Ahoy, Future Ahead!

First off, have a short, short, short film (2 minutes, 15 seconds long) that a woman posted on her blog Polly-vous Francais? It's quite hilarious.
http://vimeo.com/37009237
I didn't want to post the video itself because I hate what it does to my page, so, just click the link and I swear to you that it's not porn.

Me - if they think I'm honestly angry over something then I'm not going to correct them and say, "Guys, I was being sarcastic."
Amanda - Geez, you must have an awful opinion of people. Honestly, if they think somthing incorrectly of you and then you don't correct them and knock off 10% of their intelligence. People must be idiots to you.
Me - Hey, if they don't ask and just assume I'm not. It's their fault. And besides, I do.
Amanda - Well, at least it feeds your superiority complex, right?

Secondly, Jaccob made me "lmao" the other day. That hardly ever happens, folks:

Wow, five days ago - this hardly feels like five-days-ago material. I am slacking.

So, the other night (literally this time since there's not a time stamp to prove otherwise) I had a dream that me and Fallon were held up in some elementary school. So, she decides to start teaching me Magic. Ha.
Then I woke up because I had to pee (story of my life). Afterwards, I went back to sleep and dreamed that one of the guys then began to teach me Magic.
All in all, I believe this is a premonition and that I will be taught Magic sooner or later.
I would love to be able to see in the future like that. Well, I know Angel covered that line with Doyle, and That's So Raven also covered it with mundane teen life, Supernatural covered it in an episode with that writer, and what else... Oh yeah, that stupid fucking Premonition movie with Sandra Bullock.
Me, I'd let it happen.
I saw someone lose a leg. Welp, Doctor Who says it's a fixed point in time, no way to argue with that. Unless it was MY leg, then I'd break the rules and have dinosaurs, and hot air balloons, and have Winston Churchill as the king of time-fucked land, AND have the Silence lumbering around, doing their side-head they do before they kill.
Yes, all for a leg because I'm worth that much time-gold.

Good day, sir! I said good day!

you were like AGHGHARTTGGG

So, my college shit is finally submitted. I'm just waiting on being accepted and then a meeting with my advisor.
Cannot wait.
Had another dream with living in Korea... Then I had to visit China. It was poor. When I got back to Korea the woman I was with had been put in jail. I visited her and spoke Korean&English.
Amazing.

Me and Marina were sitting in her car late the other night.
This huge ass Lotus or whatever jumped onto her steering wheel. I went, "OMG!"
Marina just freaked the fuck out and decided that the right way to react would be to scream bloody murder, jump onto my lap, grab my arms and keep pulling me BACK INTO THE CAR when I was trying so hard to exit.
When she finally realized it was okay, she regained her self composure and said, "Damn, I thought you saw a guy with a gun or something."
Wtf?
At least I wouldn't be shot because she's a human shield. Plus, all that guy's attention would be on her, trying to get her to shut up. By the time he realized there was a white girl, I would already be in Walmart, calling the cops.

what do you want me to say

OHHHHHHHHHHHH BOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYYY.
Me and Marina hung out last night after work. We got food, ate it, listened to music. Boy oh boy, then, after listening to music we were hyped to dance. So, we went back to our work's parking lot (deserted) and danced.
She was impressed with me, shit yeah.
I was 'cool as alaska.'
I have videos of her doing 'The Walker.'
(See, I did some dance earlier in the car, Marina said it looked like an old lady and her walker. We then made that dance and even added 'The Hip Slip' to it.)
Ha.
Sorry, though, I'm not posting the videos for obvious reasons.

And, thanks to last night, I have a mosquito bite.
FUCK LIFE.

Did closing announcements last night.
Speech impediment decided to work it...
FUCK LIFE (again).

Yesterday I was sick. Had to call in and everything - don't know what was wrong with me.

The DAY BEFORE yesterday's day before (ha, wrap your head around that), though, me and Marina kicked it. Sweet. Again.
We got something to eat, ate it, drove to Western. We sat around the fountain.

Yeah.
And Marina ran through it. Ha.

WEIRD AND BORING DREAM ALERT!

The dream last night wasn't really interesting, but it wasn't boring either. I don't know how to explain it. I was at this castle, fake, for just looks, for a tour. I came with a group of people. During the middle of our tour the earth shook a bit and water started to fill the castle. Everyone moved to higher ground, trying to figure out what was wrong. As we looked out windows and doors we saw aliens. Like the monsters from Stephen King's 'The Mist.'
The women started to scream and the guys tried to calm them down, trying to talk things through. Everyone immediately wanted to leave in their cars. One guy made it to his car but was crshed by some giant bug. We all went to the roof, the astle starting to brim with water and saw these sticky tentacles reaching up and over, bringing some guy down, in half. There were more tentacles, all swarming buildings, covering roofs to make sure no one was on one.
A man pulled up in a car and I'm thinking how was that possible because no one could escape. We were trapped in one house until we died. He started to bring news of how we could escape. He was screaming it at us until a claw got him.
The water was everywhere. Over our heads, in the cars. I was freaking out because I thought we couldn't breathe and I would suffocate. But everyone started to swim and seem calm. And, by Marina, I discovered if you breathed through your nose then it was all right.
I swam until I noticed there wasn't a surface to the water. We were stuck - I woke up.

oh god i hate that

Oh jesus christ I had an odd dream.
With rabid people-eaters.
That's not perverted.

