So I was trying to spell tarantula on my phone, and the first five letters were rediculous, so I tried pressing each key to make the word on T9 longer and longer until it wouldn't grow anymore. What the heck does varanutlareizusielatreyalurganew mean and why it is in my phone? I tried googling it and got nothing. lol, after this I bet the only site that pops up is my blog. I'm gonna try that when I am done writing here.

Right now it is 9:22 and my roommate is asleep. He has been asleep since earlier. He will wake up for some reason tonight (probably when I go to bed) and it will be interesting if he can or can't get back to sleep after that. He normally naps during the day, stays up late saying he is too awake to go to bed, and then complains all the next day for lack of a good nights rest. He hasn't done that much lately, but the nap today is only the start.

Speaking of my roommate.. lately we have had a small conflict about how he looks at my computer screen while I am doing things. Like, he will seriously read an email I am writing out loud to me while I write it, and then get "mad" at me for telling him to go away. Can he not see how annoying that is?

Yeah, the irony is just killing me.

I had my first mandatory hootenany practice today. I didn't do great, but I didn't do poorly either. I have one of the easier parts. I was chewing on an apple stem on the way in. It was lots better than the normal toothpick I chew on when I am nervous. I think I will do that more often, instead of just tossing the apple stem when I am done. I don't mean I will save the apple stems, just chew on them whenever I finish an apple.

I wonder if God makes people for each other, and I wonder if our parents were specifically chosen to produce us. Like the people who will be alive in the end times are secretly Belgian blue cattle --heh, monsters. I wonder if God is consciously breeding for future generations, by allowing for the complexities of different personalities to come out just right for each other, and for circumstances to happen so perfectly. Or maybe God just leaves us to each other --definitely affecting things here and there-- but maybe there is no one person for everyone else. Maybe we are meant to couple off and make it work with whoever we end up meeting and cliquing with, leaving it up to chance whether we meet someone easy to get along with or not.

It is 9:42. I have been texting while I blog. Now it is 9:43. I will have to do laundry tomorrow, and I need change for a 20. "it burns on the way down" Mom wants me to write her an email about what I have learned from not talking. I think I will do it, and I'l keep it alot shorter than the average blog but I bet it takes her 3 weeks to read it. "it all smells the same"

I read this book recently. The sound and the fury. It was good. It was a puzzle, without a doubt.

I opened the gate and they stopped, turning. I was trying to say, and I caught her, trying to say, and she screamed and I was trying to say and trying arid the bright shapes began to stop and I tried to get out. I tried to get it off of my face, but the bright shapes were going again. (1.700)

It wasn't until half way through the chapter (before that) that you realize that Benjy can't talk, but he can hear. That quote sticks out in my mind. Benjy is sortof in love with this girl, (it isn't love like we think of it, though. It is naive and innocent and really sad,) and she leaves for college, and he freaks out when he sees her friends without her, walking home from highschool. Back then they didn't know what to do with people like Benjy, so he never learned anything, and he just freaks out and cries for alot of the book, but hearing things from his perspective is an adventure --and a really confusing one at that. Not that I identify with that quote at all, but it was one of the moments in the story where Benjy's character really started to make sense. (ha. a contradiction in truths).

"crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction? Screaming drunk disorderly, I'l tell you mine."