Nonsense, with footnotes.

So I have pretty much spent the evening running lines for the audition and getting this funny feeling like I’m talking to myself and then I get this even funnier feeling like I should be in a mental institution[1]and then one of my family members walk in and it happens like this.

“Caroline,” Family Member says, eyeing me with wary concern. “Who are you talking to?”

“Nobody,” I reply. Then, looking down at my script, “Mr. Knightley.”

Today, my iPod continued to not show up. I flate Apple. I flate UPS men. I flate Oklahoma! And the fact that my sisters are singing Oh What A Beautiful Morning in the next room. And the fact that my mother only smiles when my sisters are being evil.[2]

I don’t think the footnotes are working right. [3]

What I really flate is this poem[4] I can’t stop writing. This poem about I-think-you-know-or-can-educatedly-guess-who.[5] It’s so bothering me. I keep going back to it when I’m trying to write something else.

And hey, not to be all prying-like. Because I did not mean to see this, but I did. And by this I mean that I glanced over when you were talking about looking for a quote to use in the (stupid) chorus exercise and his name kind of jumped up and assaulted me as it tends to do and it was in a poem title and I was kind of curious/confused. As I tend to be a lot recently. God.[6] I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have mentioned any of this because obviously I should not be looking at the sacred Moleskine anyway. But if this is something you wouldn’t mind explaining to me… gah. Never mind.

Blogging ceases now because I’m starting to feel like Dominic talking with his retainer.[7]

and thank you for your attention, and I’m out of here.
flove,
Caroline

[1] When being Miss Bates, this feeling is particularly strong.
[2] She’s been in a perpetual bad mood recently. I swear. Everything makes her mad. Everything. She’s just constantly talking in this rough, angry, hateful voice and stomping around and going to bed at eight o’clock.
[3] This is a test.
[4] To use the term very loosely.
[5] Because “you-know-who” is always Voldemort.
[6] Jesus fell!
[7] I can’t make sense of what I’m saying.