Geeze, I have no idea what’s gotten into me lately. Last night’s blog was like a marathon, with my fingers running the race. And again tonight, I’m all hyped up, but thankfully not as much as last night. But I’m still in constant motion for some reason, unable to contain myself. Wiggling, dancing in place, getting into strange conversations with friends; it’s great fun. 🙂 I know what caused it last night. I should stay away from smarties (the american compressed sugar kind) unless I’m fully prepared for the after effects. I need to start making a catalog of what certain candies do to me. Normally I don’t react badly. Chocolate can sometimes make me tired, gummy worms make me flirty for some strange reason, and now smarties make me *incredibly* hyper. I don’t think that’s a sugar thing, though, cause it lasts way too long to be just a plain old sugar high. I was wiggling and dancing around until around 2:30 in the morning. I haven’t done that in ages. Maybe the smarties’ effect was multiplied by all the pent up energy that’s been lethargic over the past three weeks as I’ve had this bad cold. Now that I’m finally getting over the cold all that energy is just tumbling back out. Yeah, that’s it. I hope. Or I’ve regressed and I’m five years old again. 🙂
Hmm, events of the day. Went to church, as usual, but spent the time wiggling in the pew and doodling on the church bulletin. I haven’t been to church in weeks, because of the cold, so I was glad that I could make my come-back in a new dress. (This sounds silly, and it’s meant to be.) A lovely red dress with a black shirt over.
Geeze, what was *in* those smarties? First the pants, then the PMS, now I’m getting giggly about a new dress. This is seriously scary, I must redeem myself.
I went over to my brother Kevin’s house for a joint birthday party. His wife Jen’s parents are in town for a visit and their birthdays are both in July, as is my mother’s. So we turned it into one big bash. We had dinner, I played with Max a lot, and we had some serious conversations, mostly about the direction of the country in its various endeavors, both national and international. Again with the news-talk! Just talking about current events in that situation made my stomach hurt. After about an hour of intense talking, Jen’s mom came over to the table and said “Where are the TV cameras?” We were all confused until she explained that it seemed each one of us in the conversation was a small microcosm of parties and social groups in the United States. She explained it one by one. I don’t think she labelled me right, though, but everyone else was pretty spot on. She said I was the optimistic opportunist. I just don’t think I was expressing myself well. I was trying to explain how everyone at the table seemed to be saying the same thing, acknowledging the same thing, but putting different spins on them to suit their own lifes’ experiences, etc. I was actually trying to avoid expressing my own opinions about some things at some points, while trying to point out what I think they were all trying to say. It was interesting. I felt somewhat pushed aside at times since I was the youngest one at the table, but who knows. It’s strange to be in that situation where you’re surrounded by adults that you know, and yet at the same time you’re still the “little kid”, the one who everyone admits to thinking of as still being thirteen years old. Just a few hours before this discussion, Jen’s mother said that I shouldn’t be allowed to date at all because she thinks I’m still 13.
Strange little situation to try and have an opinion on such important topics. Either way, I still think they were all saying almost the same thing about past events and where it will lead, there were just minute differences between them based on their perceptions, experiences, and own personal prejudices. Not really party lines, since I know each person there has flip flopped between several. Just personal spins, and the reluctance to accept anyone else’s spin. It’s all confusing and if I don’t quit thinking about the topics we discussed I’ll never get to sleep cause my stomach will start hurting again. (I feel like such an old person mentioning that. ‘Oh, I can’t get stressed, I have an ulcer.’ All I can hear when I say that is my New York Jewish doctor impersonating his mother.)
Other exciting news. I’ve joined a cult. Tee hee, not really. But it is a strange and mysterious collective. Have you ever heard of Are You Dave Gorman? It was a show on the BBC for a while about this comedian, Dave Gorman, who went around the world trying to find other people named Dave Gorman. It was hilarious! The whole thing started when Dave explained to his friend and flatmate, Danny Wallace, that he had gotten email about some bloke named Dave Gorman who was the Assistant of the East Fife football club. Danny didn’t believe him, Dave protested, which lead to Danny betting Dave that he couldn’t find “loads” of other people with the same name. They were drunk, so naturally they kept going with the conversation. Dave Gorman insisted that he could. So, they went off on a train to East Fife to meet Dave Gorman. Eventually, Dave asks what Danny meant by “loads.” Danny hands Dave a deck of cards and says, “This many.” Dave’s shocked, and Danny adds, “Plus the jokers.” So the search began for 54 Dave Gormans.
That one drunken night led to a TV show, a book, a tour, all sorts of fun stuff. That’s how I found the cult. Sort of. Late one night I went looking on BBC America’s website for information about when they’d air Are You Dave Gorman? again, but sadly I couldn’t find that. But I did find Dave Gorman’s personal website. And through that I found Danny Wallace’s. I was bored, couldn’t sleep, it was 2 am, and I had nothing else to do. On Danny’s site there was a strange link that said “Join Me.” I read it and he said he’d appreciate it if I’d consider joining him, and that if I’m interested I should email him. I was intrigued (and not to mention gullable), so I emailed him. He emailed back, and here I am today. An official Joinee of a collective that I know nothing about. But it’s seriously funny. The questionnaire I filled out today was hilarious. But now on to more important things, greater missions to further the mysterious purposes of Join Me.
So I must ask. Would you possibly consider Joining Me? Joining Danny Wallace? It’s a brotherhood, a sisterhood, of a purpose unknown. A grand adventure that I’m sure will be even grander once he decides to tell us what the heck is going on. He promises it’s not even “slightly dodgy”, simply something that he says will make his Gran smile for many years to come. So, if for no other reason than to bring joy to a single grandmother in the world, would you please join us? For more information you can go to Danny’s website at www.dannywallace.com or you can visit the official Join Me page at www.join-me.co.uk. Email him, and let him know Heather Lawver referred you. He’s a nice bloke, it’ll be fun. 🙂
What to do now that I’m hyped up yet again and I have exploring time? I’m going to do some research for redecorating the basement. I almost have complete permission to decorate the basement as I please, but I want it to be fantastic. I’m thinking of going with a worlds fair theme. It’ll rule.
But, maybe I should get some sleep. I think maybe I’m finally calming down, which is a good thing. If this blog entry made no sense, I apologize. Heck, if any of these don’t make sense the apology applies to them too. Post complaints in the guestbook, maybe that’s what it’s for. 🙂