I feel different. I feel like not being myself tonight. I want to know how it feels like to become something else. So just for the heck of it—not because I feel low, depressed or any of that crap, I thought of things that I would want to become.
If I were a scent, I would be the smell of Coppertone. Then I would remind people of summer. Summer is always good. Summer is happiness.
If I were a sound, I would be the sound of Sublime (a band that plays good music) or the sound of a bunch of cicadas breaking the silence of the night.
If I were a book, I would be “Memoirs of a Geisha.” If you’ve read it, you’ll understand. The main character, Sayuri is full of wisdom. Her beautiful thoughts will keep you hooked. Her mind speaks of truths that are not usually thought of.
If I were a Month, I pick April. Nothing matters in April. Freedom from school is the freedom I treasure.
If I were a drink, I would be beer. Heavy drinkers and not-really drinkers always agree on beer.
If I were a kind of hair, I would be a curly blonde. Curls are funky. I don’t know what it is with blonde, but blonde is fun to look at.
If I were an instrument, I’d be cello or trumpet. I like how musicians hold the cello, and the sound of a trumpet is a happy sound.
If I were a sky, I would be the night sky. Nothing beats the tinge of mystery felt as one looks at the moon and stars. Nothing makes you think like the night sky.
If I were an emotion, I would be anger. I don’t know if you noticed, but when you convert anger into music, it sounds hell good.
If I were not myself, I would be a lot of interesting things.