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Waiting for myself

So I should really stop starting blog entries with "so". I always do that, don't I?

Anyway, I have this thing. A fantasy, maybe. That one day, in my lifetime, time travel will be possible. Although, it probably won't be for a long long while. And so, even if a common person like moi would be able to time travel, I would be an old lady and going back to the sixties would be no fun because I'd be like "hey, look, it's Jim Morrison, let's hang out!" and he'd be like "no way, man, you're a square" and it just wouldn't work out.

I was watching "Daydream Believers" the other day because somehow I found out that this guy in "Paradise Falls" who seemed vaguely familiar was in it. Then the other day I was dreaming and was like "he plays the guy in the first scene — 'you're sure this has never been done before?' 'no, never'". So then I woke up and was like "whoa, did I dream that, or did I just suddenly remember that last night when I was falling asleep? No matter, I shall watch the movie today!" and then I did and then I was right.

So I ended up watching like half of the movie before I realized I wasn't planning on watching any of it except for the first scene, but then you have the next scene with Van who always has the best clothes and I'm like saying every word along with it, and it just kind of went from there.

But what I realized, during the "Last Train to Clarksville" scene was that they did really good on the fonts. The sign plastered on the train was in Hobo, which is the font used for the THE in the logo. And there were a couple other nicely chosen fonts.

But what I actually realized was that The Monkees were like in their twenties and all these little thirteen year old girls are screaming at them and wanting to tear their clothes off and they can't even, you know, do anything about that, even if they wanted to. Umm. Yeah. I'm rather fond of my mind, because it thinks of things like that randomly.

Like, yesterday I went to my friend Kristen's house, who I haven't seen for like two years, but we were like really good friends since forever, because she was the first person I met when I moved here and my grade three teacher was like "Kristen, Rebecca, why don't you show Jenny around?". So yeah, we watched "Sweeney Todd" which (spoilers, I guess) is about a barber who kills people and a pie maker who bakes them into pies. And I was randomly like "hmm, I wonder how many pies would one body make?". (/spoilers) And then she played some songs on her guitar and sang, and it amazes me every time I hear her, she always gets better and better. And then we played "Guitar Hero" and I didn't totally suck except when I tried "Message in a Bottle" on medium and only got 14% of the notes and was booed off in like 30 seconds. But other than that, I got 80s and 90s on easy mode and mostly 70s in medium, which was way better than I expected.

But then when I was watching the movie, I realized, god, *I* would have been one of those screaming thirteen year old girls. Well, minus the screaming. And I'm like, how terrible was that for them? I mean, sure, The Monkees had an older young audience as well, but the vast majority were just little girls! I kind of understand the frustration of being in The Monkees a little more now that I'm older.

So it's just the same. The Monkees don't want to hang out with little girls, nor do they want to hang out with old ladies. And so, that is why my future old lady time-traveling-able self will one day travel back in time, not to the sixties, but to the 00s, and take the young me, who can properly enjoy myself, back to the sixties with her. And then the seventies and eighties, and what the heck, even the nineties. We're going to be busy.

But the thing is, she hasn't come yet. And so, that makes it kind of difficult to go back in time.

But I figure, well, she'll have lived through my entire life, and she'll know when the best time to come and pick me up is. I guess now isn't the right time. And sure, I can dig that. When I was thirteen, I thought that was the right time, but I obviously know now it wasn't. And while I think, yeah, I'm ready to go now, I'm probably wrong.

Of course, then there's the whole, well, if I'm going off time traveling, I'll need to leave at a time that I can actually disappear for awhile without anyone noticing. And when could that be? I don't know the exact properties of time travel, like does time here stop while I'm time traveling? If so, then I could just kidnap myself while I'm at school one day and go gallivant around in the last century then come back and go to class and no one would be any wiser.

It's a kind of "Bill and Ted" thing, the way I view time travel. I intend to bring myself back in time, so it must happen, I just have to remember to do it in the future. Like, right now, I want an ice cream. If in the future, I remember this exact date and time and where I am right now, and I travel back in time to the present and put an ice cream in front of me, then I should theoretically be eating an ice cream right now.

But of course, I don't really want an ice cream, and even if I did, I wouldn't travel back in time just to give myself an ice cream. Time traveling might take a lot of energy and stuff, and I'm not gonna waste it for a dairy dessert.