Writer Wednesdays: Stream of consciousness

Unedited stream of consciousness writing exercise....starting.....NOW.

Can we just talk about a few things for a sec?

First?

Baz Luhrman - you're my movie idol as of late ( SERIOUSLY!?! Moulin Rouge? Romeo + Juliet? Australia? GREAT GATSBY??)
Leo Dicap - marry me
Hugh Jackman - make out with me
Ron Swanson - bring me a bacon-wrapped steak please

Second?

Shakespeare - who knew Mr. Luhrman could make you so damn sexy?
Les Miserables - Who knew you could make me listen to your soundtrack twice a day, every day and still cry over it?
Parks and Rec - Who knew that such a funny show existed?
Romeo + Juliet - Who knew Shakespeare talk could be so damn sexy?

Third?

This meal - make it today
This meal - make it tomorrow
This meal - make it Friday
This stuff - go buy it right now

Fourth?

Crossfit - I love you for potentially making me have a hott body for the summer
Snapchat - I love you for making me feel adequately teenager again.
and this site - I love you for magically knowing my mood and matching it with music
and this song - I love you for being the most awesome song of the year (possibly because you were on the Great Gatsby trailer, but who knows?



I don't even know. I just know that I am in love with a lot of things right now, and it's making me feel unfaithful and sort of like a polygamist. I don't know if that's a bad thing or not. Maybe I'm pulling a Jerry (name that show). But it's basically (wait, no it is actually) 12:17 in the AM. I am unintentionally intentionally turning of my filter because this is a writing excercise, is it not? Actually, if you want to know the truth, I just started writing all of the things I love and decided to call it my stream of consciousness and call it writer wednesdays. And now, it's 12:20 which means I've been writing nonsense for three whole minutes. Blame it on my 8th grade teacher who made us do this in her class and I really hated her and it was hard for me not to write that I hated her on my assignment.

But really, I did. She accused me of cheating when I didn't. And I'm still pissed about it.

So, do you have a consciousness? do you have a stream? That is, a stream of consciousness you want to share? (It's actually a real live narrative term!) In other words: a professional way of rationalizing rambling.
So go.
do it.
do.
it.