That Other Strange Day...

Yes, I for one have abnormal days. Now my definition, to be more precise, is that an abnormal day is one that would appear to include your normal routine, where nothing actually exciting happens but at the same time all of those normal things are twisted and changed to become deformed and somewhat strange moments that literally make you think 'Excuse me Saturday!' or whatever day of the week it is.

As you can probably guess, I had [by my own previously stated definition] an abnormal day on either Friday or Saturday.

It started with nothing exceptional, I got up relatively early to do my art, got bored and started a conversation with my mother and then KABAM! Out of nowhere our conversation that was so basic that I cannot even remember what it was turned into a Hooray competition...

There are two things at this point that must be explained. Firstly, I would say that my sisters and I get our strangeness off my mum. This is something that she would strongly deny. Secondly, a hooray competition definition for you...

A Hooray Competition [AHC]: If you and the person you are conversing with have a mutual bond over something that pops up in your conversation, one of you chants hooray and then you both take it in turns getting louder and louder until you get bored...

So I'm not entirely sure what it was that started this AHC but it happened. This led to our dog, Honey staring at us until we eventually decided to go back to whatever it was that we were doing before.

Now another strangeness that occured is that somehow my art apron ended up looking more like a work of art than the actual piece I was painting. The unkindness of the art world.

Thirdly, my sister and I were taking Honey for a walk when we stepped outside to hear an unpleasant sound. Yes that sound was the abusive shouting of a group of fellow youths. This led us to reform our usual route to avoid possible happy slapping and other potentially dangerous social activities. Now this may seem normal but what is not normal is that on the way back, because they seemed to have disappeared, I turned my music up. Just as we walked under a street light I turned to find a group of them lurking down the alley we were passing. The look on my face when I realised we could be ambushed, priceless.

Right now, on a more humorous note, I nearly fell in the bath whilst trying to expertly dodge past my mum and sister.

Lastly, to complete the strange day I did something that was not at all funny and nearly involved breaking the furniture. I went into my mum's room to say goodnight when I noticed she was round the other side of the bed. Rather than walking around this low down bed I decided to run across it. Which I did. The bed sort of made this crazy creaking sound so I turned to my mum and said, "Well, that didn't sound healthy." Her reply was to look at me like I was stupid so I thought I would end the day by trying to make her laugh and so I mimed running up to the bed in slow motion. I stopped when she looked at me like I was even more retarded than before and instead walked around the bed with my head hung in shame.

What a great day!