nanslice | (no subject)

So one of the first monologues we analyzed in script writing was about a woman with leukemia who's facing down her death. Of course, I started crying in class, haha. I made it through and afterwards a friend comforted me and I headed over the the art building. I was really tempted to just go home but i didn't want to miss any class.

Because I'm in painting 5, I can wear headphones and do my own thing. So I'm listening to music and this unknown recording comes on.

Now, for some reason, my phone has the habit of just randomly recording the sounds around it. idk why it does this but it does. Normally I just delete because it's not like anything important is being recorded; usually just the sound of me eating or something. But for some reason I decide to go ahead and listen to this one. Probably because I was concentrating pretty hard on the piece I was working on and didn't want to like, press the skip button lmao.

So I'm working and listening to myself eating chips or something out of a bag, when suddenly my dad starts talking. Apparently this recording took place in the living room and he'd come in from the back porch and started talking to my mom. And he sounds happy and whole and I'm sure this was around Christmas time because he complained about it being cold outside.

And I'm just so happy. I was so afraid I'd eventually forget what he sounded like. But I won't. I have this. I have like nine more that I need to listen to of various lengths.

And if I'd just gone home after script writing, I probably wouldn't have heard this for a long while. It's funny how things work out.