Keep 'em Guessing

I arrived home to a white catalog envelope with a clear window that makes that crinkley sound if you so much as look at it the wrong way. I didn't have to guess what was inside; in capital letters it shouted "WELCOME TO USC."

Such an envelope usually makes people jump all over their furniture and scream with delight, for me, it is the official symbol of change.

Change makes me nervous. I said it. Okay? I have a lot to do in the next few months and panic is settling over me like a twitch from two nights without sleep. There has to be a way that I can get my stuff together in time to go to California in the fall but right now all I can see is my life puzzle missing twenty-five percent of the pieces.

That said, I got an application for a fat scholarship from Lionsgate and I remember that this school is my portal to legitimacy. So I need to just calm down and map out the next few months of sleepless nights and ridiculous days.

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On an unrelated note, one of my coworkers made a joke about having a hand transplant of a murderer and for some reason that triggered a feeling that I had seen it in a movie or read it in a book before. Of course I tried to Google it, "hands of a murderer transplant strangle," because that is what one types in, of course, when one is trying to find an obscure allusion to a great work of fiction or biography/documentary(?!?!?).

So I should have guessed it but that idea is everywhere. Some dude even wrote an article about the transplanted limb as a trope. It apparently goes back at least as far as the Brothers Grimm but probably farther. I think the reason it seemed fresh was that the Live Episode of 30 Rock did it with John Hamm. Although this diversion was informative, when an older co-worker and I were looking for resource images I opened the window with that search. "Oh, that's a weird thing to look up, huh?" was my response to the awkwardness and I just moved on to the next search.

I often feel like I have to explain myself. That confuses folks because I occasionally engage in weirdness. Well, it might be more accurate to say "regularly." My motto? Keep 'em guessing.