after a bit of sleep (could be almost eight hours, but I wasn't keeping track of time this weekend), I come out of my room to find the TV on and nobody anywhere in sight... no wonder out electric bills for the past three months have averaged close to three hundred dollars, huh?... after about fifteen minutes of not paying attention to what is on, I find the broken remote (I don't know how it happened, but I picked it up one day and it fell apart... it still works, the back just keeps falling off {and batteries fall out} if it's not picked up ever so carefully... probably got sat on as it often must be recovered from under the couch cushions where Precious usually sits... she tends to break and lose things, but we don't need to make a list just now, do we?)... anyone giggling is just plain rude (and should be flogged with several wet noodles or at least a feather bowa so do I, what with all the deep thoughts and confessions of the last few entries huh?), I figured it might be time to clean out my head (or at least clean out the most recent files that contain stuff that didn't make it into previous entries... not even when I dumped some of what was buzzing around up there)...

a mind is a terrible thing to get lost in...

well, not always terrible... actually, sometimes it's wonderful... in fact, it's almost always wonderful in my mind, but the terrible part comes in when I want to share (which is often) and there's either no one around to share with or there's just not enough time to organize what's in my head for sharing... I mean, who wants to share a series of semi-coherent ramblings about who knows what with scattered details that do as much to confuse as it does to share...

come into my head, if you dare...

ha, like I'm some scary psycho dangerous maniac... I think she wrote this: "it's about music, without which I shrivel into a mere caricature of myself." (I am not sure if she wrote it, but I am sure it reflects my experience in my mind well)... but I don't like to think much about that (cue Harry Chapin... and sigh)...

CORRECTION: she wrote "it's about music, without which I shrivel into a mere caricature of myself." and I love it more today than yesterday (but not as much as tomorrow, aye?)... music, by most elusive friend, my manna in the wolderness, my holy grail, my Dulcenea... as much as I am words, music takes me where words can not go... so anyway, thank you for the words (and music)...

someday I will create another survey (I've answered some), right up there with the other important questions about life that I would ask some all-knowing being (are you there?) if I ever actually found one that might answer (and ultimately a question I rank highly on my get-to-know-you meter) is... do we ever grow out of this?... until I do (create the survey), well, I'll just continue this entry of stuff that fell out of (or slipped into) my head that never made it into an actual entry yet...

and Precious comes out of her room wondering why the TV is off cuz "real version" of The Shining is on (I inform her that the original, with Jack Nicholson, generally considered a classic in strage-film quarters, was created long before she was born and she corrects me with new-age wisdom (based on the premise that everything happening right now is all that matters and if it's not the most important thing ever it must be the end of the world, which is the fundamental basis of most teenage logic, which is quite momentary and changes a lot {I remember, I was a teenager once, though is seems like ancient times sometimes, huh?}... are you following my meandering?) that this Sci-Fi channel version of the once major motion picture was the only one that is Stephen King approved (which does mean a lot, even to me), so there... anyway, it's half over (at least) and I rarely enjoy a movie coming into the middle of it... so anyway, we've been distracted (which will make this entry even longer, huh?... if that inspires your smile, you're as crazy as I am and I love you for that)...

come to think of it, I don't actually think I ever saw this Sci-Fi channel version of the book (and I'll definitely agree that the book, in general with any book or author and most especially when it comes to Stephen King, is much almost always much much better than any film and usually at least much better), so I really cannot judge even if I was judgmental... and too bad I didn't wake up for the beginning cuz then I might be into watching it...

and there's her phone... so now we're sitting here with the TV on in the background (offering visual and auditory input that could possibly be quite attractive to me, since I love Stephen King stories) and additional auditory input from half a conversation (I think she's helping someone with math homework) while she continues to look back at me to see if I am getting into the movie (this is her usual habit, turning to check me out several times each minute whenever something is on the TV, especially when she wants me to watch with her, especially if I stop typing for more than two seconds to think about what I am writing or what is the next thought on my mind or to glance through an entry or to turn internally for some internal housekeeping... it's cute and I personally very much understand the desire to share watching something with someone else {or cuddle, whichever comes first}, but I was getting into the writing mood...

alas, this is precisely what happened yesterday morning as I was diving into the depths that are left inside of me {past two entries were scratching through the surface and at least I did get to recover on bit of one of the places I wanted to go and flowed right into rhyme as I used to which felt really good because it doesn't happen as often as it used to}... roommies woke, turned on the TV, asked for specific help with stuff, and there went what might have been a day of serious catharsis and much writing... and now, here we are, today... it's not that I mind too terribly... I love my roommies {they are family in my mind} and they do keep loneliness from getting dangerous {know what I mean?}, but maybe it is time I either got back to whatever this entry might have become or at least paused to watch some of the film, since the loss of a mind {amongst many odd scattered images and warped thoughts}, is something I know something about something something, personally, even)... wow, that was a parentheses (or series thereof, multi-paragraphed, even), huh?...

well, all parenthetic tangents aside, I shall conclude now with my latest concluding habit of letting you know where I've browsed (since I don't make time to actually write a real browsing entry, but then, neither do you, do you?... dontcha just love the way my teases have a slight bite at times?... well, if you don't, I will not apologize cuz if you still come around and have read this far down this rambling entry, you deserve what you get, huh?... and if you do, I guess you're a friend (or really should be, so so call me now {you oughta know by now that there's no such thing as a real interruption, no matter how much I might appear to complain in my stupid self-pathetic moods that I tend to slide into from time to time}, now!)...

I get the feeling (not just cuz it's come highly recommended by a source I respect) that what we have here is another happy place filled with interesting information and links and positivity and soft fluffies... and what else would we expect to find from a dancing blonde? (the feeling is comfortably fun)...

yeah, ok, so anyway, some of these wanderings below may be repeats (redundancy is another sincere form of flattery, ya know) cuz I found this in my current entries files (which are cluttered with snips and clips and links and lines and paragraphs that fell out of my head (sometimes when I wasn't looking) all of which are the fodder for entries, someday... thing is, I usually don't leave the links in there for long... anyway, this is where I wandered this week... and this is where I wandered this week... and this is where I wandered this week... and this is where I wandered this week... and this is where I wandered this week... and this is where I wandered this week...

now go out and enjoy your day (or night) or else I shall start telling you all about the return of the cabbages... so there!

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