Because I just wanted to.

In honor of James Joyce and Virginia Woolf, the masters of stream-of-consciousness literature, I am going to attempt to write for four minutes using solely stream-of-consciousness writing. Ready, set, go!

Kirk is playing Zelda right now. Zelda looks like Robin Hood. I liked Robin Hood as a child. I always liked the romantic part with Maid Marian and Robin Hood in the forest. I wanted to be Maid Marian. How to you spell her name? I always spell it wrong. Another word I always spell wrong is definitely. I probably spelled it wrong there too. I hear the clock ticking. That makes me think of a Gilmore Girls episode where Kirk (not my Kirk, Kirk on the show) makes a movie where he tries to date this girl and he is sitting there rather awkwardly with the parents and teh clock just keeps on ticking. Tick, tick, tick. I don't like tics. Ticks? Tics? I don't know. I haven't gone camping since I was in highschool. I remember I met up my family after I picked up my prom dress. It was blue with flowers on it. I like flowers. Daisies are my favorite flower. I like daisies because of You've Got Mail, where Meg Ryan says "aren't daisies the happiest flower?" I like Meg Ryan. I have never watched Sleepless in Seattle. I know, i'm not a true girl. I have, however, seen While You Were Sleeping. There is a Mannheim Steamroller song in the soundtrack of that movie. I love them! Growing up I always listened to their Christmas cd. I remember Kim and I, sophomore year, bought both cd's and listened to them a lot.

The end.

p.s. It bothers me that there are typo's in this paragraph, but I feel like if I correct them it would diminish the stream-of-consciousness...feel. Also, I know that my paragraph was not even close to examining the inner mind of the character (aka "me"), but I still thought it'd be fun to try.