Her Smiling Eyes

Monday, February 28, 2005

You know, you can look out a window and just about anything that comes out of your mouth will sound deep just as long as you incooperate the fact that you are looking out the window. Brownie points if you describe what you are looking at.

I found this out just now. Mmmkay maybe about a minute ago. I was lookin out the window (as usual) watching the snow fall. It would flurry, then progressively it turned into a more intense flurry I guess you could call it...I don't know how to rate the snow fall...COME ON...GO WITH IT lol

So yea. OH. Lost my train of thought. Well, probably only myself would think the thoughts I'm thinking right now. Not only because they are my thoughts but I mean...I don't know anyone else who would think this indepth about their thoughts. Sigh. But I was thinking about how I was snapping my fingers for no particular reason. There doesn't need to be a reason anyhow...just maybe out of habit or simply to the music in my head. I don't really remember why I was snapping my fingers so lets just say it was a little bit of both.

My ma is singin in the kitchen. I felt like I should make some music too. I'm still talking about the finger snapping. I told myself I wouldn't (mentally, of course...I didn't want to let the whole world in the on the little debates I have with myself about these sorts of things) but I did. I made a whole new paragraph and I kept on with the same damn snappy fingers.

Now it's really angry flurrying (again, I don't know the specific snowfall rate or whatever...I'm improvising...) It's angry because it's the type of snow you might see in a movie where a lady runs out of a restaurant in a huff...all angry because their date didn't bring them to dinner to celebrate their anniversary but more so just because he/she had coupons and it was the last night they were valid. Hmm...sounds like my rents.

Maybe it's just me, and quite possibly it will only be me who endures this, but sometimes random narration goes through my head. This afternoon, a grand example, when I was looking out the window, this deep narrator's voice comes in my head like I'm listening to an old radioshow broadcast of some mystery. And it's like "She gazes out the window intently as the snow falls quietly on the chilled February earth and all that encompasses it. She snaps her fingers mechanically while in this gentle yet deep gaze. The flurries gradually become more intense as her nervous habit does. Suddenly, she becomes bewildered! She thinks to herself, 'Why am I hearing a deep, mysterious man voice in my thoughts rather than my own and why the hell is he narrating my actions?' These questions may never be answered. Or...is she really talking to the narrator?"

Then I thought to myself (really, this is myself now) 'Wow, it this deep thinking to a new level or do I really have my own mental narrator?' Okay. I'm not completely positive that it is actually me talking to myself in my head anymore...I have this doubt that I have a particular voice for particular thoughts. Maybe a seductive, sexy voice for the dirty thoughts. Or a mute when I am getting intouch with my inner self. I don't know. Well, when I type it's me talking in my head as I'm reading it and typing...or multitasking for all you pro's out there.

I suppose that's when thinking goes a little too far. One then regresses to it's animal instincts - 'Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow. I like chicken. I like liver. Meow Mix, Meow Mix, please deliever! Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow. Meow. Meow. Meow.

After typing meow a lot, it looks funny. That happens with all words...but still. Meow looks exceptionally weird.

I enjoy how words make sounds and the sounds are fun to say. I have been real giddy today. Slap happy. I like it. It makes me giggle like a little girl. Actually, the fact that I'm still getting my voice back is why I sound so little and girly. I sound five. I can smell though. Not that I couldnt when I was five but I mean I can now. After a while of lacking that sense, I have regained it I do believe. I can smell.

I need to make ramen. Rahhhhhhhhh mannnnnnnnnnnnn. RAhhhhhhhhhh. Maaaaaaaaaannnnnn. Noooooooooooooooooodles.

But before I go, on SNL there was a rerun this saturday and but hmm on the weekend updates, Tina Fey was talkin about this lady who gave birth to a 17 lb baby. And her (Tina's) punchline was that the lady said she would talk more on how she felt about giving birth to her 17 lb baby after she put her vagina back together. And I don't know why (maybe the Nyquil or Advil, Tylenol, fever-reducers my ma gave me) but I was cracking up. Tears were just streaming down my face; it was amazing. I am still laughing at it. Maybe it's the way she said it. But sweet jesus! A 17 lb baby! I would be puttin my vagina back together too if I gave birth to a flippin baby whale. I can't even fathom a regular baby comin outta there...yikes.

And Im gonna make ramen. Now for our commercial break (why the hell is everything so damn funny today? Good LORD!)

