Al-u-min-um (or ways to annoy the anal Swede in your life.)

I'm feeling restless and somewhat unhappy. And bored. Overly warm (because M turned the a/c up (or down.. I never worked out what you're supposed to say about changing the temperature, really) when I mentioned being cold an hour or so ago.) And also, I'm thirsty. I made Magnus laugh until he cried the other day because I told him that earlier in the day, I'd been vaguely restless, so I wandered around the house looking for something to do and feeling very bleh and not knowing how to fix it. So I stopped and made myself really feel. And I realized that the clearest thing in my life right then was that I was very thirsty. So I fixed myself something to drink. I'm not sure why he laughed so hard when I got to this point in the story (and yes, it is the conclusion) but he certainly did. It's not actually very funny, so I think that sometimes he just humors me. Speaking of which, it was very irritating because the subject of continental drift came up tonight in reference to how long his computer takes to boot and I realized that he had made a joke with that phrase that was friggin' hilarious a couple of years ago, and I can't remember what it was. Isn't it annoying when you forget funny stuff? And as a side note, it's also annoying when you know that there was something funny, you remember the story, and you know that retelling it will ruin it and make people think you're insane. Like aluminum. Known for its density. See? That's not funny, either.

I have a somewhat warped sense of humor, which I tend to forget about these days. I've finally met some people who share it, you see, and so it doesn't bother me much anymore.. except when I say something funny to like, my family, and they don't get it and then I rememeber that they just have no sense of humor whatsoever. At least not a good one, like mine. And if you add this to the fact that I have no sense of popular culture at all, it can lead to somewhat humorous situations. (I don't even want to talk about Kevlar donuts. Really. Shut up already.) You might think I'm kidding, but before I got married, I didn't know what the difference between the Beatles, the Rolling Stones and the Beach Boys was. I still can't recognize the members of Abba--or know any of their names--and I never watched Miami Vice/MacGyver/Dynasty/Mash/Dawson's Creek/That 70s Show/The Waltons/Happy Days/Buffy/Sex and the City. Wouldn't it be excellent to give some examples of what I mean by humorous situations caused by these two things? Yes, I thought so, too, but my husband is currently tapping his fingers loudly on the desk and clicking the "Refresh" button on his browser (Opera, naturally), waiting for this entry to be posted because I told him I just needed to finish it up before bedtime. Anyway, these are somewhat superficial as examples anyway, but it's all I could come up with on the spur of the rambly moment. I was just always the bookish one with no common sense. I actually have more common sense now than I did before I went to college, which seems to be somewhat unusual, but it didn't really have anything to do with the institution, because they certainly didn't inspire in me a logical sense of how to go through life. My dear husband is unusually and oddly logical, though, and it's rubbed off on me a little bit. At the very least, I can throw made-up statistics into any given argument now with ease.