i heart my grandcat.

right, so. when i was driving somwhere [in nashville, most likely, so it probably figures] there was a car, and the car had a bumpersticker that said:

i heart my grandcat.

firstly, that just made me giggle, because that is just osovery funny sounding. but then i started thinking about it and i got confused because what does that even mean? did the lady's cat have baby cats? does her grandchild have a cat? does her child have a cat that they treat like an actual child? is it someone who has a cat for a grandmother? does the person just call their grandmother "cat"? i dont even know, but any way you go, its weird. and i dont even understand that. people should work on being clear when they talk about things like that. and other things too, i suppose.
and heres another one. well, first of all i decided several things about christmas music. 1) i decided that christmas music is very much like catholic things. catholic people all hear the very same sermon every single week, apparently, and at christmas, every single place you ever even go to is playing all the same music and all the radio stations too. so thats pretty crazy. 2) that i do indeed have a limit about how much christmas music i want to hear. maybe it is different if its the really great versions of all the songs [i really do think that there are standards and classics for these things. not all christmas music is equal, you know. for example, at work there is one version of "white christmas" that they play and its bing crosby singing it, and that is one of the classic ones but they put him singing it over some hideous sounding techno mix or something like that. ket me assure you that the effect is simply unbearable.] right, but i thought i could mostly listen to christmas music for a really long time [during the christmas season, of course,] because its so...great, and classic and it just makes you want to drink hot chocolate and snuggle up or something. but mostly, i was wrong, i guess. after 7 hours in a row of mostly awful christmas music, i am perfectly content to listen to something else for the whole rest of the day.

bother, i had all kinds of things to say when i started writing, and im forgetting them. this is a problem, because i need to remember all the things to write down that i can. [see, i really dont think i can write things when i grow up. i have no plots in my head evereverever, just a whole lot of terrribly interesting people with terribly interesting quirks.] im all kinds of forgetful lately, too. i forget to eat, and sleep, and where i put my keys. and they were lost for a whole 2 days, which gets a smidgin inconvient, let me tell you and i had to hop through my window a whole bunch of times, but then i found them, of course in a spot where i had looked 2934 times already.
oh. i remember what i was saying about christmas music. there is this one song that they played 35 times [because there are only so many of them, you know, so you get a lot of repeats] that said something about how "christmastime is here all over the world" and i couldnt even decide if thats true or not, because what i dont know is whether or not its christmas in places they dont even celebrate christmas. like in africa. the whole continent is probably celebrating kwanza or however you spell it, and consequently, it wouldnt be christmas. but then again, is christmas, or anything really, dependent on whether people believe that it is happening? or maybe that only works with some things--like gravity happens regardless of whether someone thinks it does or doesnt--instead of about everything. who even knows. but the point is, they should be clear about that.

i wishwishwish i was not so completely bumbling and ungracious. and i wish i knew what to say. i never know what to say. wouldnt it be nice if we could keep all the things we like about ourselves [because there are a few things here and there, im sure] and get rid of all the things we dont like [because there are some of those too.] wouldnt it be interesting to see if people kept and got rid of the same things in each other. probably so. and probably it would cause some problems too. i dont know.
we were debating the correct pronunciation of "contemplative" the other day [thanks to mamaT, of course. and hey, we did the first day of that today, and i dont even think it was awful. but i probably talked like crazy fast, but its alright.], and we came to the conclusion that we didnt even know how to say it, and i didnt even have a dictionary, so i couldnt look it up, [which is a quirk of my own, i do like to look things up in a good dictionary, which reminds me, im supposed to be learning one new word everyday, for the sole reason of being a genius at scrabble when i grow up, but i keep forgetting. but i think being a genius at scrabble is a new goal of mine.]
but i should be more contemplative, anyway, is the point of that. and i have been, i think, lately contemplating more, and tonight when i was running errands, i made a very conscious effort to be thinkingthinkingthinking the whole entire time instead of zoning out. and then i remembered that i cant run errands and write things down at the same time, so i was doing a whole lot of talking outloud so i could hopefully remember the most important things, which, alas, i cant. but probably i will remember them in about 2 days at some really awkward point in the day. so im sure i looked very funny too, when i was walking around places. but o well. i didnt even see anyone i know, except for 2 people, and thats practically a record anymore. i havent even had that much time to hang out this semester [and i miss it!], but i hardly even need to because i have just been running into people like crazy everywhere i ever go. and that makes me scared for when i grow up how many people im going to run into all the time. and also, its funny to think of all the people that you know and how many that is, and how many you will know in your whole life. thats probably a whole lot of people. and that makes my head dizzy. [i think i sound like a hippie in this paragraph probably. i am interested in hippie things lately apparently, and with going with the flow and last night at work i got the "flowerchild" award, which was sortof random. but more about this later, probably] but at any rate, i like people [except for when they pretend to be world-destroying aliens, and various things of that sort], and im curious about them and im glad for them, except for sometimes. and im glad i am one mostly. i decided that.

currently playing: ain't nothing like the real thing, baby

Posted 12/5/2005 3:44 PM