old father william

woke up the other morning with this in my head (for whatever reason):

"You are old, Father William," the young man said, "And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head - Do you think, at your age, it is right, is right? Do you think, at your age, it is right?"

4/26

what is the evolutionary reason for the coloration of appaloosas?

i'm not questioning your honor, lord slynt. i'm denying its existence.


mmmmmmmmmm robb stark. mmmmmmmmmm tyrion lannister.


it just occurred to me that that night i punched my old boss i was wearing a hoodie that said "peace" and "love" on the back.


nana says gram's been acting even more and more funny.
"they're all dead," said gram one day, out of nowhere, smiling.
"who?" said nana.
"everyone's dead but me," said gram.



then one day out of nowhere gram said,
"that's not right, her saying that. that lady saying those things, it's not right."
"who?" said nana. "saying what things?"
"well, you should know, maryann!" said gram, sounding fed up and frustrated. "you were there with me for the monologue!" nana still has no clue what she's referring to.



she's also said gram's been seeing and hearing things that aren't there. there's some guy always watching her from her old bedroom. nana has to just make sure she always keeps the door to her bedroom shut and then gram doesn't think about it. i dunno if she stops thinking there's a guy in there or she just forgets that she thought he was there or she just doesn't want to have to look at him. she also thinks people are watching her change and use the bathroom. she thinks they're watching her from her skylight. she's seen sneakers hanging from the ceiling. she's said, pointing to pop-pop, 
"who's that lady?" she's said, when there's no one home but her and nana,
"who are all these people here?" she's said, 
"whose dog is that that's barking?" when there was no dog anywhere. she's shouted out,
"teacher! teacher!" raising her hand.
"does she mean us?" nana said to pop-pop.
"i don't know anymore," said pop-pop. she also supposedly calls out her dead brothers' names, and that's not even talking about any of the things she yells out in her sleep.



the boys seem to be having trouble understanding the concept of "privacy" and when people are supposed to need it or want it. they insist on having "privacy" to take their clothes off in the bathroom/laundry room and then proceed to stroll out of the room naked. one of them has even requested "privacy" just to take off his coat once.



the human brain isn't done developing until age 24.



i get the feeling that song "if i die young" wouldnt be as popular as it is if we weren't in a recession. maybe "S & M" wouldn't be either.



i'd like to take this moment to hereby recognize that i'm continuously blown away by the breathtaking incendiary extraordinary seemingly neverending talent of rihanna.



the boys were walking through franklin mills mall with mom where there was 90% black people and ben kept saying over and over every few minutes, as he pointed at various people, "i think i see barack obama!"

4/17

"if i'd known jim and pam were going to use this as an excuse to abuse a magician...i never would have let them do this."

4/16

this weather is insane. what's it going to be like in july if it's this hot now?

LJ was acting really funny today. he kept wanting to be held and cuddled.

stink bugs

i can't believe how ridicoulous Peter is. he keeps "pet" stink bugs in a little wire bug cage. is that more ridiculous, or the fact that he's afraid of stink bugs when they're not in a cage? if there's ever one in his room at night, he wants me to come and take it out of his room. the last time he did that i just refused to. i showed him how to remove them from his room using a tissue to pick them up so he doesn't have to touch them. that should be good enough. he shouldn't need to come downstairs at night crying because there's "scary" stink bugs in his room. and why are they scary? because those ones aren't his pets?

4/13

"Lizzy can you go get a knife or a chainsaw and cut that stuff for me? Please may you do that?"

like an artist

i keep remembering this one time i was talking to chelsea about tug. i forget what i was saying. maybe i was just telling her about the fact that i used to be so infatuated with him, and then over the years the infatuation and attraction faded away to the point where i just don't think of him like that anymore. i think of him as a really good friend. whatever i was saying to her about him, i just remember her saying (and the look on her face as she said it),

"well have you seen what he looks like?!" hahaha. she finds him not to be attractive at all. not in the least. ...i just think he looks like an artist.

4/4/12

i'm currently feeling blown away by the dramatic transformation of my feelings towards my mother that's happened over the last week or two.

not that i should be feeling blown away by it. this has happened before. i've gone through phases of being overcome with--not hatred, but deep resentment--towards her (practically wanting to stab her in the eyeballs with a fork), followed by phases of being overwhelmed with feelings of love, attachment, affection and sentimentality towards her.

i guess this is how love is.