Saturday, August 29, 2009

Really. It's nothing.

WARNING: The following is even more about nothing than anything I've ever written before. I repeat, it has absolutely no point. None. So now you know.

Regardless of the range of thoughts varying from panic to nonchalance about my badly infected ear that have been pretty nigh completely occupying my mind (and my time), there have occasionally been other things coursing through the wide open highways of my brain as well. There really have been. Although, apparently none of them have been about mixing my metaphors or contradicting myself in one single sentence. Huh.

Yeah, right. Like you haven't been fiddling with the ear every second you get trying to see whether it's "getting any better," and are probably making it a lot worse with the variety of germs from you mouse and keyboard alone? Puleeze. Give me a fokken break. 

I have actually been thinking about other stuff too! I have. It's just that I'm a little worried. I think that's only understandable? And I haven't been fiddling with my ear. I'm moving the stud back and forth. Like the guy said.

The stud.... Hahahahahahaaaa.... Have you been fiddling with your stud? Moving your stud back and forth?.... hahahahahahahaaaa


Well, Yeah. Okay. But you did stumble into this one all on your own accord. No accident or universe at work here. You went ahead and got those piercings because your little heart so desired, and then talked about the 'stud'. Double whammy.

I know. I know. Don't you think I know? And don't you think...

Naah. I'm done. I am. What I actually wanted to say is how I've been thinking about some interesting things lately.

Again? And when you say interesting, do you by any chance mean like that time you took a photo of some stuff from your trash can and wrote about that? because that was definitely something, but I'm not sure interesting would be the right way to describe it.

No, not again. And when I say interesting, I mean interesting. What exactly was wrong with the trash post?

Hello? Am I the only one with some brain power here? 



You wont write again about.... CORN.... will you? Because I'm not sure I could handle that again.

What? Corn will always be there. In the background. So quit it. But no, that won't be my main focus this time. I have actually been thinking about some interesting stuff. You know, the world, the earth, and such.

Oh, so nothing much?

Just give it a rest, and let me say my piece. Right after I've been to the bathroom to check in the mirror whether the swelling has gone down. I'll be right back.

Yup, the change is remarkable. FROM 30 SECONDS AGO. You are insane! Just relax already woman. You are being just a tad paranoid. Don't you think? 

What exactly is it that you wanted to say?

Err... You really think the swelling's gone done? Really? 


Please just tell me. It does look like it's gone down, doesn't it. I knew the antibiotics would work. I just knew it. Oh wow, and I've been so fokken freaked out. And completely felt like I wanted to bang my head against the wall if it wasn't for the pounding pain, already on the right side of my head doing all sorts of punching the inside of my scull all by its lonesome.

I am so relieved. Thanks.

Ah, ...err... I was being sarcastic. 

But you know, I don't think you should be so worried. Really.

What? I'm trying to be serious here and you just make fun of me. I'm trying to talk to you about some serious stuff. Some world and earth stuff, and you just make jokes. Good splinter of a personality you are. I have actually been pondering about some serious questions, while you have just been thinking up means things to say.

You're just mean! You are.


And that, my dear readers, is the sick and paranoid Extranjera slamming the door to the subconscious on us (or possibly Batman decking the bad guy, but that could just be the fever talking), and when she locks that door and decides to sit with her back against it and sulk, there's just really no getting through to her.

Too bad the subconscious is also where the wine cellar's located. She may never resurface.

But wait! Our saving grace: The subconscious has no coffee! She'll be out by Monday.

Have a good weekend y'all. See you on Monday again!


Not So Glamorous Housewife said...

Wow, I couldn't sleep well last night as I tossed and turned agonizing as to weather I should get up a half hour early so that I could have straight hair tomorrow rather than curly. It is difficult and now you have me thinking I could write a whole post on it. Hmmmm.....

Anonymous said...

wow, your post has opened up a entire new world of possible blog subjects...hehelol :)

kristine said...

you actually have a fever because of this thing? wow. i hope you feel better....

I like the idea of the wine cellar being located in your subconscious.

monica said...

Talk about being paranoid ughh...So it's fever on the surface now.
The kind of stuff you choose to post is completely bizzare and i think this is what attracts the readers.
Kudos to "The Goddess of BLoggers "

Get well soon :)

PS: The coffee looks amazing.

Optimistic Pessimist said...

thank god for the coffee.

Just Jules said...

so is it ok that I didn't read any of the pointlessness? Feeling very pointless already. Just came over to look at pictures, kind of like skimming a magainzine - if you will. Soaking up your random energy.

Trying to make a return to the blogosphere.... I hope.

omchelsea said...

ergh. Yuk. Fever is NOT cool. ANd coffee is not a food group. Don't get me wrong: I like my lattes as much as the next girl, but caffeine is not your feverish friend.

Isabella said...

Hey, I just found your blog and it's very interesting. I just like to say that you're very, very lucky. You have the incredible opportunity to travel the world and I envy you! :)

And about your infected ear- I had one too, I think (well, it was really, really itchy and red) and then I used warm/hot water with non-iodised sea salt and it did wonders! Really, try it- check it out on the internet! :)


Judearoo said...

Award - and cake - waiting for you on my new blog, ma dear. Hope the ear is on the mend.

Lacedbackwards said...

wow my subconsouce has to be put in a stray jacket and a padded room for me to talk to it... or isa that the other way around? yes i am that hyper

Chef E said...

I love the beginning to the end...or is it...ended...

I still fiddle with my ears...habits, or idle our brains...