I wish I could turn the opening bits of Many Moons into words and use them as a post title

Blegh. I hate it when I spend a long time thinking about saying things and then don't say anything, whether it's out loud or online. I've been doing it a lot lately, and it's making me kind of twitchy.

Things I've thought about making extended-ish posts on in the past week or two and haven't:

-Driving and my reaction to it (when my mother told the lady at the driving school that I had been "very excited about driving" and she didn't get why I'd broken down—over some other stuff, as it happened—and been unable to drive one of my scheduled times, I thought yes, if by 'excited' you mean 'oh fuck, I don't want to do this').

-How low-level ticked-off it makes me, lately, when someone sorts me under my dad's last name instead of my mother's (he's a great dad and all, but my mother's surname is nicer and quite honestly we all like her family a lot better than most of his). The guy at driving school kept sorting me under [dad's surname] and it bothered me just little enough to ignore, but finally on my second-to-last day, well, he kept me under [dad's surname] on the order-to-hand-back-tests list, but said [my first name] [mother's last name] when he called me. So that was pretty okay.

-My relationship with my given name, and with people using my name, when they don't have to, in general (have I ever actually said my given name on the internet since I started using Dreamwidth? I don't think so, even though it's free for the asking; it just hasn't been important).

-My misfortune, lately, with getting cakes out of their pans in one piece

-The things I've been reading

-The things I've been watching (read: Seirei no Moribito)

-How much I need to catch up on Natsume Yuujinchou

-How much I adore the local Indian/Pakistani grocery

-Fics and the (not) writing of.


Yeah, I think that's about it. *rolls up metaphorical sleeves* A'ight, let's get to it.