It's funny how things just kind of happen randomly in course of a day. There are people who later reflect and cite some form of ESP ("Oh, I had a *feeling* that was going to happen!"), but they are merely trying to realign their brain with onset of 'change'.

I really don’t enjoy the notion of 'change'. Perhaps a better sentence would be "I only welcome change when it I fully reap all of its benefits". People think that change is pretty unpredictable… and sometimes it is. But the majority of change begins to creep towards you long before the shockwave hits and it's denial that keeps the mind from catching on.

So when my best friend told me that she was engaged via text-message, I should've shrugged. However, my brain did that little dance it does when the shockwave hits in time to melodic wave of The Tea Party (and in the spirit of 'randomness', I unknowingly received my floor ticket about two hours prior to the show). I was surprised, but not really surprised as one can imagine... saw it coming from a mile away really. Yet, there my brain was, slithering in my skull like a sadistic little Dali painting.

The first time it really boogeyed was a few years ago when love-interest #44455 told me online that he was getting married. After that, I vowed that I would stay away from messenger-services for catch-ups and opt for the traditional 'coffee' instead. At least when the person is face-to-face you can't take twenty minutes to respond in a really shitty fashion, usually along the lines of, "Wow, how do you feel?" *insert error buzzer* or... no, actually I haven't really progressed past the first option before. Methinks that it is time for me to make up some new random responses for the 2005 engagement season. Something really witty, yet meaningful with a touch of class.

Or I could just smile and nod :-)

On another occasion my brain decided that the boogey was so 1990's and opted for a break dance in its stead. I was listening to Doctor Worm by They Might Be Giants, when my phone danced across the table as if to say, "Hey hey, I may dance like shit, but I can mess with your head". Another close friend thought they'd let me know that they were also officially 'off the market' and had joined the land of rock-hard cakes and buck's/hen's nights which are always too short for their own good. Out of the blue came the message and out of the blue my brain rolled over and played dead. I waited for it to waltz, to jive, to do the freakin' Macarena... but nothing happened. I stood up, walked for five minutes until I reached a nice park bench and watched the pigeons take up the dance. About an hour or two later a close uni friend sat next to me and wondered why I hadn't made it to class. As my brain was busy adjusting to the 'new world order', it automatically launched into another time zone, where the tutorial existed two hours after the original universe's version.

About twenty minutes later, the author of the announcement pretty much received the same message as I sent last night:

Wow... so, how do you feel?

ASIDE: One year ago today, an idiot savant named Anni typed her first entry.