Love to all

Jenny at 4:55 PM

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Monday, February 28, 2005 You know, you can look out a window and just about anything that comes out of your mouth will sound deep just as long as you incooperate the fact that you are looking out the window. Brownie points if you describe what you are looking at. I found this out just now. Mmmkay maybe about a minute ago. I was lookin out the window (as usual) watching the snow fall. It would flurry, then progressively it turned into a more intense flurry I guess you could call it...I don't know how to rate the snow fall...COME ON...GO WITH IT lol So yea. OH. Lost my train of thought. Well, probably only myself would think the thoughts I'm thinking right now. Not only because they are my thoughts but I mean...I don't know anyone else who would think this indepth about their thoughts. Sigh. But I was thinking about how I was snapping my fingers for no particular reason. There doesn't need to be a reason anyhow...just maybe out of habit or simply to the music in my head. I don't really remember why I was snapping my fingers so lets just say it was a little bit of both. My ma is singin in the kitchen. I felt like I should make some music too. I'm still talking about the finger snapping. I told myself I wouldn't (mentally, of course...I didn't want to let the whole world in the on the little debates I have with myself about these sorts of things) but I did. I made a whole new paragraph and I kept on with the same damn snappy fingers. Now it's really angry flurrying (again, I don't know the specific snowfall rate or whatever...I'm improvising...) It's angry because it's the type of snow you might see in a movie where a lady runs out of a restaurant in a huff...all angry because their date didn't bring them to dinner to celebrate their anniversary but more so just because he/she had coupons and it was the last night they were valid. Hmm...sounds like my rents. Maybe it's just me, and quite possibly it will only be me who endures this, but sometimes random narration goes through my head. This afternoon, a grand example, when I was looking out the window, this deep narrator's voice comes in my head like I'm listening to an old radioshow broadcast of some mystery. And it's like "She gazes out the window intently as the snow falls quietly on the chilled February earth and all that encompasses it. She snaps her fingers mechanically while in this gentle yet deep gaze. The flurries gradually become more intense as her nervous habit does. Suddenly, she becomes bewildered! She thinks to herself, 'Why am I hearing a deep, mysterious man voice in my thoughts rather than my own and why the hell is he narrating my actions?' These questions may never be answered. Or...is she really talking to the narrator?" Then I thought to myself (really, this is myself now) 'Wow, it this deep thinking to a new level or do I really have my own mental narrator?' Okay. I'm not completely positive that it is actually me talking to myself in my head anymore...I have this doubt that I have a particular voice for particular thoughts. Maybe a seductive, sexy voice for the dirty thoughts. Or a mute when I am getting intouch with my inner self. I don't know. Well, when I type it's me talking in my head as I'm reading it and typing...or multitasking for all you pro's out there. I suppose that's when thinking goes a little too far. One then regresses to it's animal instincts - 'Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow. I like chicken. I like liver. Meow Mix, Meow Mix, please deliever! Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. After typing meow a lot, it looks funny. That happens with all words...but still. Meow looks exceptionally weird. I enjoy how words make sounds and the sounds are fun to say. I have been real giddy today. Slap happy. I like it. It makes me giggle like a little girl. Actually, the fact that I'm still getting my voice back is why I sound so little and girly. I sound five. I can smell though. Not that I couldnt when I was five but I mean I can now. After a while of lacking that sense, I have regained it I do believe. I can smell. I need to make ramen. Rahhhhhhhhh mannnnnnnnnnnnn. RAhhhhhhhhhh. Maaaaaaaaaannnnnn. Noooooooooooooooooodles. But before I go, on SNL there was a rerun this saturday and but hmm on the weekend updates, Tina Fey was talkin about this lady who gave birth to a 17 lb baby. And her (Tina's) punchline was that the lady said she would talk more on how she felt about giving birth to her 17 lb baby after she put her vagina back together. And I don't know why (maybe the Nyquil or Advil, Tylenol, fever-reducers my ma gave me) but I was cracking up. Tears were just streaming down my face; it was amazing. I am still laughing at it. Maybe it's the way she said it. But sweet jesus! A 17 lb baby! I would be puttin my vagina back together too if I gave birth to a flippin baby whale. I can't even fathom a regular baby comin outta there...yikes. And Im gonna make ramen. Now for our commercial break (why the hell is everything so damn funny today? Good LORD!) Love to all Jenny at 4:55 PM Comments: Post a Comment
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