It had Kyle, me, Claire from A Macabre Story and some guy who looked like Kramer from Seinfeld. Anyway.
Me, Kyle and Claire had stepped outside and realized it was oddly quiet. As we were walking around we went into my old house so they could get something to drink and use the bathroom. When we broke in, I kept urging them to hurry before the cops would notice.
Blue flashing lights were in the window before we ran out of there, deciding to go to the mall next.
There it was full and all Kyle and Claire wanted was some more drink. As they did so I noticed something odd. People running and these weird, crazed people chasing them.
Next thing I remember was holding up in some stock room, wondering what to do, how to do anything. Kyle and Me were standing there and I asked where Claire was. He pointed to the other end of the stock room where all those people were.
I had to get her, to save her.
I ran from the stock room to the backdoors, pressing buttons. A zombie beside me had a crowbar, trying to pry open the door. When he saw me, he dropped it and started after me. I screamed, ducking into the open door just in time. I found Claire and some old man.
I told them what to do, how to protect themselves. Then Kramer showed up.
He had ran first. The monster had been waiting and when Kramer ran out to open the door for us, the thing had pressed a button, releasing this pale green slime. Kramer had been screaming and his skin started to smoke, melt away.
Although he had died, me, Claire and the old man made it back to the stock room, closing the door on several monsters.
They were skinny, the monsters, had red eyes and bloodied lips. They snarled for sound.
I walked up to the old man, making sure he was okay. The old man kept thanking me, taking my hand and smiling up at me. In the middle I heard him scream, the Claire. Kyle ran up and told me to run, they got inside.
I looked back to the old man, a monster was on his neck.
I looked around for Claire and the monsters had her at her neck and legs, chewing.
I woke up.

Aside from work being the most boring fucking thing on this planet, nothing has happened.
I've been too depressed lately to even breathe. It's awful.
I can't help but think no one likes me and all their stares and 'polite' smiles are cover-ups for the hatefulness towards me. Am I that awful?
Maybe it's just the depression, I don't know.
I seriously already hate Target and it hasn't even been a month. NOT EVEN A MONTH and I hate my job.

Right now I'm so fucking hungry.
I could eat a horse.
There's nothing in the house. Nothing. Everything would need something else that we don't have. I want mac and cheese, but that would require a lot more than I'm willing to give.
Fuck it. I'll just talk back to my stomach when it growls.

why does it do that?!

I had several dreams last night. Most of them careless and boring. Some of them so boring I didn't go back to sleep until I was for sure I wouldn't just dream it over again.

First
Me and a friend were walking downtown, at night, and decided to visit the old dam. AS we were trying to sneak in, this car pulled up with three girls, our age, in it. They threatened us and made us accompany them to the dam. Me and my friend just shrugged it off. We had went up and down stairs, ending up at dead ends.
And, finally, after what felt like an hour of searching, we found it. They roamed their flashlight across the ground and it was just mud. When you stuck your foot into it, it would just sink. We were at another dead end, and dead climax.
Then we heard this cat meow. Thinking it was a stray, we tried to go back to their car. No matter which way we tried, we always ended up back at the mud hole.
The cat meowed at us again, going down a set of stairs we hadn't seen before. We followed it until it stopped at a ledge, with only a wood leading to the other ledge, where we needed to be to get to the car.
We were beginning to crawl across it before I started to slip.

Second
Too sad to mention. Some guy called me fat and throughout the dream, I couldn't escape it.

Third
Too sick and perverted to lay the details out.

Fourth
There had been this giant snake. His name started with an 'S.' (I cannot remember the full name, although I had said it several times through the dream.) I had been the size of a doll, trying to tip-toe past the snake's lair. He had slithered out so quickly, I didn't even see him until his face was in mine. He wiggled his tongue and said, "I'm hunnnggrryyyyy."
"I'm very sorry."
"You're just the right size."
"I'm afraid I'm not."
In a blink he had coiled and his fangs wide open, fixing to swallow me, alive. Until these dolls, my friends, came and distracted him. He uncoiled me and I ran away, to the living room, where I returned to normal size. My father was standing there and I, weak, sat on the couch. "Dad, dad, there's a snake underneath the stove!"
I saw Molly start to sniff at the stove and got worried
"Dad, get Molly away-- The S snake is under the stove!"
"Hahahaha, Heather, really, S?"
I saw something jerk out then back into the stove and Molly made some awful noise. I stood. "Dad, it just bit Molly!"
I kept hearing Molly's shrieks and I started to cry, "We have to take her to the vet Now! She's going to die, S is very poisonous!"
I woke up.

See? Very boring.

Uhhh, no

I had the oddest dreams last night. I had one nightmare and one that just happened for the sake of happening.

Nightmare
The first thing I remember was I had been summoned to do this "television thing."
So, I went to the mall, seeing as how that's where they wanted to meet up. They drove us to this little house, two stories. I had been grouped with several people. Only three I really remember - some short-haired girl, another girl who had longer hair and a guy. Ha.
The "society" who grouped us, put us through vigorous tests. One had been to shoot one of us and leave him dead, another had been to drug us and when the short-haired girl found a semi-exit, three men in black coats and black shades came bursting through the door.
They all had guns pointing at us.
The bland girl ran for it, crying.
The short-haired girl pointed her gun at them.
Me, I stared, chest hurting from an anxiety attack, ran too.

