Stream of Thoughts Post

Okay, I have a question. Have you ever thought about what you think about? That's a bizarre sentence, or question, but I wanted to ask it still. Have you ever thought about what you think about. Like, traced your thought process. How you get from point A to point B. It's kinda like that word game thing. Let me look up what it is called... Okay, it's called "Doublets," according to thinks.com. It's where you change one word to another word, by making new words. Like, changing "Mom" to "Dad." You make "Mom" to "Dad" by changing one letter in each word. I know I'm doing a not so great job at explaining this. But, it would look like this...

MOM
MOD
MAD
DAD

See how you make new words by changing one letter, until you get to the other word. This is like the way I think. You start with one thought, which leads to another, and continues on. I love having a conversation with someone, and then tracing the conversation back to see where it all began. I would like to write a blog like this. Start with one thought and see where it takes me. I am going to try this now. One sentence at a time, seeing where it goes...

I can hear people answering flash cards now.
Math isn't something you should yell out loud.
I like math, but I'm locked out of my geometry right now.
I think it must be because I'm getting a new teacher.
It makes me sad that I'm getting a new teacher.
I miss my algebra teacher.
I still have to send her the Easter present I got her.
Dancing makes it hard to count past 8.
My dance teacher told me to get a business degree yesterday.
I don't know what I want to do, but I don't think I want a business degree.
They are still going at it with those flash cards.
I read an article about a 12-year-old in college.
This makes me feel dumb. Why am I not at college?
That was silly to say.
I like buying books that will make me seem or look smarter.
I bet reading them would actually make me smarter, instead of just looking like I'm smart.
Carrie just pulled on my toes.
It hurt.
Carrie wants to be a vet.
I want to go to a school that people can recognize by name and be impressed by.
I want to go to school on the east coast.
I do not like the west coast.
I'm going to CA this summer.
Maybe I will find that I like the west coast.
Mrs. Miller #2, I just realized that you are from the west coast.
I'm sorry I said I didn't like it.
I just reread what I said about toes.
Carrie pulled the toes on my left foot.
My left foot is a half a size bigger than my right.
Actually, all of my left side is bigger than my right.
What does that mean?
I'm going to have to look that up.
Maybe I should be a doctor.
Pink high heels with a lab coat.
I think I'm trying too hard to sound witty or clever with this blog.
I do that a lot.
Carrie says I'm not funny.
I think she lies.
I just sat up straight.
I bet I would get more work done if I worked sitting up.
I'm drinking coffee right now.
It's giving me a headache.
I think Carrie is wearing two shirts.
I am going to ask her if she is.
She is!
And when I asked her about it, she lied.
It's my shirt.
I think that's why she lied about it.
She doesn't know why she is wearing two shirts.
I'm twirling my hair right now.
The hair on the left side of my head.
So, the curls on the left side are bigger than those on the right.
Thus, proving my point about my left side.
I would really like a subscription to Time magazine for my birthday.
And a trip to NYC.
And a giant Sweet Sixteen party.
But I wouldn't be bratty about the party.
I also want anything from this website: http://www.dogeared.com/
Carrie and Sid are looking at something outside.
Whoa, my tummy just growled.
I'm hungry.
I'm starting to feel guilty about eating meat.
I had a hamburger and chick-fil-a yesterday.
Bad, Katie, bad.
Sasha is hungry too.
Lunch is in 20 minutes.
I haven't done any work this morning.
Bad, Katie, bad.
Why did I use the word tummy up there?
Weird.
The Internet makes me bold.
Again, I'm thinking too much about this.
I'm trying to just write whatever pops into my head.
But I do not want to share some of the things I think about.
I need more secrets.
Things to keep to myself.
I blurt out lots and lots of stuff.
This blog is like blurting out stuff over the Internet.
Neat.
I just glanced down and saw my rain boots.
I love them.
I'm adding another pair of rain boots to the birthday list.
Maybe just shoes in general to the list.
I think I'm a size 7.
Maybe my left foot is bigger than a 7.
Or maybe my right foot is smaller than a 7.
Whatever, a 7 usually fits.
Headache could be caused by hunger, not the caffeine/vanilla syrup in the coffee.
I have a cheese stick in my lunch.
This post is a little bit addictive, I don't want to stop.
Kind of like the cheese sticks.
Brain is slowing down.
I just rubbed my chin.
Like that will help me think.
I have to fly to CA all by myself this summer.
That makes me very, very nervous.
I have to make a connection in Denver.
So hungry right now.
13 minutes until lunch.
Sometimes, when I'm tired, my left eye twitches.
Is the left side of your brain the creative part,or this that the right?
I want to look it up.
11 minutes to lunch.
The ice in my coffee is all melty.
That's gross.
I want to get bangs.
But my family thinks that they will look goofy.
Maybe they are right...
I still want to get bangs though...
10 minutes 'til lunch.
Mustaches are cool.
I just made one with my hair.
I turned on the volume on my computer and music started playing.
There was a movie going on another window and didn't realize it.
This is a long blog.
I like reading blogs, like Meg Cabot's or John Green's.
This must be because I like their books.
7 minutes until lunch.
I bought a Martha Stewart magazine yesterday.
And a book by James Joyce.
Think, Katie , think.
6 minutes until lunch.
I'm going to keep going until lunch time.
I think I'm avoiding other school work by writing this monster of a blog.
Monsters are cool.
Not as cool as robots, but still cool.
I kind of want to be a vegetarian, just so I can buy a shirt.
Is that shallow of me?
They have a carnivore shirt too.
Where is the Omnivore shirt?
That's the one I need.
4 minutes until I lunch.
That's a song.
4 minutes is, I mean.
Oh, now there are 3 minute left until lunch.
I guess I should wrap this up now.
And, now I am done.

Wow. That was kind of neat. I went from flash cards to "4 Minutes." Maybe this would have gone differently if I wasn't so hungry. Comment and tell me what you thought of this. Do you prefer to read about one topic, like shoes or cookies, or just hear about whatever thoughts are running through my head. I think I like both. Okay, that's it for now. I'm going to go eat lunch!

- Katie

P.S. About the birthday stuff. You all have a while to prepare. My birthday isn't until December. :)