I was thinking today about that song in The Wizard of Oz, "If I only had a brain..." Now, part of me wonders why the scarecrow decides he needs a brain rather than a heart, but I can see that one would need to have a little variety, and the tin-man's empty chest is easier to show. Anyway, I was thinking that really, my life would be easier if I didn't have a brain. Really. Lots easier.
I wish I had a place to wear this ridiculously fun black dress I bought once on a whim. There was only one of them and it was in my size, and it was really cheap. How could I resist? Anyway, I haven't had any place to wear it since I bought it, but Jenny's worn it twice and apparently Kim's friend's sister wore it once, too. Oh, to live in my house... But in any case, I guess they've gotten my $12 worth out of it. Randomly, I was thinking about it tonight and so I'm wearing it while I type this. Adam used to tell me he would wear his top hat while he'd do homework, and I always thought he was weird, but I can see how dressing up might give you motivation.
Sometimes my refrigerator makes weird noises, like it thinks it has an ice maker. Only, it doesn't. My refrigerator is having an identity crisis.
Did you know that when you cook fish in the microwave, it sort of sounds like popcorn? Yeah, I didn't either, until yesterday.
Do you think that being smart in a classical sense makes you more likely to be a little neurotic, too? Or more likely to have stupid random thoughts like this, or is it only that you're more aware of the fact that the things you're thinking are stupid?
Today the muscles in my arms are kind of sore. Well, really my pecs, of all things. I can't for the life of me think of what I might have done to make that happen. Some people walk, but apparently I do push-ups in my sleep.
Talking to Adam over the past day has been kind of hard, because we've been having lots of conversations about whether us talking so often is a bad thing. The irony of the fact that we've talked often about talking often is not lost on me. I wish that some book would drop out of the sky for me. It would be entitled, "Becky, Listen: Here's What You Have To Do." It would also be relatively short. I'm a little bit tired of reading, lately.
That said, I stole Harry Potter 6 while I was home over the weekend, and I have showed remarkable restraint so far in not picking it up to read it. Because I'm sure that when I do, I will want to finish it as quickly as possible. I think I'll take it with me this weekend, only it might make me antisocial. Plus, I'll really have some other books I'll need to be reading. Ah, well.
I got a paper back today. It was better than the last paper I got back, but still not as good as one might hope for papers. Okay, I'm only happy with papers if I get straight-up As on them. We'll see what happens with the next one I get back, I suppose. But anyway, it drives me crazy when professors who set strict requirements on length criticize your paper most for the things it doesn't discuss. Well. The paper's already too long, and you haven't pointed out any place where I can take things out, so where precisely do you propose I add in this other elements? Either let me go on for as long as I want, or don't expect me to include everything.
That's enough. Better get a jump on next week's homework if I want to not kill myself next Sunday.