I Knooooow...

alright, aaaalright....i know. this is the longest period of time that i haven't written in my blog in weeks. i GET it. i'm sorry.

on to the blog...

a wise man once asked me, "Don't you think you're going to look back on your blog in a few years and say, 'THAT was what was in my head?'"

i'm not sure how i should take that, but i'm assuming that he means either A) my blogs are a teensy bit random and weird or B) i think about very unimportant things all day long or C) both. whatever this wise man WAS implying, it should probably be noted that (C) is true. i think about random and unimportant things all day long, but i attribute it to my creative mind, which can't be a bad thing. here are some of the things that you've missed that i've thought about in the last few days--and they're all true for the record...don't judge me:

*i thought i saw a man with a wooden arm whilst on the bus (still not sure if that was true). this led me to thinking about the fact that a wooden arm would be really helpful mainly in carrying those heavy bags full of soup cans and your 12 pack of coca-cola home from the local tesco's. the plastic wouldn't dig into your fingers/forearms, leaving those unattractive and often painful red indentations, how amazing would that be?
*when i was little i used to force myself to lose my footing on our staircase, by sliding my foot off of the edge of our dusty brown carpet on each of the steps (now, i don't have to try, but that's another day) in the hope that i'd crack a bone either in my leg or foot. i think i would like being on crutches. when i was running the other day, i was kind of hoping that i would trip on a crack in the uneven sidewalk and break my tibia or something (is that a leg bone?)
*i always imagine birds attacking me when i run or walk by them. it can be a pigeon, duck, swan, pheasant, anyway you cut it...it makes me laugh. so if you see my walking up hardman street with a little smirk on my face, i'm probably getting a visual; i like imagining it. arms flailing, grunts and screams indicating a struggle, feathers catapulting into the air. although, upon an experience with a pigeon in paris, which involved my head and it's....torso....i'm not sure if i'd actually want it to happen....again.
*when on buses, i think about how cool it would be if we were in a musical and everyone started to get up and do synchronized and choreographed dances. they could use props like those metal poles that are used for stability or maybe even an old woman's mobile grocery bag contraption. there have been many occassions where i consider starting a dance revolution on the 86, 80A, or 75.

so those are just a few recent thoughts. and to address the wise man, i feel okay with them and am about 99% sure that my weirdness isn't a factor of maturity, but it's more personality, which i don't really plan on adapting....i've grown to appreciate and embrace my quirks. i guess this means that whether you've known me for 9 months, 4 years, or 23 years (mom---you little faithful reader), what you see is probably what you're going to get when i'm 24, 28, and even when i hit 46. scary, i know.