> Ludvig Van Beethoven - Overture “Egmont”
> Ludvig Van Beethoven - “Spring” Violin Sonata
This is actually a good song, although the beginning is about as climactic as a Florida election. Well, I guess for there to be a climax, you have to start out suckily (my new word). I really miss Royce. I want him to be like “I love you so much, and kiss me, and then we’ll have amazing sex all night long.” But that would never happen. He has a strange penis. I can’t deal with–I’m going to call it “the miniskirt.” That will be my new innuendo from now on. Oh, it’s the climax part of “Egmont.” I want to transcribe what’s in my head, but that would disturb the general audience. Let’s just say it’s one of those amazing finishes that only happen in the realm of pornography. Hm. I must go to sleep. I’ve never actually kissed Royce, which makes the fantasy even more fantastical. I find kissing to be inordinately more intimate than sex, so my fantasies about him don’t really involve sex: been there, done that. Sex is just kind of the next logical step after an amazing kiss. Hmm. I’m tired. Must sleep.
This sonata is keeping me awake though. I used to listen to it every morning for a period in high school (I would wake up to my CD player’s alarm feature). It reminds me of Jon, for some reason. Lame. Jon has some boyfriend, Zeb, or something like that. One of those names one prentends were their birth names. He has such infantile notions about sex. Or maybe I do. However, I have to go with the former–since his IQ score would probably be the difference between mine and a perfect score. Gosh, I’m being bad. Daniela infected me with her unflappable egotism. Oh well. Ah, screw it. I can say I’m the Grand Sultan of the Universe if I want to, it’s my blog. I will now address myself as Grand Sultan. Lol. Well, the Grand Sultan is out of things to say, he will retire to his bed chamber to consult the subconsious cabal inside my head. Hasta.