Whatever moments (non-fiction, maybe?)

*just as a warning, I jump topics, randomly, when ever I start a new paragraph, its probably a whole nother thought.*
There's something to be said for teachers. Constantly working, totally free-willed and still compelled to help hundreds of snotty kids, some intellects, and some disrespectful tyrants. I don't think I could do it. I lack the tact it takes to give a brat a bad grade and stay open for improvements.
I wonder why it takes so long to get up after a long day, but after a long night, you fall asleep like that!
Ever looked through the old box in the back of your closet? That box says a lot about a person. I peeked at mine the other day. First of all, its the empty(or not so empty) box my sewing machine came in. It has unfinished knitting projects in it, on top of an old folder with all my poems frim fifth grade. One abandoned tennis shoe. A few broken cd cases. It probably had a few hair scrunchies scattered throughout, much like everything else in my room. (until I need one, then they hide.)
I wonder if the favor blue raspberry is in the dictionary. ... ... ... hmm nope, but apparently Blue Beard was a man who successfully married and murdered several women, and turned into a villain of many fairy tales. heh. Who knew.
I wonder how others view me. Am I a shy lamb or boisterous bitch? Somewhere in between? According to my horoscope, I can be very outspoken, but that's because I have an opinion on everything, and want to tell everyone I know. The thing is, in my life, I see myself only really blabbing to a few people. Not everyone. Lots of wondering going on tonight.
Did you know that "El Capitan" (said "el cap-ee-tan") isn't just a name you throw at a bossy person. Its a mountain in the Sierra Nevada range. Its over 3300 feet tall.
I just had a really descriptive scene pop into my head. It's describing a shrine ...
Candles lit the corners on the large table in the front of the church. Sixty foot tall Mary and Jesus reining their glass-coloured light on all the pews. Dust rose from any movements towards the enigmatic shrine. Close enough to see the horrible detail, disturbing thoughts conjure. An innocent virgin body, draped over the table, ensanguined in her Sunday's best. Victim of some gruesome plot, or tale of love and despair?
Hmm, that definitely put a damper on the whole random thought-skipping thing I was on.
Well, to get off the depressing subject, I just learned the other day that stands for Loyal Order of Moose. Not that I have anyidea what that is . But hey.
Did you know that H. P. Lovecraft's name is actually Howard Phillips Lovecraft. I didn't. But its in the dictionary. Under "Lovecraft".
Oh no, I feel a song, no stop, no singing... *oh I cant help it you know that* no wait...
In-terjections! Show excitement! And emotion! Its usually set apart from a sentence by an exclamation point, or by a comma when the feelings not as strong...!
Hey, man! I love the old School House Rock videos. Don't knock em!
its been fun but, I need to go tend to my procuress obligations.
Just kidding. Goodnight.