yesterday i was talking with my friend jason (who incidentally deserves endless love and style points for coming up with the iPod name Kathleen Turner Overdrive) about how i was adjusting to the new house and having a roommate. i think i told him that it was a bit of adjustment. i haven’t been sleeping very well because i have the slip, slidey bed that is going to tip me into the ocean. also, i’ve been sleeping on the wrong side of the slip slidey bed. usually i am a sleep closest to the door kind of girl, but lately i’ve become a sleep closer to the window kind of girl. for some reason this development disturbs me.

also, it’s been hard getting used to having someone around all the time. especially, when that someone is your youngest sister, sister #4.

now i love sister #4. i really dig our house. it’s good for me to live with someone else even though i see it as a pain my ass a lot of the time. it is really easy for me to give in to my tendency to become Hermitina O’Solitude. also, it’s just good for me to learn how to live with people again. i feel a little like you know Tarzan or someone who was raised by wolves and now is being acclimated into real human life all over again.

however. i must protest.

she never shuts up. ever. last week Dooce called her husband “His Talkness Who Talks A Lot Every Day With The Talking”. i think perhaps mr. armstrong and sister #4 might be related somehow somewhere. because she could very easily be Her Royal talkness who talks every day with the all the talking.

i know this will come as a real surprise to a lot of people who know me. in fact, it cracks most of my friends right up. because i am generally she who talks entirely too much. and i am, in general, when i am out and about with people. but when i am at home, i am she who does not talk so much. i am a thinker at home. i am, she who talks to herself because she needs to think.

sister #4 doesn’t get this. because she likes to talk. she likes to talk about every thought that flits through her mind.

i am not like that. at least not when i am at home. i like to be quiet. i like to write. i like to read books. i like to watch reruns of Little House on the Prairie. and i like to do all this while being perfectly silent (though i keep an internal monologue constantly running my head).

of course, i also like to sit in the green comfy chair with my iPod on and then randomly belt out lyrics. so there’s that.

we are slowly finding a way towards peace– she who talks a lot and she who wants her to shut the fuck up. mostly, because sister #4 is on to my game. and it goes a little something like this:

“blah, blah, blahj, blahblah, blah blah,” she’ll say. “blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.”
“mmmhmmm,” i’ll say.
“blah blah blah blah blah blalalalla blah blah,” she’ll say. “blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. BLAH BLAH BLAH, blah blah blah?”
“mmhmmm,” i’ll say.
“Blah blah blah?” she’ll ask.
“i’m sorry, i wasn’t listening.”
“you don’t listen often, do you?”
“nope.”
“you just tell me what i want to hear, don’t you?”
“yep.”
“well, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.”