For someone who’s so tired, I certainly am babbling a lot. For example, I just bombarded Erick with a whole thing about the phrase “resting on your laurels.” I have no idea what that was about.
But speaking about random thoughts. (Get it?) I had another thought for my TV show (my mind wanders when I’m painting, and it gets worse when I sew. Guess which one I was doing today. [both, gack!]) Anyway, my idea is, at the end of each show I could wrap things up with my Ten Favorite Things about wherever it was I just went. Like London, for instance. Number one on that list would be how everyone seems so cheerful over there when they say “bye” on their mobile phones. It’s always so upbeat, even after someone has an argument. I’ve overheard the funniest (and sometimes rudest) conversations whilst on the Tube, but they always end with a pleasant “bye-eee!” I think it’s hilarious, and it’s one of the highlights of my trips to London. The list could be nothing but personal things like that, things that may seem silly but what makes each trip special or unique. See?
Erick came up with a good one, too. At the end of each show there could be a special section for blog-style randomness. The producers would time me, giving me exactly two or three minutes to try and express a full idea. It’d be funny. I’d get all tongue-tied, my fingers would start twitching as they itch to type what’s trying to spill out of my mouth. My fingers can keep up with my brain much faster than my mouth can most of the time. It’d be great. Well, at least I’d think so. I wonder how long it would take for me to actually complete the thought in three minutes, without even bursting into giggles about just how ridiculous it all is.
Of course, I don’t think I’ll accomplish that soon. I still can’t control myself. After all, this whole idea is pretty ridiculous and it’s had me laughing for a few days straight. At least it’s something to think about while I’m working.
Want to know something else entirely random? I hate sewing. I’m really bad at it. I always think, ‘Oh, that won’t be so tough.’ Sometimes I’m right, and the rest of the time I’m so, so wrong. Like tonight. I tried to make decorative pillows. *Big* mistake. I actually almost did break the sewing machine, and I think I ruined a few yards of pretty silver satin. I may be able to salvage it, but then I won’t get the exact pillows I wanted, which makes me kinda sad. I was just too tired to attempt construction tonight anyway, I don’t know what I was thinking. I think I’m just in that scary Obsessive Designer phase where I’m like an addict; if I stop moving I think I’ll die. I’ll get all shakey and chant, ‘Must… add… color…’ I need to get out of that before I go through withdrawl tomorrow when the room’s all done. It’s one love/hate relationship, me and decorating. I absolutely love the process, but I hate all the work involved when it’s just me and one other person covering a huge room. And the rush. I wish I had a week to finish all this.
I’ve so got a song stuck in my head.
In case you’re wondering why I’m still blogging, it’s cause I’m tired, there’s no one on AIM, and I’m waiting for a song to download. How sad is that? I could be responding to emails, sure, but they’d all end up like this blog entry; scary and not making much sense. Someone would write to me saying, ‘Can I be a columnist for the Daily Prophet?’ and I’d probably respond, “You know, dryer tubing is a great thing. You can do so much with it! Sculpture, venting, and just a few months ago my brother made a cool lamp out of it. Yeah. Dryer tubing rules.” *Thats* why I can’t answer email. No one wants me to respond to their varied questions with only one answer, especially when it involves such obscure objects as dryer tubing.
I think my family’s weird. I’ve been watching Daria, and I took that quiz and my results said I was 100% Jane Lane. I don’t think it was too far off, as far as family structure. We aren’t quite as hippy-ish as the Lanes, and we don’t have any punk rockers in the family (as much as I love Trent’s one-liners, I wouldn’t want him as a brother.) But that whole creativness side. We’re always trying to build something, like Steve’s dryer tube lamp. I was sitting outside painting today, watching my neighbors go about their lives, when I realized just how ridiculous and weird my family must look from the outside. Two homeschooled kids, one of whom was spending one of the hottest afternoons in Virginia history sitting outside on the hot driveway, painting a star-trek-looking storage unit that my brother built earlier that day. And it was violently ice blue. And I had funny plaid flannel pants on. And, I happened to accidentally paint part of my face.
And apart from that, my parents left town for their anniversary and they actually trust two teenagers to properly decorate the basement. What’s even scarier is it hasn’t turned out looking like puke, it’s actually pretty dang good (if I do say so myself.) Full of color (coordinating, no less), copies of modern art, strange furniture built by the family. It’s all there. My parents have spawned a family of Jane Lanes, but thankfully we don’t have any Trents or that Wind guy who’s always moping about his failed marriages. At least none of us have turned out like that *yet*, who knows what the future holds.
But what I don’t get is my parents are nothing like the Lanes. I could tell you who they’re like, but I won’t go there. 🙂
Now, I don’t think Steven and I are as sarcastic or whatever as Jane, but Kevin might be. (That’s a good thing, cause that’s what makes him Kevin.) But I suppose he’s sarcastic in a more outgoing way than Jane.
Heck, why am I comparing my life to a *cartoon*?! Next thing you know I’ll be going through the forest, hunting fow wascally wabbits. I loath paint fumes and their darn effects on my brain!!! If I could, I would stay away from that basement for as long as possible until the air clears, but that darn Obsessive Designer Disorder is getting to me. I can’t go too long without wanting to remind myself of the colors.
I can’t believe it, the basement has driven me insane. I think I’m going to try and sleep myself back into sanity.