The next part switched to me being in my apartment, living life normally, like that shit never happened and, suddenly, that short-haired girl knocked on my door.
I was surprised she was still alive.
"They're coming," she said, "hide this."
She shoved the gun in my couch cushion and ran out through the door. I ran to the door to see what the fuck was happening.
Suddenly, those same three men came in and I started to back up. I stopped when I ran into my kitchen table.
"You ran," the leader said, gun pointed right at my face.
I nodded, "But I thought---"
"If you run, you automatically die." He had a deep voice, with a slight German accent.
I covered my eyes with my hands and said something muffled before I heard that gunshot. In that moment I wondered what death would feel like, how it would feel to be shot in the head. There had been a gust of wind on my face and I woke up, not feeling tired at all.
It took me a bit to fall back asleep.

A Dream to be the sake of A Dream
I had been living with three girls in some apartment. Next door were two guys, one, Pedro, who you all know.
Bills were coming in and all my money was running out. Then, I learned, that Dir en grey were having a concert in upstate New York.
With all my depression, money issues, bills and the need to get out there and have some type of an adventure, my friend pushed me to go.
We had no car and she said we'd just walk to New York, that it wouldn't be a problem.
There were some issues on the way.
We moved a ladder for my friend so she could step down and when we moved it, there were lizards and we hid them from her, seeing as how she was scared.
We saw old friends from high school, which I thought was weird, because it was New York, why would old high school friends be there.
After awhile, I kept asking where the hell were we and how long... My friend replied, "We've been in NY for ten days."
"WHAT, AND WE HAVE YET TO GET A HOTEL?"
(hahahahah, that sounds like me)
Then I start to look around and note how it doesn't really look like the NY in movies.
And, then, hair a mess, stinking, clothes dirty, we end up at the stadium and buy tickets. The show's not until later that night, so I'm trying to persuade my friends to buy us a hotel room so I could get washed up.
They were blowing me off when I woke up.

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.

♪: the belle stars - iko iko

URRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Here's my ear flap hat from its good side:

It was completely finished. Ends sewn in and everything. And then I found this loop I accidentally pulled at. Thinking it was a string that the end was stuck, I cut it in half and weaved it in those ends.... Come to find out....


It was a fucking stitch. I cut in half a line of a stitch.
No way to fix it.
I literally have to buy more yarn and START FROM SCRATCH.
MNFJGDKMGNL'DFKNG;FKLDGN.

I was so angry.. Once that passed I want to cry, haha.

Good news:



So adorable.

ps - called in to work and turned down the offer to work tomorrow.
Fuck work.
I'm not doing them anymore favours.
They took all the bearable aspects of that demeaning job and shat in its face.
URGH.
I should be thankful.
Alas.
I'm a spoiled brat.

pss - I meant to post my nightmare, but I forgot until I was knitting on a new hat... Ha ha.
Well, I wasn't scared... Throughout the dream I was like, "Eh."
Didn't care.
Kind of like watching an old woman getting pulverized by three large men and not caring.

I had gone to a store to buy items, not just look around. I had change and a few dollars. I had to pay in mostly change, about twenty bucks worth and the cashier was pissed. She kept screaming at me how unfair this was, how I needed to leave. She snatched the dollar bills from my hand and told me she was not giving it back.
Frustrated, I screamed at her, telling her I needed that money and I would get her fired without it.
She didn't seemed phased, so I left.
The next thing that happened was weird.
I kind of blacked out in my own dream. There's this blank space and I kind of wake up in my dream to me smashing down on that cashier with a paddle and a pass to get in the store at night - kind of like a facility with bio hazards. The woman and her fellow cashier were hunched over asleep and I remember thinking, 'Why don't they just go home and go to bed.'
Yet, as I was beating the shit out of this woman, blood splattering everywhere, it crimson because it was dark, I couldn't stop. I felt the need to attempt, to demand my body to stop. Sadly, I continued to beat down on her until her organs were mush. I screamed and cried, killing her friend and some security guard who woke up and/or ran in on the scene.
Not caring about fingerprints, I walked calmly out, taking my forearm to my eyes and thinking, 'what have I done? Why did I black out?'
I tried to search for my car. I could not remember where I parked.
I cried, ripping off the pass and throwing it on the ground, thinking, more evidence.
I ran back, to the store, sorry for what I did.
When I walked in, it finally sunk in at what I had done.
Those bodies.
Lifeless, soulless.
Blood everywhere.
I started screaming for a manager.
my hands on my face, trembling wondering still how I couldn't stop myself.
The manager arrived with police, trying to lighten the mood about how he didn't have cancer, haha.
And all the while the police were taking pictures, asking me questions, I kept repeating, "I couldn't find my car, I can't remember where I parked."
But, yeah, I woke up shortly after that.
Everything was so real.
Throughout the dream, too, I was wearing a dress with a cardigan.
Nice.

♪: lily allen - smile

So, I walked into my house yesterday to hear my sister yelling to my mom that her name meant lovable, and that was the answer. Although my sister and mom are in the living room, my father is in the bedroom, door open, helping to answer the crossword they were all trying to finish. Haha. My dad was cheating, he googled some of the answers.
What is an extinct elephant-like mammal?
No, not mammoth.
Mastodon.

