J'apprends de nouvelles choses

• This is a list. This is a list of things. Lots of things. Thingie things, nonthingie things. Things that don't make sense, things that won't make sense, things where it doesn't matter if they make sense or pertain to everyday regular life at all. Why would it? They?
• Like grammar. I am a grammar afficiando, generally. Except for my love of run-on sentences.
• I think I know why my favourite color is purple. That was strange to realise that, today. My favorite color used to change all the time. It's been purple for an eerily long time. 
• When I was little, my auntie bought her two cars according to what my favourite color was at the time.
• I am irresponsibly attached to songs about brown eyes.
• I am listening always for hidden meanings in songs about brown eyes, to see whether they were really written about me. I am self-absorbed. We're all self-absorbed though, so that's okay.
• I don't like poetry in English class.
• I don't like you at all.
• I feel lonely.
• I feel crowded.
• I feel hopeful.
• I feel realistic.
• I want to move to a warmer place, where I can pick flowers and wear sundresses and paint with only blues and purples.
• My favourite type of flower is a tigerlily. My favourite jewel is an amethyst. 
• It troubles me that I don't know whether I am a cat person or a dog person. It feels like this is a fatal character flaw.
• My Kiwanis classes are eerily close. I wish I was more anxious about them.
• There is no fence.
• So many things that people say remind me of musical theater songs. Every third sentence. It's a bit worrisome.
• I don't understand the world's obsession with owl jewellery, but I kind of like it. I like owls. Maybe I am an owl person. 
• That is a lie. 
• Birds are gross.