Stuck in my own thoughtful thoughts...

Okay, so I was just ranting my thoughts on my Facebook page a moment ago, and for some reason, I caught myself ranting on and on about being thoughtful. But as I explained in a very crazy-woman-rant kind of way on my Facebook, not the kind of thoughtful that means I care about something, or I did something nice for someone, but more like the evil-genius-thinking-up-a-diabolical-plan-to-rule-the-world, kind of thoughtful. Well anyway, I was saying on my Status that earlier today, when I was standing next to my mum, I felt shorter than usual. Which is strange, given the fact that there is no way I could have shrunk over night. Which got me thinking how strange the human brain can be...I mean, one moment you feel normal, and the next, you perceive yourself as shorter, or taller, or whatever else. Yet you know that there is no way you changed so dramatically in one night, so why would you feel as if you had? My theory is that our brains play these tricks on us as a way of telling us, "oh, I know you haven't noticed because you live with me every day, but I've been changing through the years!" And then one day you wake up and you realize that your brain is right, that you have changed and simply haven't noticed because you see and feel yourself all day every day. Like, if you meet up with an old friend, and they say something along the lines of, "wow, you've changed so much!", and you can't figure out why they would think that, because you feel the same as you always did. When in reality, you've been changing and growing gradually through the years nonstop. Yet, even though I know all this, I can't help but asking myself: Has the process of shrinking as you get older already begun when technically, I should have more growing to do? I mean, what else would explain the feeling that I'm shorter than usual? Perhaps my mum just so happened to be standing straighter than usual, or perhaps I had a bad night's sleep and was slouching a bit more than usual, although both are unlikely because first, I stood real straight to make sure it wasn't that, and second, my mum always stands normally. Neither of us have ever really been slouchers. So what is it then? Whatever it is, it's quite strange indeed...

Moving on...Don't mind me, when I'm in thoughtful moods like this I tend to analyze and question everything. It's as if I get stuck in my own thoughts, and they can't help but think of strange things like feeling shorter when I know I'm not and then ranting on and on about it when I know I sound like a madwoman from a crazy-bin but really if you think about it I can't help but rant like this because I am a bit crazy at times and it's just in my nature to lock myself in my own strange thoughts sometimes and really confuse the people around me because I sit there staring off into space for a while and then all the sudden come out and say something completely random like "I feel kind of shorter today than I did yesterday" and then go on and compare my thoughtfulness to the inner workings of an evil genius who is thinking up a diabolical plan to rule the world and then clarify that my thoughtfulness is indeed not in the slightest like caring about something or doing something nice for someone when they didn't ask but instead more like the inner workings of an evil genius who is thinking up a diabolical plan to rule the world and then repeating myself just to get the point across or maybe just because I can and I somehow think it's amusing to act crazy and rant on and on about nothing in particular except for my own crazy thoughts in which I think thoughtful things that are not thoughtful but evil thoughts of taking over the world and oops I've already said that a whole lot but hey at least I said it slightly differently than last time and ooh look at the time I've been sitting here ranting for too long I should stop this before I sound too crazy and annoying but I don't know how to stop this oh my God I can't stop this is getting ridiculous but boy am I typing fast right now this reminds me of the episode of House when Dr. House thought that Wilson was taking antidepressants and he wanted to prove it so he slipped some speed in his coffee and then Wilson was so hyper he couldn't even put his gloves on to examine a patient and then when he confronted House he asked him for one of his Vicodin 's because he thought his heart was going to explode otherwise and oh great here I am still ranting I'm not even using periods or comma's holy crap I can't stop this is not good someone stop me hey this reminds me of a blog I did a while ago where I was ranting sort of like this and I got going like this and I couldn't stop like this and wow I'm saying like this a lot and anyway I said I wouldn't ever be able to stop unless I went cold turkey so maybe I should just-



(Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric)

Lemon chicken banana cup, throw a wet tortilla at your House!!! (random thoughts)