I had a nightmare that night.
Oh boy, another one.
This one was ridiculous, but it was scary in the moment.
Me, my friend and her mother had decided to go to this zoo. Now, there's this giant ring full of dangerous animals and reptiles. An invisible force field kept them at bay. So, as we driving we learned that you couldn't back up and there was only one exit and you had to drive the entire course.
The entire way this gigantic gorilla circled with us. Suddenly, someone had cut the field off and all the dangerous animals went crazy. Me, my friend and her mother were all trapped.
The mother got out of the car and tried to ward off a T-rex that had jumped in front of the car.
She did for awhile until a terradactyl swung down and pecked her face. She wailed and held her face in her hands and the reptilian bird carried her off.
Me and my friend ran off, trying to dodge this and that... We tried the enter door and ran, dodging animals, crying, ran to the exit and it was shut off. I kept thinking we were stuck here until we die.
The gorilla spotted us and started to us. I screamed and finally jarred the door open. Me and my friend squeezed in right before the gorilla got us and I woke up to a full bladder.

I'm knitting my father a hat - exactly the same as Pedro's. As he was walking by, as I was knitting on the hat, I asked, "If I knit this for you, will you wear it? Because I don't want to waste this much time if you're not going to wear it."
"I will, trust me."
"Seriously?"
I heard my mother, "Put a ball on it."
My dad agreed, "Yeah, but one of those balls on it."
I chuckled, "Seriously? 'Cause I'll do it."
My dad, before shutting the bedroom door answered, "No, I'll cut it off," then shut the door, haha.


My sister's scarf.
Knitting three colors at once isn't as difficult as it looks, but it's aggravating.
It's twice that size now because I procrastinate on entries, but really.

The other day, talking to Moze on the phone, I drew on post-its.

(click on my to be bigger!)
Yup.
Loved it.
I had a lot of fun, surprisingly.

New guy at work.... Adore him.
We're nearly exactly alike. It's weird and cool.

♪: cruel black dove - love song

Dear Diary,

I had another nightmare last night. Why my mind decides to add anxiety and fright even in my sleep is beyond me. I think it's rather cruel.
My dream started out bad, so at least I didn't see it go badly and couldn't do a damn thing about it.
I was in this house, I had just woken up from a long sleep. There was this guy, a kid and some other girl. I woke up and looked at everyone and asked, "What's going on?"
The guy answered, "The alien, if we stop moving, he kills us." He flashed his eyes to the window.
I got up, and looked at the desolate city and wondered how many he had killed or was everyone hiding. "If we stop moving?"
The girl answered me, "If we go out there and we don't continuously move, he'll kill us."
"How did I sleep?"
The explained he couldn't see through windows or houses. If we were inside, we were safe.
The next thing I remember is having to escape the house because the guy ran to find that kid. And, I keep hiding behind cars, trying to keep one body part of mine to keep moving because I couldn't stand that the next breath I could take would be my last. I duck behind cars, run into houses to rest.
Suddenly, I find the guy and he pushes me into a car and we drive off just in time to see a man come out into the middle of the street with people running and start shooting a machine gun while spinning in a circle.
I scream, "FASTER."
Next thing I remember is the car and the guy are gone. I'm behind a car and see three people talking around a table. I duck behind a small thing, whatever, and listen to how they're going to kill everyone.
I'm thinking the pressure is getting to them, must be so.
They see me and some stranger spying on them. They're running after me and I keep skidding to a halt, going through houses, wondering why there are so many people out when I wake up, not wanting to feel like that anymore, haha.

Yesterday night, after working 11 hours, AGAIN, I went to Sean's.
'Game Night.'
They were playing Apples to Apples when I got there.
I'm actually playing the game correctly, putting down something funny and giving points why my card would be the best.
I lost, because everyone actually went with the definition.
What losers.
Not playing that game again with those people, haha.
Btw, I was the only one doing what I did.
Sad, really.
Then I went home, went to sleep and had that nightmare :(

♪: nirvana - polly

Last night I had a nightmare.
There were snakes in the house. We had this funky boa constrictor who I caught and released without a problem. The releasing part is tricky. You hold them by their heads, trying desperately trying not to get bit and you have to throw them out the backdoor.
After finally ridding of the boa, I caught another one. This time the one I had caught was poisonous. It had red, black and red little squares all over it's body. Despite its head being trapped in my pincher fingers, it would wedge itself loose and circle its head around, attempting to bite me.
I felt the anxiety of it trying to bite me. I continued to think I would die, I would die.
Getting very scared and just wanting it out my house so I could rest, I threw it out my backdoor and as I did, its head hit my finger and it bit me.
I screamed, "The fucker bit me, oh god, it bit me."
I ran to my parents who, my mother asked to see and my dad rolled his eyes, from the bed, saying, "I told you to swing it out with the tail."
My mother yelled something, I couldn't hear her over my sobbing. I started to feel light-headed. I felt nauseous and I really needed to go to the hospital.
I squinted my eyes at him, heart racing and my face red and wet. "I can't believe the fucker bit me."
I looked down at my finger, "Yeah, right here, he bit me right here."
There were fang bites and I remember thinking, 'I need to go to the hospital.'
My mom yelled at me, "Heather, I'm not going to tell you again, get the first aid kit!"
She pointed to the door.
I woke up to Princess meowing and staring at me. And a full bladder.

♪: metallica - enter sandman

I'm downloading something and my computer was in rhythm with each kb downloaded. It's bugging the piss out of me. Droplet by droplet, annoyingly in the same rhythm as my computer.
Is there nothing that CAN'T piss me off?

