I'm not singing

2002-12-19 - 9:23 p.m.

I got an e-mail from Griff this afternoon. Turns out Griff from BookCrossing is not the Griff I knew. This Griff is short for Griffin which is his middle name. Sigh. Oh well. I mentioned that I knew Griff 9 years ago, but I didn't mention that Griff is also 9 years older than me. Do you know what that means? That means that now I am the same age that he was when I knew him. That's hard to imagine. He seemed so...old. Well, no, not old...but I can't think of the right word...how about "adult?" Thinking back I can understand him better now than I did then. Then when I thought of him I thought of an adult. But I still don't think of myself as an adult, so maybe then he didn't think of himself as an adult either. I used to wonder when I would stop thinking of myself as a kid. I think that transformation happened sometime this year. So the answer is when you're 23. But even though I don't think of myself as a kid, I still don't think of myself as an adult. I'm stuck in no man's land, I guess.

I was thinking some more about Disney's Haunted Mansion's singing busts today. If you didn't catch it earlier, my singing bust comparison can be found here. I was thinking, you know, even though someone was projecting an image of singing faces onto these busts, it's really the busts' fault that everyone thinks they're singing. They're just sitting there, passive and blank. If they actually stood up and said, "Damn it, I'm not singing!" then everyone would realize the trick that was being played and what the truth is.

I got an e-mail today stating that two of the items I ordered from Amazon have been shipped. All the other items have not yet been shipped. I sure hope those things get here in time for Christmas. I ordered the 2 day shipping instead of the regular shipping even though they said that regular shipping would get stuff here in time for Christmas because I was afraid it wouldn't get here in time. And now here I am still worrying about it.

Today I was also thinking about boyfriends. You know, they are so convenient. Whenever you need something there's someone there to help you out. For example, "I'm hungry, let's go grab some dinner." Boyfriend comes running right over. "I need to carry some heavy boxes down to my car." Boyfriend comes running right over. "There's a party tonight and I need an escort." Boyfriend comes running right over. "I really need a hug." Boyfriend comes running right over. I miss that.