The last two nights, I had some...strangely terrifying dreams. The first involved me forgetting I had to go to work, only to realize it an hour after the building would have closed. Also I had some start-smoking paraphernalia aimed at children in the back of my truck for some reason. And my dad was there and my brother was suddenly seven again.

But the dream I had last night tops that one in the weirdness department.

Now then, for those of you who are new and don't know me that well...I dislike children. A lot. And I currently have no desire to ever have children. That may change. But for now that is how it stands.

( This one was rather long. )

The only thing that has me thinking these dreams are related is the fact that I've just opened a new carton of ice cream. It's a new flavor I've never tried before, and I had a bowl of it before going to bed the last two nights. I'm thinking maybe I need to just eat this ice cream earlier in the day. Or you know. Maybe the ice cream and weird dreams are unrelated. Idk.

In other news, I want to comment on people's journals more often. Usually I read y'alls entries and then just don't comment and I think that's a rather lazy approach to friendship. Obviously you are sharing your lives with me because you want us to connect. And it's working one way, just failing on my end. So hopefully, I'll start commenting more.

The paperwork for my August paychecks was misplaced and it took a while to sort that out. I've only just received the check yesterday and I am so grateful it came when it did. It was starting to look like I was going to be living off of dry, stale cereal and freezer waffles and whatever granola bars I could steal from work. I'm a little miffed, but not as much as I thought I'd be. Once I realized there was a problem (Tuesday), I called my boss up and she fired off an e-mail that same day. I worked the next day, and her supervisor was there and told me it had already been sorted and that my first check had already been cut (I get paid by three different departments and my total pay is split between three different checks) and sent off to the next person in line. I got home from work yesterday, and my checks were waiting in the mailbox for me. I received all the pay due from August, and they had rushed processing my pay for Monday (the 5th) so that I would get that early, rather than having to wait for the paper work from the rest of this week to go through. So now I can take advantage of this week's awesome sales at the grocery store (buy one get one free ice cream, and $2 off my favorite brand of toilet paper ftw). I was seriously more angry that I might miss those sales than I was about my check being so late, lol.

I think I am going to order celebratory Chinese tomorrow.

( Ramble-y rant induced by lack of sleep and Star Trek )

And yeah, I'm just rambling at this point, but does it honestly take almost an hour for coffee to kick in and start working? I mean, I drink it to wake me up. If I wanted a warm beverage in the morning just for kicks, I'd have hot chocolate. But coffee has function and I want to know why it isn't functioning now....

Ugh....and my allergies are killing me to. I'm going to be so out of it tonight, I won't get any of Eddie Izzard's jokes!

I want to flesh out DMMG and Alan on some character sheets, so I can have everything written down and "official," but I can't really bring myself to do it. It's not that I don't want to, because I really do, it's just that it's hard to justify taking the time to write on paper everything that I have up in my head already. It seems like such a waste of time. I mean, maybe if they weren't so firmly established in "me ole noggin," but they are.... But I really do need to write it all down because that will help to clean things up and it would definitely make rewriting my Screnzy easier.

Blech....I hate doing tedious things.

And I really want to play my violin right now, but my grandmother's here and I've kind of made it a habit of mine to only play when I'm home alone. I just....I've gotten really sick of people saying, "Oh but you used to be so good...." So what? Are you saying I'm bad? Just because I'd rather do other things than practice for 2+ hours a day now? So sorry if I've disappointed you by deciding I wanted a life outside of a HUNK OF WOOD. Even if that hunk of wood is very near and dear to my heart. Lol....I named "him" Woody. XD And my bow is "Stringy."

Which reminds me of a dream I had a few nights ago.

I was home alone and about to practice my violin, so I went and brought my stand out. But when I opened my violin case, it was empty! So when my mom came home I asked her wtf happened to my violin and she told me that she had had to pawn it since we were so low on cash. Except that she hadn't gotten enough, and she had just been told we lost the house. And she told me it was my fault because I didn't play my violin as much anymore. So then we had to move and I had to sell all of my lolita and books (I have a large bookcase, half a closet, and about ten boxes worth of books!) and cd's (I have over 200!!!) to help out the family, but my brother got to keep all of his stuff. Geez....even in my dreams he gets more privileges than I do. And you know why I had to sell my stuff and he got to keep his? Because (and this is what my mom and everyone else in my dream kept saying) I was "the more responsible one."

WTF?!?!!?

I need to buy more Alanis Morissette cd's. She was my favorite for so long, and now I'm really beginning to fall back in love with her.

Is there something wrong with me? Am I the only one who really just hates Meta's bisccuit print? I hate it with a passion that burns as hot as the fires of hell. Liek seriously j0.

Annnnnnddddd...... ( I have a dream..... )

Speaking of Meta...WHEN THE HECK IS THEIR TEDDY BEAR CAFE STUFF COMING?!?!?!?

I had a dream a while back that I was walking in my room. I noticed that there were some olives on the floor. Upon closer inspection, I discovered they were olive bugs. Their bodies were shaped and colored exactly like olives and they had six legs. They were walking towards my desk and, as they reached its general vicinity, jumped up in the air and transformed themselves into antique books.


This week has been a dream. Oni-con this weekend and barely any work/classes because of some freak circumstances. C'est tres bon. ♥

Had a dream about little bugs that looked like olives, but then could change to look like old-fashioned leather bound books. I need to stay off steamfashion right before going to bed.....




IN OTHER NEWS......

I am eating fruit.

ALSO. I did the art meme thing I keep going on about....and was really pleased with how it came out. It didn't look amazing, but it looked good by my standards (which aren't very high when it comes to my art) BUT then I went to ink over it with the pen I used to use to do that stuff....and it died. Seriously, I don't think that pen has been used in over a year and it completely forgot how to perform it's assigned task. So *tear* I must start again because now the pics look worse than chicken scratch. (if it weren't for the fact I drew them myself, I wouldn't know what some of the stuff was)



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If any of you girls want some free tampons, my school was giving out bags of "ladies stuff" and I took like three without realizing that they were stuffed with tampons (which I don't usually use) Not sure what kind...I can look later when I get back from school. Just give me a holler and I'll send them your way.

So....today was the last day of school for me. It's weird, because I always pictured it quite a bit different than how it actually happened. I guess I kind of saw everyone getting out and then "Dancing in the Streets" would start playing and paper would fly....you know, the stereotypical movie type thing.

I guess life isn't the movies.

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I had a dream today...it kind of threw me off balance. It was really realistic, really believable. Except that one person was really out of character.

Sometimes, you just don't want to wake up.

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You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, "Why not?"
George Bernard Shaw

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It hurts to find out that what you wanted doesn't match what you dreamed it would be.
Randy K. Milholland

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Wish I could tell you there's a twist
Some kind of hero in disguise
And we're together
"If we were a movie"