I'm on call for work.
Goody goody.
I woke up at 630AM. I haven't seen 6AM in a long time.
I usually wake up my ass up at 8AM.
I love 8+ hours to sleep with. I usually, on average, get 9.5 hours of sleep a night. I adore sleeping. I love dreaming - that's my favourite part about life, dreaming.
Last night's dream started out very boring and just when it was getting good, I woke up.
I had shown my father the train, you know the one, and he loved it. Of course the one in my dream had been expanded and had a downstairs and a bedroom with a couch that folded out to be a bed. How glorious - a pull out mattress. So, he started to buy electronics, fans and curtains, everything to make it a new home.
Solicitors started to come to the door. Nearly every hour. I continued to tell my father that the train was haunted, that this wasn't a good idea.
More solicitors, that, even in my dream, I couldn't keep up.
I remember looking up at the air conditioner and thinking it was ridiculous when I told my father, "No, don't do that," then the phone rang.
I woke up.
My dreams, lately, have had NOTHING happen.
I dreamed of smoking weed or snorting cocaine for about two weeks fucking straight. I didn't smoke for three weeks until recently, three days ago, I got high with Emily. Of course nothing happened aside from me loving Metalocalypse more.
And I don't even want to smoke anymore, haha. Reminds me of awful people.
And I don't drink.
A life of sobriety, let's see how long that lasts.
Honestly, though, I'd rather knit or write.
Writing lately has been a spark of euphoria.

I started my sister's Christmas sock and Pedro's winter hat.
It's a race.
I have my bets on Pedro's hat.
Any takers?

♪: good charlotte - My Bloody Valentine

Oh boy, do I have some stories for you today.
Let's start off with the night before last.
When I came home from shopping for the parents (Emily night), my sister revealed to me that she had went to a field trip and then stopped in BG for somewhere to eat... They stopped at a little strip, with different stores and restaurants. Welllllll.
The kids had stolen over 150 bucks of merchandise from THE DOLLAR STORE. I'm guessing the majority of the 150 dollah were those air horns. Nearly every kid of the junior class had one. When they were in the bus, they would blow them at cars and caused nearly one man to have a wreck. They were on the interstate, so imagine his wreck, pretty damn serious.
A pet store had to close its doors and close, not allowing anyone back in because some kid tried to strangle a cat.
Customers, from other stores, complained that the kids were throwing things at them, the kids were silly stringed each other and continued to steal things. Those stores made an announcement for all WEHS to leave.
It's going to be funnier, later on in life... Well, except for the cat strangler kid.

YESTERDAY, some kid got her head stuck in one of those M&M life-size doll things. There are smaller holes on the sides and a big one in the back. It was hilarious.
I so wanted to take a picture, but I couldn't.

Kicked it with Sean after work.
Me - *brought in donuts that I stole from work*
Sean - Ooh, I want this one.
Me - I want this one.
Sean - This one tastes like raspberry type deal.
Me - Really?
Sean - Yeah, take a bite.
Me - *eyes open* Ew no!
Sean - Oh yeah, I forgot you didn't eat after people.
Me - Hahahahaha, I'm sorry for my reaction.
Sean - it's okay.
Me - I do drink after people, sometimes.
Sean - Well, at least that's something.
Me - Look at you, acting like it's a disability or something that I can't eat after people.
Sean - *laughs, hard* I'm sorry, I didn't mean...
Me - Haha, 'Well, at least she drinks a person's spit....'

*As we were walking to my car, Sean pointed out muddy tire tracks a little ways from the parking lot... He explained...*
Sean - Yeah, my dad, instead of pushing the brake, hit the gas and we totally sped straight into the mud. You can see where we spun and where we tried to push... Then, we both tried, but failed. So, we called a tow man. My dad lied, to seem like he wasn't stupid, 'Yeah, I tried to miss this cat.' and the tow man replied, 'What! You should've just ran over the damn thing - it was a stray!' And I am like, 'What? How do you know what kind it was!'

Sean and Quinton. Wow. Of course I've never been in a gay couple's apartment - it's just not something I frequent very often. But their apartment - wow. EVERYTHING MATCHES... They even have accent colors, couch covers, etc... They have a little cupboard they're hanging in their bathroom, etc... EVEN THEIR BED SHEETS ARE LIME GREEN WITH A BLACK HEADBOARD!
I love it. Their apartment is dahling.
Oh, and even their dishes match everything.

I was just idle in a Wal*Mart parking lot when this car, three spaces away from me parked. Haha. They were blasting old, classic rock. They were lip singing to Guns-n-Roses 'Welcome to the Jungle' while just waiting on their friend.

TODAY.
At Barnes and Noble I snuck behind a sign, because I was looking at a book, and just barely peeked my head over to the side, waiting for the cashier. After about 30 seconds or so, he glimpsed over and went, "Oh my!" He held a hand to his chest. "I'm so sorry. Hahahaha."
"No, it's fine, haha, I thought you were doing something, so I'd wait."
"No, no, nothing important. It's just... your camouflage overwhelmed me."
Hahahahahahahaahha.
OH, I bought American Psycho. FINALLY.
I'm SUPPOSED to be reading, 'Tale of the Body Thief' by Anne Rice, but, so far, I dislike it.

ps - my dreams last night were fucking insane. I cannot begin to describe what I felt to relive my funky dream world. Honestly. Lately my dreams have been SHIT.
Last night's dreams were about robots/alines/humans all co-existing. Robots were huge, over twenty-stories high. Usually the aliens would go undercover as a robot to infiltrate. Humans would go as Aliens. And both robot and alien would pretend to be human so they could use every weakness against us and kill us all. My problem was that I was human and I fell in love with a 200-year-old robot undercover as a very pretty human.
And, although love united us together, we ran away and was always sought out after and hunted.
Ah, love.
We faked her death so we could be together. At a council meeting of the robots. She was to speak about what she found out. I snuck in, inside a robot.
That doesn't make sense, haha.

pss - http://www.cracked.com/blog/using-windows-7-may-lead-to-murder/
TO DATE THE FUNNIEST CRACKED ARTICLE EVER.
So clever.
I'm jealous of how clever that article was.

