I Was Bored... I Am Bored, But I Was Too

So today was a day of inaction.  I didn't go for a jog with my friend Drugz, I forget if I already mentioned this but it needs re-mentioning because that is what made me not do anything.  I had planned to do that and only that today, wake up at noon, and go out for some of the afternoon, but I didn't so instead of coming up with something else to do I basically sat at my computer all afternoon.

I did go out for about ten minutes this evening to pick out an awesome tie, which is awesome.  In the upcoming future I will be wearing it at our schools Jazz Night, which I am involved in, obviously (if it isn't obvious you need to get you logic-system (a.k.a. BRAIN) checked out (by a specialist, not a monkey)).  Anyway I'm in both the jazz choir and the junior jazz band.  I am proud of half of that statement.

Anywho, I was still not completing my drama homework, writing a monologue.  My monologue, due tuesday and being performed Wednesday, isn't very far along.  Right now I know that I am going to be british, and i am also going to be dead.  I am going to be giving my eulogy, as a dead person.  My idea is that death presents some form of mental catharsis (I prefer "katharsis" but my spell checker is annoying me) that allows the character (me) to tell people the truth, unlike he did in his real life.  He is going to have been (tense craziness, this is what Doctor Who fans write like all the time)  a very self-centered, untrustworthy, and morally unprincipled person.  My theory is that our character in death is different than in life, as society paralyzes our mind's ability to fully apply morality due to the ever pragmatic outlook of gain and loss. He feels obligated to share the truth even though the people attending the funeral, it my be as some form of "pearly gates meets survivor judgement,"  I haven't quite decided.  So the angle I am planning on coming from when he is talking is that for the first third of the monologue he will be writing a eulogy (the audience won't know that it is the characters), he will ponder phrases commonly said for eulogies and notice the commonality that these are often untrue and are used as a shield for true emotion.  In the next two thirds, the person presenting his actual monologue will be onstage, saying the monologue as if he was mute.  My character will then begin talking about who he really is, almost making a mockery of the person onstage who he knows cares not for him.

And let this be a lesson for the world outside, nothing is more than it seems, I came into this blog post with no ideas besides I was bored and needed something to do.  You know what I ended up with when I finished:  boredom! ha, beat that, I own, you... all? Never mind, I'll leave you all with an odd poem of oddness.  (Yes it is a Garden of Eden thing, but I'm not religious, I just kind of like the idea of the consequences of enjoyment (they should make a video game about that).)

I walked in a forest of many trees,
These many trees bore many fruits.
And many people wandered here,
So many fruits were picked.

Each luscious fruit bore many dreams,
And with each taste a dream was made.
And with each dream a mind was born,
Each mind created the future.
And in this future we eat fruit.