Bebop!

If I would describe my life, I would describe it as Aziraphale described Crowley’s music collection – bebop. Ha! You heard it right. My life is bebop, not a very classical definition, is it? What is bebop anyway? Why do I describe my life as thus? Is it mundane? Is it modern? Is it rubbish? Or is it a new-age thing? Do I really know what the word bebop means?

I am very sick today, as in off my rockers sick and yet I woke up early to take the La Salle test… Masochism at its best. I am not a very particular person, from my looks down to my hobbies; I do not exude that aura which calls attention to moi. I am just a normal kid with eccentric qualities but then again being normal means being unique and once again my argument, unique is a euphemism weird and if everyone is unique in his or her own way then my friends we are all freaks. Once I went to a university where I met this very loud and bright individual, I forgot his name but he was quite easy to remember for one, he was hot and second, he was a gay majoring in Communications (Public Speaking). Yeh! My kind of good old fashioned lover boy. Anyway, he was talking to our tour guide and then he heard me ranting about people and their abhorrence for everything weird which was hypocrital since they are weird in their own way. So, when he heard me, he went to me and got my hand and congratulated me, he said and I quote,”I like this girl! Ano number mo?” Hah! I am a gay magnet! Go me!!! Sadly, after that rendezvous, I never got to meet him again…

Back to bebop. What is bebop anyway? Aziraphale knows, Crowley knows, I don’t know. Hahahaha… I am such a weirdo, go me, I am being a human!