♪: cherry filter - 내게로 와

Isn't that a face you can love?

Yesterday was productive, depending on which perspective. Bought two tank tops, kicked it with Emily for a bit and headed over to her friend's, Shannon's, to pick something up. Haha. They were having a party and everyone, except Shannon's boyfriend, were very, very drunk/high. Well, maybe Shannon's boyfriend can hold it in better?
After which, we went to SG and smoked in the train. I love that train.
And just to let everyone know, I'm the type of person to wait until everyone is sober enough to drive - it's just wrong. I hate people driving if they're not 90% sober.
RIGHT AFTER THE TRAIN, right after we just smoked, we didn't even hang for a bit (Right after I had laid my head on the bar and said, 'I am sooo high, omg.'). They just left and I was left to DRIVE into town and go to Wal*Mart (I HATE IT THEREEEE) and Kroger.
I got a blizzard from DQ though, and it was godly.
At Wal*Mart though, I smarted off to an employee because she had to get my ID because of some movie (Observe and Report - SETH ROGEN ♥). Didn't mean to, didn't realize it until her old eyes popped and explained, "It asks, I have to."
Hahahahahaha.
Like people care, really.
I usually never smart off to employees because it's useless, IT IS their JOB, you know.
Then went to Kroger and spotted that northern girl doing what I usually do - her job because everyone makes me do their shit, haha. It made me happy.
AND HOME.
Funnnnnnnn.
Just so everyone knows, I HATE getting high with Emily's bf. He's so gross and annoying - I can't stand it. Seriously. He gets on my fucking nerves.
Ahhhh, now I want a boyfriend.

Emily - Jonny, go in and buy some papers.
Me - *getting money* What're you getting? Tops....
Jonny - Okay and I don't know.
Me - *hands two dollars over* and if they're over two bucks, fuck 'em.
Jonny - *smiles* yeah.
Me - Okay then.
Jonny - *spreads the money apart and starts to fold it*
Me - What the - Are you counting the money?
Jonny - Why would I count it? It's fucking two dollars! *gets out of the car*
Me - *turns to Emily* that's why I was surprised.

ps - I had a dream last night that I was pregnant. I'm not disclosing who the father was, but it's disgusting. Even in the dream, I could see me getting bigger and bigger. I was hella cute pregnant.
Different, right?

♪: oomph! - god is a popstar

She wasn't happy, but it made me chuckle taking pictures and until she pulled it off herself, haha.



My 'funny' headband. I made it way too wide, but it keeps my head at a constant temperature of warm and snuggly. I made my sister one at half that size.
I'm going to be making more, but in a different stitch. CABBAGE STITCH HERE I COME.
I bought some green yarn the other day that was probably the prettiest green in all the land - it reigns supreme.
It makes me questions the universe and all its matter.
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

I slept like a God last night. I slept so well, I questioned whether or not I should believe in a higher spirit. Omg. I woke up and said, "Holy mother of god..."
I slept in ONE position. I hardly ever do that.
My dreams were weird.
The night before last dealt with superhuman powers, Kyle's apartment and Cricket.
Last night's dream is too weird and embarrassing for me to detail, but it dealt with sex, fast food and fight club, haha.

♪: fox loco phantom - 妄想ガール

Last night's dream was a doozy.
I had moved to some small village setting. You know, everyone knows each other; small, family-owned businesses; and you could walk from one end of the small village to the other in a day. Of course, I had heard rumors it was haunted (hahah, YES, another ghost dream - but more vulgar). A friend, his dog and I decided to check out this old house after stopping by the book store and whatnot to talk to people.
The abandoned house had has its upkeep, someone was looking after it. It was two-stories. As we walk in, we leave the front door open.
The dog takes off, whimpering, and I unexpectedly become the guy friend who's walking down this hallway, alone. He thinks he's looking in a mirror when the ghost appears to be just like him. The 'ghost' says, 'Hello,' and stabs him in the shoulder.
(OOH, UNEXPECTED!)
My friend, crippled, stumbled away, hand clutching shoulder, blood bee-lining his way back to where I was, the living room. I take one look at him and silently scream. I'm still at the front door, the dog beside me, whimpering and growling. My friend groans, his eyes look into mine and as soon as they do his head rolls off the ghost is laughing.
I make for the door, but the ghost closes it and starts walking toward me. I'm fumbling for the lock, desperately attempting to squeeze the lock out just a bit so I could shove the door open. After five or six tries and the ghost nearly an arm's length away, I do. I fall out into the yard, dog at the front door, staring at me, wondering what to do. It wants to protect my dead guy friend, but it also wants to leave.
I continue to holler for it, wanting it to follow me. He would whimper, go and then decided to stay with his master. I even got on the ground, begging for the dog, but it didn't look back and that's when the door closed.
My dream flashed and I have my dead friend's headless body in a wheelbarrow. The dog is nowhere to be seen.
People are coming out the buildings and homes to look.
I remember my headless friend standing up, I gasp and he gestures to look around. I hear a voice and one of the guys standing beside my friend say, 'He's headless, of course he couldn't see us!'
Everyone laughs and then disperses.

