I'm being honest here when I say I am okay with kids. Not great, but okay.

However, since several of them have taken to asking me questions everytime I leave my house, I'm starting to really hate them. Well, small blessing that they're so far, only harrassing me and not anyone else related to me.

When you point a finger, three fingers point right back at you.

 I stand by what my Grandma said on rumors. And on what to say. I still don't believe any of it. Not that it matters because I don't actually really know any of the people in question, but that's not a reason to believe it.

My grandma, rest her soul, once told me two things. The first one was that if you can't say anything nice, don't say it at all. And the second was that if someone wants to tell you something important, it'll come from their mouth and their mouth only, and until it does, you don't believe a word coming from someone else. 

Which is why I've never bought into gossip magazines, and why I never will. They're an invasion of privacy...and that's just the beginning.

Normally I don't mark the new year, but I feel this one's worth noting. It totally has nothing to do with the fact that I turn twenty one in a week or so. Nope, nothing to do with it all.

Overheard today while Christmas shopping:

"How do we wrap the goose again?"

Yeah, I'm gonna assume that was about the method of cooking a goose. 

Even though I was in a department store.

Holy crap. What the hell happened last week? Or would I be better off not knowing the details and moving on? There are some things I think I'm probably better off knowing, anyway.

For some reason, the girl who runs the music here has taken to playing this one song over and over. It's some obscure song by that girl who did "Tick Tock" or something. It's so damn catchy, and it's about aliens... or something. I don't know, but it's in my head and I can't get it out. 

I'm afraid that if I open my mouth I'll start singing at any minute. I would wear earplugs,  but that doesn't work when you work in a public place. I think it's gonna be like, "Here's your change- *robots found water laalaa laa*- please come again!"

You know, it's really funny how you sometimes don't appreciate things until you stop to look at them. When I was a little kid, my grandmother would take us out some nights and teach us the constellations. She didn't really know the stories behind them, she just pointed 'em out, and I still remember them. I was looking out the window tonight and I caught sight of her favorite one, the dolphin. She always thought it was funny that it was called that, because she thought it looked more like a kite that somebody'd lost- and I didn't really see that until now for some reason. The mind of a kid, hey? I miss her so much.