Great leaping fish. Just over 10,000 to go.
Like a green leaf turns brown and drops to the floor
Like an ocean tide, I won’t be no more
Like the end of breath, the new one begins
The new color comes, the old one rescinds
So close indeed. But my brain recently slammed its door in my face and I heard it laughing behind the wood work. The little troll....
I'll get him. My brain is a him, most of the time. And if you think that's odd then you should come visit sometime.
It struck me to day that I have happiness bursts. Strange, yes? They're like heart attacks only...not painful and...not at all like a heart attack actually. But when they strike no amount of my scolding an thinking 'grim' will stifle them. Usually I just grin like a abnormally tall Gremlin, lips twisting like I just ate the sugar out of the bottom of a sour skittle bag. Quite embarrassing.
For example, went to Hobby Lobby for some art supplies and one jumped me. I ended up wriggling with unexplainable joy for a good three seconds, made a few small children cry...just joking. Not really.
But it's physical, like a shot of adrenalin. And there is usually no logical reason for them!! I was buying art supplies for Harper Homework. And no, that does not usually send me into thralls of joy. I suppose it could be worse. Unless I start cackling, that would only further the whole Gremlin image I'm NOT going for.
:)P GOTCHA BRAIN. HAHA! FOOT IN THE DOOR. I'M OFF TO FINISH THE BOOK!
:)P GOTCHA BRAIN. HAHA! FOOT IN THE DOOR. I'M OFF TO FINISH THE BOOK!
*grinning*
ReplyDeletego get 'em, girl. you rock.
My brain might be a him, too. Although the "him" is a maniacal chipmunk with delusions of grandeur, alternating between fits of mad creativity (that may or may not make a lot of sense to the casual observer) and chai-tea-and-lintel-soup-induced lethargy, during which he overdoses on lame BBC productions and long, overly epic novels, and randomly roams the streets at night mingling his tears with the rain, just for the heck of it. Yeah. (Can't always blame the muses for hiding.)
ReplyDeleteAs for your happiness bursts... I vastly prefer those to the alternative... but you may want to go easy on the Swedish Fish. ;)
'Lame BBC Productions':)
ReplyDeleteI totally agree. My goodness they must have bought up an insane amount of really horrific writers because EVERYTHING, well MOST of everything is complete garbage.
Oh, there are some gems though. Namely Sherlock and Doctor Who.
ReplyDeleteThe lamest to date is Merlin. But even that manages to be entertaining, if it's after midnight and you've ingested enough sugar...
Happiness bursts!! Somebody UNDERSTANDS ME!!
ReplyDeleteI tend to giggle unstoppably and bounce and talk too much and giggle some more. Entirely unsophisticated, frequently regretted... but it's great while it lasts.
People are tolerant, you know?
(let's have a happiness burst together sometime. there'd be no bounding our glee or sugar levels or potential for blackmail photography.)
My brain went for a walk this morning and he (it's a he too I know exactly what you mean) hasn't come back. I think he might have got kidnapped.
ReplyDeleteFaith you could write a book of comments. I would read it. XD
Laura! I love your happiness bursts!!
love you all!
Tasha~
Faith, so true. Doctor Who, always good. I have wanted to start Merlin :)P haha. Also there is a new show on called GRIMM, yes cheesy, but semi interesting as well. Been watching it on HULU, bless that site.
ReplyDeleteLaura, done and done. And yes, most people didn't mind it, although I got a few stink eyes :)
Tasha, Yes Faith should, it would make her millions.
I shall call it "A Semi-Coherent Commentary on The Genius of Jane".
ReplyDeleteCoattails, remember?
*headdesk*
And I shall buy it.
ReplyDeleteCoattails?? I feel I should...?