Weird and awkward.
That's when I woke up from that one.

♪: bob seger - still the same

My cat jumped into my lap then went between me and the chair's arm. Not only that, he pushed his head between the small crack before me and the back of the chair. So, now he's sleeping behind me.
That bastard.

Okay, so I had this 'nightmare' last night and it made me pop open my eyes and want to cry, haha. It was scary as shit. The second dream was gross, and I don't want to remember it, so I'm not. Like I said to Cricket, it makes me want to chug Listerine.

First, "and last", dream:
Me and my friends had found a haunted house. It was down this long driveway and only one house beside it, which never had a car, so we just assumed no one lived there. While we were getting high (man, that's sad) in there, nothing happened.
Then, I went alone one night and saw the front door closed one me and then this girl was standing down the hallway. I paused, blinked, but she was gone. So I wrote it off as nothing and left, still a little irked.
The next time, I went to this closet with a ladder in it. Beside it was a pantry of some sort... to the side, on the opposing wall, were the patio doors. Something rustled and I looked out the patio doors. When I turned back to the pantry, there was this girl smiling at me, hands behind her back. I couldn't scream, but I ran out into the yard, heaving.
The next time I went in, The hallway ghost was waiting on me, and the pantry ghost was there. The ladder was moved and moved again back in its place. I screamed, hurrying out the front door before it closed, again.
I went to a friend's house after that, which had basically the same layout of the haunted house. I was telling this guy about it when my closet doors slammed shut, the lights flickered.
I popped open my eyes, and well.
What amazed me is how that scared me, but other gory dreams I've had don't phase me at all. Not being able to see my enemy scares the shit out of me. DON'T GET ANY BRIGHT IDEAS.
The haunted house had a cool layout, though.
When you walk in, the entry way is just big enough for two people, then it slants off to your right... You walk down that for three, two steps and it straightens out into the living room for about three steps. The living room is huge and splits between itself and the kitchen. The kitchen is to the far left and the patio doors are on the far right, beside the pantry. The closet beside the pantry was at the end of the wall, which cut off to the hallway, where there were four doors on both sides and one at the end, I guess the master bedroom.

Why do I tell you all this?
I like the layout.

Yoplait, it's just peed in a public pool good.

Now I have to go run :)

♪: journey - lovin' touchin' squeezin'

Sometimes, if you stare at a person long enough, they'll wave.
I got three.

I hate wearing glasses so bad.
HATE IT.
LOATHE IT.
Want to gut them out and wear their innards as a necklace.
That's a quote off something, right?

*goes up the man at the register instead of the high schooler. He's ringing up my stuff when I'm standing there in thought and the girl steps up, doing this aggravated, comical sigh. She steps back beside the man and repeats that sigh. THEN, she glances at me and starts to laugh. She stops, and laughs that laugh that says 'ohhhhh, it's fake, but i need to laugh to show my point.'*
Man - What's wrong with you?
Her - Nothing.
Man - Okay.
Her - Would you like to stay with us?
*I look behind my shoulder and nothing, when I come around, she's telling the man she was directing that question at me*
Me - *gives weird expression*
Her - Would you like to stay with us?
Me - What, where?
Her - Uh, would you like to stay with us?
Me - *gives weird expression once more* I don't understand what you're saying.
Her - Ugh, nothing. I was just making fun of you.
So, I'm thinking maybe when I was thinking, I looked angry? I had wild hair because I didn't bother to fix it.
OR she heard something about me that was obviously something I had no idea of.
IT'S DRIVING ME MAD BECAUSE I DON'T KNOWWWWWWWW.
I WANNA KNOWWWWW.

Btw, my driving has scared five people.
My sister.
Jonelle.
Cricket.
Kyle.
And Sean.
I think it's because I like speeding. Not just because I'm in a rush, I just love going 70 and wondering if anything in the next second will stop me.
Hahahahaha.
I wanted to be a stunt car driver for a year in my life.
I wanted to vroom motorcycles, but MOOOOM. My dad would let me, haha.

I had two nightmares last night.
TWO IN A ROW.
And they both had to deal with each other.

