Thursday, April 21, 2011

In Which Georgie Discovers The Day of the Week

I used to wonder how on earth someone could not know what day of the week it was.

"Is this Tuesday, or Wednesday?"

I would look at them skeptically and wonder why you would even need to ask that question. Did you completely skip Tuesday? Did you just return from time travel, unsure how much time you spent away? Yesterday was Tuesday. Tomorrow's Thursday. Duh, it's Wednesday.

Then, of course, I always heard people saying the only way they could remember what day it was, was by thinking of the things that were happening that week. Grandma's denture fitting on Monday. Ferdinand's didgeridoo recital on Tuesday. Clementine's initiation into Knit's of the Round Table on Wednesday. On and on.

Things have changed since then though. All week I've been confused as to what day it was. Actually, I even got May and July mixed up. I'm pretty sure the only reason I know what month it is, is due to the fact that I've been writing a screenplay. That's got to mean ScriptFrenzy, and SF takes place in April.

Speaking of ScriptFrenzy, Sam and I have reached 84 pages. Since we've run out of plot, things have kind of been rambling along. Interesting tid-bits we weren't expecting popping up here and there. We have no idea where this whole thing is going, but we do know we only have 16 pages left of the challenge. We also know The Romantic Plot Trasher will not be winning any Academy awards.

Anyway, here I am. Only knowing what day tomorrow is because I get to go in and find out about that wonderful thing where dentists rip the big kid teeth that are supposed to give you wisdom from your head. Duh, tomorrow's Thursday. Oh... wait.

6 comments:

  1. I used to be one of those people who didn't know what day it was. I was homeschooled all the way through highschool, so the days all blended together (except for Sunday.)

    Now that I go to college, my life is ruled by the calendar. I plan everything out an have different iteneraries for each day. I like it that way. : )

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  2. Ha! Poor, confused Georgie. *laughs*

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  3. lol.

    I'm sorry, your "Yesterday was Tuesday. Tomorrow is Thursday" made me painfully think of the song Friday. *headdesk* You know: "Yesterday was Thursday. Today it is Friday. Tomorrow is Saturday, and Sunday comes after thaaaaaat....." :P

    Anyway, you made me smile ;)

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  4. I confess, I am one of those people who must on occasion stop, turn to whoever is standing about (usually my husband or my sister) and ask "What day is it?" This usually happens when I am writing checks, or trying to mark a date on a form for the office. I don't do this willfully, or out of some innate loathing of seven-day weeks which follow a set pattern and have since the beginning of time itself. I chalk it up to the fact that I spend so much of my time elsewhen that, when I come back to nowwhen, I can't remember what day it is. I'm simply scatter-brained into yesteryear and goodness, I can't keep track of yesteryear and thisyear at once. That's what I keep sensible people around for.

    They used to give me sceptical looks.

    They just tell me the date now.

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  5. Hi Georgie!
    You're a very good writer. Keep it up!

    I think I understand what you are talking about - my head is spinning! Sometimes I do forget what day I'm living in, when I'm in a 'fuzzy day' mood.

    I have to add, on a completely different note, that you look like your sister!

    God bless,
    Jessica

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  6. PS: I have an Australian accent. At least, I think I do. Personally, I can't hear it, at least not obviously, but I'm pretty sure it's there. LOL! :)

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