HandstanD: It does look a lot like it.
privateI: was that meant for me?
HandstanD: No. That was meant for my cousin.
HandstanD: She too sent me a picture. It was of a sculpture she made. Look like a penis.
privateI: ha
Seriously, though, I am seriously considering to stopping this blog.
I don't know why.
I'm boring again!
Has anyone watched Arrested Development?
Absolutely amazing.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
oh, it's the height!
I had ANOTHER nightmare last night and, frankly, I love them.
This one started to FINALLY make sense and get interesting toward the end. I hardly remember it, but I do remember the feeling.
I was freezing last night, so I am seriously considering that as a possible ingredient to the whole nightmare thing.
There was this girl, Sharon, who had short hair, fair skin, clear skin. She was a cult leader per se. People followed her because she was frightening, beautiful, a murderer (I believe). I hated her. I wanted her gone. Every time I looked up at her she was smiling with an air of accomplishment.
So, I took a cloth with chloroform, stuck it took her mouth. In the dream I was suffocating her. Over and over. I could feel her heart on my arm. I held on to her mouth and her body until she was flaccid on the floor.
Unemotional, I ran into an apartment, scaring a couple. I asked for a gun, I needed to kill something.
The woman lied and said she didn't have one.
I continued to think, "I need to get out fo this, I just killed someone, I can't go to jail."
Police sirens were in the background and getting louder by the second. They screamed in my head... I wanted to cry, but nothing came out.
Through their closet, I found one. I traced its wrinkles with my thumb and kept thinking, "I just want to die, I couldn't go through jail, the trial, the faces of the people. I just can't make it."
And as I'm pointing it in my mouth, I wake up.
Haha.
I made that seem more corny than it was. Just thinking about it makes me feel depressed.
My cat has been declawed. I fucking hate it. My parents were all for it because we are getting new furniture. I feel so sorry for Princess, he's miserable. I should post funny stories related to the Vet but it's my bedtime. They called me in for tomorrow.
OH.
I
NOW
WEAR
CONTACTS.
Praise the Lord!
I have a dentist appointment for Tuesday.
A follow-up exam on Thursday for my eyes.
blah blah
and I'm thinking of discontinuing this blog.
More about this tomorrow.
Goodnight.
This one started to FINALLY make sense and get interesting toward the end. I hardly remember it, but I do remember the feeling.
I was freezing last night, so I am seriously considering that as a possible ingredient to the whole nightmare thing.
There was this girl, Sharon, who had short hair, fair skin, clear skin. She was a cult leader per se. People followed her because she was frightening, beautiful, a murderer (I believe). I hated her. I wanted her gone. Every time I looked up at her she was smiling with an air of accomplishment.
So, I took a cloth with chloroform, stuck it took her mouth. In the dream I was suffocating her. Over and over. I could feel her heart on my arm. I held on to her mouth and her body until she was flaccid on the floor.
Unemotional, I ran into an apartment, scaring a couple. I asked for a gun, I needed to kill something.
The woman lied and said she didn't have one.
I continued to think, "I need to get out fo this, I just killed someone, I can't go to jail."
Police sirens were in the background and getting louder by the second. They screamed in my head... I wanted to cry, but nothing came out.
Through their closet, I found one. I traced its wrinkles with my thumb and kept thinking, "I just want to die, I couldn't go through jail, the trial, the faces of the people. I just can't make it."
And as I'm pointing it in my mouth, I wake up.
Haha.
I made that seem more corny than it was. Just thinking about it makes me feel depressed.
My cat has been declawed. I fucking hate it. My parents were all for it because we are getting new furniture. I feel so sorry for Princess, he's miserable. I should post funny stories related to the Vet but it's my bedtime. They called me in for tomorrow.
OH.
I
NOW
WEAR
CONTACTS.
Praise the Lord!
I have a dentist appointment for Tuesday.
A follow-up exam on Thursday for my eyes.
blah blah
and I'm thinking of discontinuing this blog.
More about this tomorrow.
Goodnight.
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