Last night I went to bed early (12:30 is early for me), and wound up waking up at 7:30 this morning. I still felt tired, but I couldn’t fall back asleep and wound up laying awake until about 11:30. Then I still don’t know how long I would have slept, had Melody not called me around 3. I was asleep when I answered, but before I knew it—BAM!—I was phone-shopping with her. I picked out the colour of a shirt she got and the picture on her new apartment key. Or… she took my recommendations, anyway. It’s my compensation for not getting to be her puppy or her two-years-younger twin brother anymore.
…and then I say things like that and the part of me that is my real name (as opposed to Reeser) just shakes her head and goes back to reading or whatever she is doing while Reeser is talking. *thoughtful* You know, I don’t really have multiple personalities. Just… the remnants of that Reeser persona that I created for myself 8 years ago.
How sad that the original version of Reeser died. Well, maybe I ought to not be sad about that. It was for the best.
Anyway, Melody and I had some good conversation. And by “good”, I mean that they amused me. Mostly she gives me detailed accounts of things she’s looking at in Wal-Mart or the dollar store, or tells me the prices of things and how long it takes her to drive from her new apartment to her workplace (I have never seen either place, since I haven’t visited in over a year). But… I try to make it entertaining. Here are some excerpts:
Reeser: Hmm. I should get out of bed. I’m supposed to be at something that starts at six, and Chris is going to be here around five… he’ll be annoyed that I’m in the shower when he gets here.
Melody: Well, I dun want you to get in trouble. So… you should get up now.
Reeser: I will. I don’t even know if I want to go now, anyway.
Melody: Where are you goin’?
Reeser: I said we’d come to a Christmas party for the bible study. I don’t think I want to go.
Melody: Aaw, but you might have fun!
Reeser: No I won’t. I don’t like people. I have more fun by myself. You sound like a zombie when you say “aaw” like that. Are you sure you aren’t a zombie? I think I like the idea of having zombies as my closest friends…
Melody: *laughs.ignores zombie question* Silly, you don’t mean that.
Reeser: Oh, don’t I?
Melody: Aaw… no you don’t. You should go. And… be nice. You’ll have fun.
Reeser: You needn’t tell me to be nice. I’m always nice to other people. I’m wonderful.
Melody: Oh, I know you are. You’re an angel!
Reeser: *laughs* Of course I am! That’s why my friends are the un-dead.
Melody: Well, you could go to a movie.
Reeser: I was thinking of going to one by myself.
Melody: By yourself?!
Melody: Aaw, why?
Reeser: Because. I don’t like other people. Remember?
Melody: That’s not true. You like me. And Chris. Why don’t you go with him?
Reeser: Because it was a scary movie that I wanted to see. He doesn’t like them because they scare him. Plus… there’s always the issue of who will pay. I have money for me to go, but I don’t know if he does, and I don’t have enough for him.
Melody: Well, as long as you aren’t being all anti-social.
Reeser: Me? Never. I never try to destroy society.
Plus, she told me she went someplace with Denny (her real brother) and he ordered a drink for her where they mix the drink, and put a piece of cotton candy in it to dissolve, and then—ta-da!—it tastes like cotton candy. I don’t remember the drink’s name, but she sounded so amazed. It made me laugh.
Personally, I would have just wanted the cotton candy alone… but that’s probably because I don’t drink.
Other things from today:
Chris and I did go to the Christmas party (why did I almost type Halloween?? My other self must be thinking about it… I really want to watch the Nightmare Before Christmas. Maybe I will do it tomorrow?) and it was kind of fun. I am SO good at Mad Gab. As long as you don’t make me be the coach. Then I suck at it.
I was terrible at the movie-shouting-out-answers game. I don’t recall what the name of that one actually was. It wasn’t a Scene It though… but I sucked at it. I didn’t know any answers at all and sat in a quiet, thoughtful stupor on the couch with their tiny dog curled up next to me.
Their little girl (I don’t remember her name or how old she is… but she doesn’t talk) came up to me and wiped cheese-puff flavouring on my arm. And gave me the black plastic inside of the Mad Gab box as a gift. And wanted me to talk on her toy phone. Little kids are funny, but I don’t know how to react to them. They can’t talk! What do you do with a tiny human that doesn’t talk? I have no idea…
See why I don’t want to have children? I’ll have to make up things for them to say…
On the way home, Chris let me pick the music. I played The Awakening version of The Safety Dance, and Chris was actually kind of excited when it started (apparently he knows that song?) and said he wouldn’t make fun of it because “not even Ashton Nyte can ruin The Safety Dance!”
We got about 45 seconds into it before Chris changed his mind to “what did you [Ashton] do to this song?!” He didn’t like it so much, but sang along anyway, and I thought that was really funny. I like the song a lot. Who cares if it’s a 10-year-old cover of a song I have never heard? Not meeeee…
What else? Hmm… oh, yes. Ever read the inserts on CD cases? You totally should. You miss out on some funny things when you don’t read them.
Today one of my late Christmas presents came in. A CD from an industrial/goth band called Lost-in-Place. I like it so far, and I’m amazed that iTunes actually recognized the CD as “industrial”, but that’s not what I wanted to tell you. I was looking at the 2-page insert, and read this under the album credits:
[brief mention of the Executive Producer]
“RM Ramlow – Everything Else (Producer, Rec. Engineer, Mixing, Songwriting, all vocals & all instrumentals. And yes, that does include the “female” vocals. Pitchshifters are wonderful toys).”
That made me laugh. Pitchshifters are wonderful toys, as I found out in my audio and radio production classes. At least now I don’t have to wonder what happened to the rest of the band, since there is no mention of anyone else, anywhere. Kind of like Joy Electric and The Awakening/Ashton Nyte. Although… Ronnie Martin is pretty up-front about Joy electric being a one-musician act. Ashton just credits everything to himself (how conceited is that?).
I think what I don’t get about either of them is that they have their main projects that both of them do most (if not all) of the songwriting for, but then they both have “solo” projects! Why on earth would you have a solo-project if you’re already a mostly solo-artist? Reeser understands it not.
Anyway… enough of my rambling about nothing. I think I will go and maybe find some food, since all I have had since Sunday at 8pm-ish, is a slice of pizza, a cookie, and a few bites of iced cream. I should probably eat sometimes. And sleep. I should do that, too. Only… do it as though I actually live in EST. It’s that or move to Africa or the Middle East, where I will be up in the early morning, rather than at 2 pm or later!
Reeser: Hi. Can I talk to Chris?
Chris: *laughs* Um, this is Chris.
Reeser: Oh. You don’t sound like Chris. Do you know who this is?
Reeser: Well, I just wanna check that it’s really you, so… tell me something that only Chris would know.
Chris: Something that only I would know? Umm—oh! That your soul mate is that guy from The Awakening because he has a mole under his arm just like you do.
Reeser: Um… wow. *bursts out laughing* That was the best you could come up with? That, and not something about our relationship or something? I’m really sorry, Chrisface. You’ve obviously been brooding on this for a while…
Chris: I have not!
(…and that was the original conversation where Chris started hating Ashton Nyte. I should really not have messed with Chris that time!)