i don't want to go to the psychiatrist....!

So today is the day of hodgepodge. It’s a day for podge of the hodge. Get it? It’s like T to the A and back to the H again! Woo hoo!

Where do dreams come from? What do they mean? What is my mind telling me when I dream about psycho clowns that can only be defeated by insanity gumballs? Are the clowns a metaphor for something? Are the insanity gumballs a stand-in for my life? Or are they in fact, JUST insanity gumballs? If you analyze the two re-occurring themes in my dreams: my car (the great King) and random people who inevitably are in love with me, what does it all mean? If dreams are your unconscious mind speaking to you, I don’t get it. Speak clearly mind! I mean, how am I supposed to blow if you won’t let me grow? Huh?

I was struck today by how funny the human mind is. The mind is like a sponge, it absorbs all sorts of things. Then those things firmly embed themselves into the mind’s gooey interior. You have no idea what’s there. You have no control over what the mind chooses to remember (I can’t remember where I hid my birth certificate, but I can tell you about the pair of jeans I was wearing the first time I told a boy I liked him). You never know when your mind will decide to unleash information you didn’t even know you knew! For example, I woke up this morning using the word “propensity.” Now prior to 7:17 AM this morning, I didn’t even know I knew the word “propensity”, much less what it meant and the correct usage of it. But oooh, out-plopped the word this morning.

Further to my entry yesterday, this is what being a reader does for you. You come across a word, you don’t know what it means, you’ve never come across it before, but your mind internalizes it and then spits it out when you need it most. God, my mind is a machine! It’s currently doing the robot dance. How smart am I? That’s a rhetorical question by the way…

I LOVE Rise Against. I don’t say that enough in this blog, but I LOVE Rise Against. They make me have warm feelings in my cold, cold heart.

I also love James McAvoy. He gives me warm feelings too, but they appear about 15 inches south of rise against’s warm feelings. OW!

Three observations about perplexing elevator behavior:
- The swipe card system is on the right corner of the elevator. People get into the elevator, they swipe their card and select the floor. Then they prepare to stand there. If anyone else tries to swipe their card to select their floor, the other person ends up being in the way! It’s not as if they don’t know that’s where the access system is. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY.
- The beauty of the elevator is this: you can see what floor you’re currently on. So why is it that when people are getting off on their floor, they only prepare to disembark after the doors have opened and been opened for a lengthy duration of time?
- If someone gets on at the 18th floor, and the elevators only go down 2-4 floors to let someone else on, why does the person on the 18th floor try to get off because he/she thinks we are now on the ground level? As already established, you can see what floor you’re currently on. It’s not pointing at M or G, you’re obviously not on the ground. Also, what type of bozo doesn’t have distance/speed/location perception? An elevator ride of 15 seconds isn’t going to move you 18 floors. It’s a matter of physics.

No one said that hodge podge was exciting and entertaining. In fact, hodge podge is more often than not, lamer than lame. Unfortunately, Miss Nihilist just doesn’t have the propensity to be humourous and witty while the whine of bagpipes instills murderous thoughts in her mind. Oh Gods. Oh-kay monster man.