ALRIGHT, READY?
I was in this sort of halfway house meant for young adults who needed a fresh start to live. Inside, were all these room that had the same feel has the rooms of that guy from Silence of the Lambs. Dark, dank and small.
Billy had lead me through all the rooms, showing me that way and which. Then we had headed outside where these shape-shifters are there were three of them - brothers.
He introduced us and I thought they were a bit, you know, weird and crazy. They had white shirts, jeans and boots. Regular country teens you find stomping on their grounds. Billy and I went back in the house, the followed.
In the bedroom, they started to shift into snakes. Their arms retracted into their sides, their head grew longer and their legs morphed together. They were these huge serpents and taller than us.
Billy hid or changed, in the confusion I didn't know. One bit another, it wailed, the second serpent bit it lower and it withered to the ground. They were human again in a flash. They looked at their dead brother saying, "I thought it was Billy."
They found Billy behind the bed. They killed him and I ran, trying to get to my car. One ran after me as the other one slashed Billy to pieces.
My car was only two feet away when that man was there. He had a gun and a grenade (I know, right?). He tried to shoot me, but I kept getting behind the house, a tree, anything. In the dream, I could literally feel how scared I was, how my knees were weak, how my heart hurt too much trying to pump blood in my body.
ETC.
It was by PURE luck I reached my car and a little distraction from the mother of the house. I locked my doors and started for the road.
I woke up.
Immediately after using the restroom and letting my cat in to sleep with me, I went back to bed.
I was 30 miles away, that being the scariest fucking thing since sliced bread. The narrator even said, "And, thirty miles away, she feels she can finally live in piece."
Maybe it was one of the brothers, who knows.
They found me in my house, as they turned back into serpents. I ran, them catching my daughter and someone else, a friend. I heard their screams as I tried to go for my car again, to try and find a weapon of my own. Outside, there were people running this way and that, trying to help me get to my car. They were telling me, as it was happening, as they were shielding me and looking over their shoulders, to their sides, that, "Normally, a person would be dead. You're lucky. They like you."
By our feet, a grenade. I picked it up and threw it to the side.
My friend, realizing it wasn't far enough, kicked it and continued to follow it. I cried for her, haha.
When I reached my car, the last brother was there.
He smiled, tapping my car window.
There were words spoken, but I don't remember them.
At the end, he tried to turn into his form, but only, in mid formation, I grabbed the matter that was him and stuffed it into this well. I grabbed and grabbed and kept stuffing into the well. It gurgled, but nothing more.
In haste, I picked up the stick and started to mash him through, to get him to stop coming back.
The water turned purple and it kept rising thick.
As I was mashing again and again, this poke happened on my left shoulder.
In my dream, I snapped my head over my shoulder.
I woke up.
It turns out, my cat's paws were kneeing my shoulder, haha. My left one.

♪: brokencyde - BREE BREE!

WOOH.
Every time I wake up early in the morning, I'm in a fantastic mood, even after this horrific, awesome fucking dream EVER. Immediately, when I woke up, I batted my eyes, reeled what just went through my head and said, "Yeah."

WARNING, I'M GOING TO GO INTO GORE DETAIL DOWN HURR.
I only remember a few scenes from the dream, kind of like a movie you can't quite remember.
A group, always dressed in these black cloaks and hoods were trying to assassinate a group of people. Me and this other guy were supposed to find these people and save them before they were killed. And, right before we would get to the person, to warn them, to get them safely out of the way, they would be shot down.
The first man I remember was standing near us, listening to us when I suddenly spotted one of the black cloak guys setting up this sniper. I tried to move him, but the first shot obliterated his shoulder and the other created a grapefruit sized hole in his head. Blood splattered on me and my partner, along with the gray remains of his brain.
We could do no more.
The second guy was sitting on a mall bench (this one is my favourite), eating what looked to be cracker jacks. Me and my partner were looking for the snipers, through a huge wall fountain. Right when we thought it was clear, I saw a sniper setting up, aiming. I tried to yell the victim's name before the sniper shot. Too late. The sniper received two shots right through the head. Pieces of brain, skull and blood made an unorganized pattern on the mall's tiled floor. The victim continued to slouch there, twitching, legs kicking a bit out of the nerves saying their last goodbyes.
And, as if to say something, the Victim opened his mouth, letting foam and blood roll from his mouth.
That's the last thing I remember.

♪: ガゼット - COCKROACH

I HAVE, SIX, COUNT 'EM SIX FUCKING MOSQUITO BITES.
I
Am
Not
Happy.
This means, and you heard it here first, that I REFUSE to go outside unless I have bug spray.
Fuck Buddism. I'm sure they all just cussed at Mosquitos and 'accidentally' swatted at them.
All of them are on my right arm. Just there. NOWHERE ELSE ON MY BODY. It's like a cruel joke.

Cricket's last night was PHUN. Really, it was Cricket.
We color-raped some pictures.

I played horses with Kaylee. It was fun. I picked the tallest horse and kept raving on its superiority to everything.
Then Kaylee explained it was the Daddy horse and she had the momma horse.
She picked one up, and I said, "No, I don't find that one attractive, I do this one, though."
I had to DEMAND Cricket to get my phone for me so Kaylee wouldn't ruin the horses in the kissing circle.
She really wanted me on the floor, but due to my back, I wouldn't, haha.
AND, Zach kept headbutting me on my Vagina.
Talk about awkward.
It was fucking adorable though.
I said, "If this is a sign to come, count me in."
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
OMG, it's hilarious when he headbutts.

Cricket and I went back to her room to finish the colorings we had. No, Cricket, I think you were already finished.
I had a LONG way to go.
Cricket's:

(click on me for larger size!)
She added the clouds and trees to the picture. I love this so much.

MINEEEEE:

(click on me for larger sizeee!)
I added hardwood floors, a neat design to the walls (that you can only really see if it's gleaming), a picture that exclaims 'I love Boats,' and I think that's it.
Me - *mixing red and brown together for the table in the background* Do you think this looks red and brown?
Cricket - Ehhhh, not really. Wait, are you trying to do mahogany?
Me - *smiles* Guilty.

Mulan isn't even HALF as good as what The Little Mermaid can do for you.
Except for the racism in every chinaman. Haha.

I'll end this with Molly (I had to offer her the PROSPECT of food to get these good pictures:



ps - my dream last night was so weird.
The world had ended... And all the 'good' people had was this train thing. Every person who needed food, shelter, was to go with us to find more, or to start a small colony.
Then, we were jumped by these thieves and one of them wasn't human. A giant snake looking guy who dressed like the Joker, but in blue. There was screaming and us trying to fight and that's all I can remember, haaaaaaaa.