I'm not quite sure where to start this rant. I have it in my head but it doesn't have a real beginning. Or it does, but it's a lead-in from another mental rant that I haven't quite figured out how to begin and isn't particularly tied together well. That rant is sort of about how we use our LJs... some people use them as records of what actually happened to them; some people are doing profound rants or just general rants. I've noticed that I've just been using it to get out of my head whatever needs out-getting-- and that those things tend to be very small.
It might be because I've got enough of a life that I don't much have time to think about really deep, big, important things like the state of humanity. It might be because I've done so much thinking and talking about it already that I don't have much left to say. It might be because it's incredibly depressing and I'm not up for being depressing this week. But whyever I've stopped thinking about big things, I'm still rather surprised that my friends haven't killed me yet. We usually attempt to be an intelligent group, but I've cut out the big picture of the world (after at least two years of getting fed up that no one sees it anyway) in favor of little, tiny things. And I've become incredibly inept at noticing obvious things.
I realized quite how spastic I am earlier this week at lunch sometime. In the band room, there's this rather large picture of Matt W--this being a different Matt from the one I ever talk to or about-- hanging on the wall nearly directly in my line of vision. It's made up of many sheets of computer paper, each with a small bit of the photo on it, taped to the wall. It's rather odd and generally considered to be noticeable, as far as I can tell. I didn't notice it was there until it was pointed out to me, after a week or two of spending lunch in the band room.
I have, however, noticed how Matt--this being the Matt with the pretty long blond hair again--plays with his hair all the time. It's fun to watch--he tilts his head to the side, and reaches one hand up over the back of his neck and starts finger-combing it all over one shoulder, and just keeps on doing that for awhile. So I noticed that he did that, but didn't notice it when I picked up the mannerism until about three days later when I sort of went "That's not comfortable; why am I doing that? And when did I start doing that?"
So anyway, I'm freakish...
In other news, Les Miz was good, and my mother got a job. Whee!
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