The Obscure

Son be bitchin', man! I got nuffin to say on this hea.

I got ideas brewing in my head right now, but articulating them seems to be beyond me. Does that ever happen to anyone but me? The only way I can ever write something worth writing is if I outline it first so I have a frame to build on, but I am always far too lazy to do so, so instead I just try to get my brain out in one go, and it never works and always leaves me frustrated.

I started art class today. Apparently the school has gotten far too many complaints or something, so they are bringing back the art classes, but only with one art teacher. It's bad, though, because the only class I could get was this pretty low level drawing and painting course, which is almost like an "intro to art" thing, like I already took. I wanted to take maybe an illustration course, but alas, twas not to be.
It's good, though, because the people in the class don't know a lot about artwork, so my weird cartoon things get admired and it makes me feel very good about myself.
The self-esteem boost is marred a little bit by the fact that it is only inexperience that brings it about, but... I digress.
But where to, my love? To the park?

Ariel, listen to me. The human world, it's a mess.
Life under the sea is better than anything they got up there.

The seaweed is always greener
In somebody else's lake
You dream about going up there
But that is a big mistake
Just look at the world around you
Right here on the ocean floor
Such wonderful things surround you
What more is you lookin' for?

Under the sea, under the sea
Darling it's better down where it's wetter
Take it from me
Up on the shore they work all day
Out in the sun they slave away
While we're devoting full time to floating
Under the sea, ha ha...

Down here all the fish is happy
As after the waves they roll
The fish on the land ain't happy
They sad 'cause they in the bowl!
But fish in the bowl is lucky
They in for a worser fate
One day when the boss get hungry
Guess who goin' be on the plate?
Wo-no!

Under the sea!
Under the sea!
Nobody beat us, fry us and eat us
In frickazee
We what the land folks loves to cook
Under the sea we off the hook
We've got no troubles, life is the bubbles
Under the sea (under the sea)
Under the sea (under the sea)
Since life is sweet here, we got the beat here
Naturally (naturally-ee-ee-ee)
Even the sturgeon and the ray
They get the urge and start to play
We've got the spirit, you've got to hear it
Under the sea

The lute play the flute
The carp play the harp
The plaice play the bass and they soundin' sharp
The bass play the brass
The chub play the tub
The fluke is the duke of soul (yeah)
The ray, he can play the lings on the strings
The trout acting out
The blackfish he sings
The smelt and the sprat
They know where it's at
And oh, that blowfish blow!

Yeah, under the sea
Under the sea
When the sardine begin the beguine
It's music to me (music is to me)
What do they got, a lot of sand?
We've got a hot crustacean band
Each little clam here know how to jam here
Under the sea
Each little slug here cutting a rug here
Under the sea
Each little snail here know how to wail here
That's why it's hotter under the water
Yeah, we in luck here down under the muck here
Under the sea

Someday I want to live under the sea. But until that day comes, I am going to drown myself to death in my tub, daily... Somehow. Y'all have a nice one!