Sunday Night

That title was an allusion to the poem Sunday Morning, by the way.
Just so you know.
Kitty bought me a boba! I'm so happy. It's like, you know, a beautiful life, man! She came back from teaching her little student and just handed me a large coffee milk tea. It was wonderful.  Unfortunately, it's Sunday night, and I have massive amounts of stuff to do. Actually, what I mean is that I have a concert report to do. And I hate doing those with a fiery passion. But that is the way of the world. You know something else that's truly fantastic? Facebook has changed its layout so that you can add the books you've read to a sidebar and everyone can see and admire how well-read you are. It's lovely. However, I only have eighty-five, cuz that's all I could think of off the top of my head. But then again, I only included the classics, or things that I felt to be of literary merit. So maybe that's ok. Or not, I dunno. I'm really not that cultured, though, or at least as cultured as I'd like to be. I'm still kind of a blob of inanity as far as sophistication goes. Ugh. I wish I were like those people in the olden days who thrived on all the fine arts and could spout off poetry at the slightest provocation and could tell a Parmiagianino from a Bronzino at a glance (and who could actually spell 'Parmiagianino') and who were just really cool badasses overall. It's important to know about the world, you know? I try my best, but I still fear that I'm sadly lacking.
That doesn't stop me from being a momentous snob, though.
I heard from Allie that none of the choir people dislike me. Apparently, they look upon me as a cute little pet and want to get to know me, but they think that I'm rebuffing them and am rude and snooty. Just cuz I'm always texting! That doesn't mean I don't want to talk to them! Well, I mean, I don't, but that's beside the point. If they would actually try to talk to me, they would see that I am a nice, friendly, soul, without a touch of the officiousness they think I've espoused. I only ignored them once! And that was by accident! I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me, and whatnot. Anyway! If they're so dingblasted eager to make my acquaintance, shouldn't they be making an effort? They said they were, but I don't even think so. So I have to surmise that they're misleading Allie so that she won't think they're horrible people (even though they are). But I guess they're trying to dupe everyone, cuz Kitty's would-be beau told me the same thing Allie did, and he was very sincere about it. Da eff, man! This is strange! What if they're actually sincere in their desire to get to know me, and I truly am being standoffish? That would be weeeird. I just... I don't know. WHY AM I SUCH A SOCIALLY AWKWARD PENGUIN UGGGH
Speaking of awkward stuff (ish), my plan for the Writers' Block literary journal has come to fruition past any shadow of a doubt. You see, I wrote a whole bunch of different stuff, with different styles, and submitted it under several different fake names, for publication in the literary journal. Every blessed piece got accepted, and now a good thirty percent of the written work in there is mine. At the officers' meeting (which I only go to under duress, but that's neither here nor there), the teacher began praising one Dagny Taggart's wonderful prolixity and waxing poetic about the literary merit of "his" work. It was interesting that she thought Dagny was a boy, but it was also vastly amusing for me to hear my words being so lauded. I mean, it's me for goodness' sake! I don't even know. But since it seemed to go over so well, I think I'm going to submit some more stuff. Maybe I can get up to forty percent! What do you think?
I love concert reports (even though I really don't) because I can write stuff like this:
For the most part, the audience behaved well during the performance, although there were several problems. For one thing, during our song “I am Not Yours,” one small child took it into his head to start chattering away, and no one saw fit to do anything about it. Thus, some of the quietest moments of the piece were punctuated by the lovely sounds of childish babble. This was not a huge problem, though, since most people did not seem to notice. Also, many of the middle school children did not deem it necessary to behave as well as they perhaps should have ought to, and there was not a little disturbance emanating from their side of the room at regular intervals. One insouciant soul had the temerity to call out to someone on stage, and received a well-deserved lecture as retribution. This was quite satisfactory to everyone in the choir, not to mention several more polite audience members. During Varsity’s performance, too, one brilliant patron of the arts’s phone went off, in flagrant disregard of the many warnings against such an occurrence before the concert. This was nothing short of annoying to everyone else, but fortunately, the incident soon passed. Aside from these minor setbacks, the concert went smoothly, with no unwanted audience participation, and all was well.
And there will be no repercussions. Yay! Ok, but now I really need to finish this report, yes I do. Okay, so I'll be back. Bye!