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Nov. 20th, 2002 03:53 pm"Is someone actually playing the recorder, or am I going crazy?" I heard Michele ask as she came up the stairs.
"No," I said, "I actually am playing the recorder!"
"Oh good," she said. "I'm not going crazy."
I laughed. But I really have no idea how funny this is.
"Have you ever had one of those days when you're so tired and you never really wake up, and so you go to class all day but you think you're dreaming?"
"Yes!" I said. "I'm having one of those days myself!"
"Because I have had dreams about going to class before! So it's not that strange. And you start wondering if you're actually awake and, if you're not, you should really get up and go to class, because you can't miss this one!" She went on like this for a while, about her saying everything she thinks and how dangerous it is for her internal monologue to be out there for everyone to see today. She was telling me about looking at cats' brains (she's a biology major/psych minor, so this isn't remarkable) and how surreal that was. I wish I had a real recorder because Michele was quite entertaining, and I can't hope to transcribe all that stuff. I'm no stenographer! (Which is a shame, because everyone loves stenographers. Or is it "everyone laughs at stenographers"?)
Now she's telling our cats how dumb they are. She says she cannot look at them the same way again, now that she knows what their brains are actually like. "Holly, seriously, a rat's brain is more evolutionarily developed than these guys'," she said.
"I already thought our cats were dumb," I said. "And evil!" (I caught myself doing it again, pronouncing it "ee-vill" instead of "ee-vul." You can chalk it up to Matthew's influence if you want, but it sounds cooler that way.)
"Their brains look evil, too," Michele said. I laughed. I believe it!
Jenn says T.S. Eliot said in one of his poems that a cat will tell you its third name. This was after she decided that our cats, usually refered to as Schrodinger (or Schrody) and Alerick, are actually officially named Schrodinger Entropy Evil and Alerick Darren Evil. The names fit them well. It's what she calls them when she's really mad, the way my mom called my brother and I by all three of our names when she thought we were bad.
"No," I said, "I actually am playing the recorder!"
"Oh good," she said. "I'm not going crazy."
I laughed. But I really have no idea how funny this is.
"Have you ever had one of those days when you're so tired and you never really wake up, and so you go to class all day but you think you're dreaming?"
"Yes!" I said. "I'm having one of those days myself!"
"Because I have had dreams about going to class before! So it's not that strange. And you start wondering if you're actually awake and, if you're not, you should really get up and go to class, because you can't miss this one!" She went on like this for a while, about her saying everything she thinks and how dangerous it is for her internal monologue to be out there for everyone to see today. She was telling me about looking at cats' brains (she's a biology major/psych minor, so this isn't remarkable) and how surreal that was. I wish I had a real recorder because Michele was quite entertaining, and I can't hope to transcribe all that stuff. I'm no stenographer! (Which is a shame, because everyone loves stenographers. Or is it "everyone laughs at stenographers"?)
Now she's telling our cats how dumb they are. She says she cannot look at them the same way again, now that she knows what their brains are actually like. "Holly, seriously, a rat's brain is more evolutionarily developed than these guys'," she said.
"I already thought our cats were dumb," I said. "And evil!" (I caught myself doing it again, pronouncing it "ee-vill" instead of "ee-vul." You can chalk it up to Matthew's influence if you want, but it sounds cooler that way.)
"Their brains look evil, too," Michele said. I laughed. I believe it!
Jenn says T.S. Eliot said in one of his poems that a cat will tell you its third name. This was after she decided that our cats, usually refered to as Schrodinger (or Schrody) and Alerick, are actually officially named Schrodinger Entropy Evil and Alerick Darren Evil. The names fit them well. It's what she calls them when she's really mad, the way my mom called my brother and I by all three of our names when she thought we were bad.