I’m about to go to sleep. So I thought I’d log on really quickly before I passed out and upload today’s funny picture. Lookit:

Sleepyhead.

Dear Internet,

I’m having more and more trouble with keeping awake lately. I nearly fell asleep on the train this afternoon, and I passed out almost instantly once I got home. Hopefully I’ll be able to stay awake long enough to finish writing this essay. And who knows? Maybe I’ll find some energy in this long bout of homework and it will push me to stay awake. Ha ha.

Here’s today’s funny face. Careful not to laugh too hard now, kids.

Dinner project.

Dear Internet,

Today I’m going to eat dinner with a group of friends in Logan Square. It’s all part of a school project, which I’ll write more about later. We will be eating Mexican food, which doesn’t always agree with me. Now don’t get me wrong, I like Mexican food. I just wish that it liked me a little more.

Gross.

Oh yeah, and here’s today’s face.

This one actually creeps me out.