Yay! The best show in the world recorded on our DVR last night!!! Which, of course, would be House! My favoritest show ever! Well, what can I say about the episode...What's not to like? Of course I loved the new episode. How can I not like any episode of House? Anyway, yeah I wanted to vent out a bit of my excitement at House coming back, but I also wanted to vent a lot of frustration that House is not coming back for good. Yes, you read right: House is not coming back right now. We all have to wait yet another two weeks before we get to see any new episodes, which really sucks butt if you think about it. I mean, why do they do that? Why do they take two week hiatus' (did I do that right? I'm not really sure what the plural for hiatus is...) all the time? What's the point? They end a season, then just when they bring it back, they give you one new episode, then they make you wait two weeks till the next episode!!! Do they do it just to piss us off? Because if so, it's working. I am currently very not happy about having to wait another two weeks till the next episode to my favoritest show ever. And yeah, I very much know that "favoritest" is not in the slightest a word. But I don't care at this point, because I WANT MY FAVORITEST SHOW TO COME BACK NOW!!! And if they do a two week hiatus again after this two week hiatus, you don't even want to begin to imagine what I will do. Because if you did, your brain would heat to the point of explosion. I may sound all funny and paranoid and cute with my weird spellings and my little rants, but let me be the first to tell you: I am evil. You saw my blog about how I chase my big brother around with a frying pan? Well that's just one tiny little bad deed that I do sometimes. Try living with me, and then tell me I'm not evil. Or better yet, say something mean about a family member of mine, or a friend, and you will see the wrath of me. Or even better still, take away my favoritest show for two weeks all the time, and maybe then you will feel the need to watch your back. I watch plenty of crime shows, I know about forensics. I know how to get away with stuff without leaving evidence. So there.
Anyway, as I was writing my very scary threat just now, I got to thinking: I may be nothing but an evil genius waiting to come out on the inside, but on the outside I'm just a very paranoid person who can go from threatening one's well-being, to paranoid funny girl once again in mere seconds.
Okay, so that's not really what I was thinking as I wrote my threat, but that was what I was think while writing the part that says "anyway, as I was writing my very scary threat just now, I got to thinking:". And if I am confusing you, too bad. I can't help it, I just don't know how to stay on one subject for too long. I may write a lot about one thing sometimes, but my brain is thinking of fifty different things while I'm writing, and to write all my thoughts out it might look something like this: Why are they taking a two week hiatus again? I really do love House...Is Wilson gay? He acts gay sometimes. He had a wife, though...House was good at cooking, does that mean he cooks for Wilson? Or did he give that up when he got his license to practice-
I'm hungry. Do we have any pizza left- was that my parents truck I heard? No, not it yet. They had some errands to run...What was that? It sounded like a bang- oh well, it's gone. Cheesecake! Uncle Don said something about bringing cheesecake to Nana's birthday party tomorrow! Crap, I forgot to make her a card last night...I have a lot of paper though, so it shouldn't take long...My nose itches a little. You know, they say if your nose itches you're about to kiss a fool. That can't be right though, 'cause no one's in the room with me that is kissable...Ugh, I should just get it over with and finish this blog instead of writing my strange thou-
Ooh, there's some mint candies on the desk next to me! I like mint. It reminds me of my nickname (one of many) Dmintedfairy. Get it? Okay I'm gonna stop writing my thoughts now, 'cause it's really hard and so far I'm only picking out a few thoughts at once and ignoring all the other ones I'm thinking while trying to type (woops, I typed type wrong, it was, tyoe he he) them out...Which means I'm leaving a lot of thoughts out and I am getting very bored trying to explain now, so...Hold on, I need to visit the restroom. Did you know that in other countries they don't call it a restroom or bathroom or anything like that? They just call it the toilet, because that's what it is.
Okay, I'm back. Wow, that was fast. It was like a record or something. I wonder what the world record for peeing really fast is?
Anyway, I think you get the drift of it. Oh yeah, before I forget: I ordered some books online the other day, and when I checked my email last night it said that they had been shipped, so I'll have seven new books in three to eight days!!! Yay!!!
Now what was this blog about originally? Oh yeah, House. Which brings me to my conclusion, and my original thought when I was typing "anyway, as I was writing my very scary threat just now, I got to thinking:" which is: what if they're taking a two week hiatus not only as a teaser, but because they're going- (hold on, here's another thought that popped into my head: I watched the last episode of Doctor Who with David Tennant in it the other day, and yes it was awesome, but I'm going to miss him as The Doctor. He was my favorite) -to end the series soon? I mean, House has been on for a while now, so what if they're teasing us with the limited-episode-diet because this is the last season, or the next to last season? If so, my earlier threat applies, only tenfold. Tenfold tenfold, times infinity. And yes, that sounds very juvenile, but I don't care because it's true.
And on that very sad note (the note in which House ends...), I think this blog has become large enough, and I had better stop- (hey, did you ever notice that sometimes when you type really fast the computer can't keep up with you and it's a few letters behind?) -now before it becomes just way too big and confusing.
Blog ya later, Mi- (I just accidentally typed Mii) -ss Eccentric.
P.S. Don't worry, for all (maybe not all, wahahaha) my future blogs I won't put you through the mental agony with typing my thoughts out that I have today. I wouldn't be surprised if your brain has melted from reading this, and I want to keep the death-tole down, soo...Okay that's it.