silliness

why i can never be one of those serious graceful composed girls (though i try so hard to be):

-in a funeral, in an awkward moment, i told the deceased's daughter: "metel ma wadda3teh tle2eh" (epression used in context of traveling, not death)

-even though i claim to know exactly where i am and where i want to go (and say it with such confidence) i admit that on more than one occasion, i don't know where the hell i'm planted even if the place is staring and yelling and screaming at me

-i make old mentor professors that i like think i've snubbed them in presentations and have them claim vociferously that "it's time for them to shut up and get a cookie" while they're the creators of the ground that i'm presenting on

-Blueberry (my car) looks like it's been savagely beaten on one side by a big bullysome truck with an angry driver but it's the column in my parking lot who is the bully and it's there every damn morning, just when the cute neighbor is leaving for work

-i don't know if my stove is in fahrenheits or celcius but i bake in it believing in god and auspicious things

-i put my carefully prepared 2 day solution-that-will-be-part-of-some-great-scientific-discovery in the cold room on the shaker for one hour, just like the protocol says. but i forget to start the shaker. then everyone wonders why there is this huge band there, but not here.

-i was going to talk about kidney but show liver tissue to the firing squad. thankfully i didn't. (cringe)

-my carefully matched brown bermudas and deep dark brown stockings were actually lovely brown bermudas with glaringly green stockings in normal light and unfortunately, in the hospital.

-in Hardees' grand opening in Beirut, after waiting hor hours for the mushroom swiss burger, there among 100,001 people, i'm the one who gets the burger with no meat

-the concierge spotted my face on his camera while i was loitering on the phone outside the building and came out carefully, armed with a stick, just now