I ramble like a madman sometimes. Oftentimes. How is "oftentimes" a word? I don't know, but I kind of like it.
Okay, so I don't ramble like that very often. That was what was running through my head, though, just to give you an idea of what it's like up there. If I'm ever sitting anywhere and giggle a little, I can guarantee you that 80% of the time it has nothing to do with anything going on around me. Or it may have started there but went down the rabbit hole to a completely different topic. My point is I have very random thoughts that just make me giggle with no warning regardless of the situation. If I somehow became a homeless person, I would be the one staring at the sidewalk giggling and talking to myself about complete nonsense. I do that sometimes now, and I'm definitely not homeless.
Sometimes I post things that make me laugh. These are things that I made up and thought made sense and were funny. Apparently, however, sometimes they don't make sense. Prime example: I posted a status that said something to the effect of, "This week is crawling by so slowly. Look, Tuesday just went out the door." Some background on this: It was Wednesday. When my husband got home, he asked what I was talking about on the status. I said, "It's literally crawling by! Tuesday just got out the door! It's Wednesday!! Don't you get it?!" He did not. At least, he didn't appreciate the humor.
I have a silly and random sense of humor. I find things like this hysterically funny. Also, I love Cake Wrecks. My husband just doesn't get it sometimes. He looks at me like I've lost all sense of reason. However, I should point out that he still thinks it's funny when I fart. All I have to say to that is: boys.
So...I honestly forgot what I was talking about. Now that I look at the title, it mentions rambling. Ah, yes. Now, I used to follow my train of thought quite a bit. I was fascinated by how I got from one subject to the next, because they would normally be completely unrelated. Once I followed that train, I discovered that it made perfect sense. To me, anyway. I connect random things. I don't do the following thing very often anymore; it probably lost its glitz and glamour. Or maybe the fact that it had glitz and glamour in the first place is what convinced me to give it up. I'm a tomboy. Regardless, I can switch subjects pretty quickly if I get 2 seconds to be distracted and hitch a ride on the train.
Talking runs in my family (*cough*Mama Jo*cough*), even though I walked before I talked and apparently never stopped moving as a child. The talking came later, probably somewhere in college. Of course, I still tend to keep quiet - until I get a pen or keyboard. Then I can't shut up.
Speaking of, I need to shut up now, because I have to run to class. Not literally run, I'm not late yet. Which reminds me, I need to get back to running...
