Humans are crazy

Morrissey changed his mypsace picture. I hope my husband looks that good when he's that age.

What a curious age we are chosen to live in. People are so needlessly intricate sometimes. There are codes and games and nuances in people's every move. And we, especially we women, feel compelled and even obligated to pick apart every detail a fellow being shows us. Why is this? Group settings are the most fascinating times to observe human behavior. We truly are animals. I wonder if there are beings higher than us (well of course there are) but I wonder if they watch us in fascination like we watch a bird build a nest for its family out of twigs and mud. Take a hypothetical example: a girl likes a boy. She is suddenly more animated and tries harder to be funny, charming, witty, interesting, etc. Oftentimes she makes herself look like a greater fool than had she just been herself, natural (I promise I'm not talking about myself specifically nor any one of my friends). We do this to ourselves. Why? Sometimes I watch a child as he reverently plays with my graphing calculator, awed by its functions and Magical Powers, then suddenly gets bored of it and drops it on the mahongany table. I asked, in my head, what on earth made you think that was necessary, Matthew? This applies to all humans, to an extent. Does anyone else often ask themselves, "why the heck did I do that?" I hope I'm not alone.

This is how I do accounting homework: I don't. Or I do, but it takes all day cause I get distracted easily. How about you read an exerpt so you understand why I can't focus:
"Most analysts agree lower inflation deserves higher P/Es because it produces lower interest rates. Those lower rates, in turn, raise the present, discounted value of future profits. Low inflation also reduces accounting distortions in profits. Right now, inflation looks low: The "core" inflation rate -- which excludes the volatile food and energy components -- was just 2.6% in December, well below the 4.4% it has averaged since 1957."
That's why I'm bored right now. Help me.

Let's all pretend that last blog just didn't happen. Let's remember that I was terribly ill and doped up on nyquil. Let us never again speak of said last blog.

Who wants to go running with me? Or at least encourage me to start running. My current bodily state is utterly unacceptable. Maybe I should eat somthing other than otter pops and s'mores muffins. Would that change things? Had some asparagus yesterday, that was step forward.

Does anyone out there know anyone completely charming and who would be irresistably attracted to me? Who isn't creepy and wouldn't ask me on double dates even when he has a girlfriend? Who wouldn't call up a girl he's stalked but never met and ask her on a date, and then linger after a gathering they have both attended? Wait. I don't like strangers calling me, so if anyone knows someone I would like but he called me before I ever knew him, I would immediately dismiss him as said action is creepy. Guess it's up to me to fine one then. That's discouraging.

Let's take a poll: Who thinks I should be less discriminating of boys?

Yes, it has occurred to me that my reader count is exactly 0, so I really am talking to no one. To an electronic void. I kind of like that though. I almost even hope it stays that way. As Kathleen says, goodnight, dear void.

Mermaids?

I just wrote a blog and then deleted it, because it did not suit my fancy. So. Attempt 2:

I have a secret desire that has existed since I was but a youngling: I want to be a mermaid. Don't ask me why, maybe the Disney movie corrupted me. It just always seemed so glamorous. Can you imagine, living in the ocean? So lovely and sparkling, and you would, effectively, be living in a swimming pool. Plus you'd have a tail. So then, imagine that, for some reason, it doesn't matter, you are turned into a human and live on land for at least a while. How much of your life would be different? Your underwater world could be as civilized as you like, but you still wouldn't know how to bathe, wash your hair, drive a car, write, you'd freak out when you saw a dog, and then: speech. You could live (underwater) a few nautical miles from the nearest shore town and even on the offchance you spoke the same language, you would still have different dialects, idiomatic phrases, and accents. Would you even speak underwater? If not, how would you communicate? Like the whales, with echolocation? Then why do mermaids have voiceboxes? Help me out, I need feedback and additional suggestions on all of this.