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Bizarre dream [14 Jan 2003|10:44pm]
[ mood | amused ]
[ music | None ]
So I had this wierd dream last night that one of the actors from the movie I'm working on turned into a giant ape and was chasing us all to eat us, and we were trying to get away by taking a train, but the cities had already sent the transit systems warnings not to go stop in our town...so, like...we were all hiding in the train station, and were taking turns being on "lookout" so we could see him if he was coming...and he did...and trapped us in there and gave us hell of food. Everyone started pigging out, and I told them not to eat, cuz he was just trying to fatten us up, but we hadn't eaten in two days...so I said that we should eat just enough to get our strength up and that we'd fly away tomorrow (yes, fly...as in without a plane). It was wierd...
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| o/~ I is back with a flash with a whole new invention o/~ 2003-01-12 18:15:34 ET |
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yup
I got tackled by the cutest girl around...who won in a puppy cuteness contest, so I've heard ::proud smile:: yeah...thassright, everyone...she is the cutest :]
hehe, anyhow...drive was long...but we stopped by Anderson's split pea soup and had...well...split pea soup...it was good :] They have a ton of other stuff, too, but that's their specialty.
NEhow...time to change...we're moviein' tonight :] The new spike lee :]
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| 2003-01-11 19:46:32 ET |
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o/~ on the road again o/~
[11 Jan 2003|08:56pm]
[mood|anxious]
[music|Cast Away on the TV.]
It's so wierd...the closer to Phoenix we got...the grumpier and more exausted we were. The closer we get to home, the better our moods and energy levels.
Tomorrow's the big day when we get home. Yay...excited. I have so much stuff to do, though, when I get home...after the obvious "welcoming" has been done ;]
I've realised how much I want to organize my time so I can get everything done. I want to make sure I work enough hours so that I can still pay bills, yet have time to get my homework done. I want to be able to take care of my body better, after seeing what's happening to my grampa, and also fulfil my soul...so this is the deal i propose to myself:
I will work, the nights I dont have school, but before I go to bed each night (or go out, however the case may be), I'll play around with my poi for at least a fifteen min-a half hour, take a shower, and go about my business for the rest of the night. Saturday night, I will comandeer a friend to go drinking with, or kidnap Dylan or both.
Sunday, which will be my guaranteed day off. I'll start the day by having fruit or something healthy for breakfast, then take a shower...file the calouses from my feet, moisturize my skin and hair, drink herbal tea and do homework... saturday, I will also go to the store and get nice foodstuff to eat on sunday. Fruit for breakfast, will probably already have sammich fixin's for lunch, but I will cook something nice at least once a week...not only so I have good food to eat, but so I learn how to make stuff other than pasta :P
Anyhow, so I hope I can at least do the sunday thing...that would be nice...Dylan wouldn't mind, either, I don't think :]
It's wierd...I don't know if anyone else experiences this or if I'm just strange...but when i go away and leave my whole world behind, after a few days, it all becomes a dream...
Just fuzzy images and thoughts that floated through my mind once. Very bizarre feeling...Do you know...I'm nervous about seeing Dylan tomorrow? Not bad nervous...but nervous like how I used to get when we first started going out...the flubberbies in the tumbly thing.
ANyhow...time for a cigarette, methinks..
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| ...continued... 2003-01-10 19:24:58 ET |
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But first I need a cigarette...
So my grampa, it seems, is not as bad off as we were lead to believe. The cheif problem with communication with him is the severe amount of hearing his lost. As it turns out, he's not really that confused at all. Sure, he does get confused, but that's not because his gears aren't running anymore, it's cuz he misinterprets what people say to him.
He's also going through some sort of grief process...he told my mom yesturday, "Can you believe we used to climb mountains and go backpacking? Now, I can barely make it across the parking lot." I can't begin to understand what it would be like to lose my body, you know? Your body starts going so you can't get around anymore, then you're hearing and your vision. You're trapped inside your own body, which is disintegrating around you. Can you imagine how that must feel? I can't, although, I'm sure sometime I will.
Anyhow...We leave tomorrow morning. I miss my grampa already. I remember when these trips were fun. There used to be more to do before my grand-aunt passed away the year before last, too. We'd have two people to visit.
When I was a kid, I would go swimming in her apartment complex's pool, and play with my grandpa's dog. The dog has long since passed, and my days of hair dye have turned me away from swimming...but as an adult, I could sit with Anne (That was my grand-aunt's name, Anne) and smoke, and visit.
She was a hipster in her prime. Going to cocktail parties with her husband, drinking, smoking cigarettes, gambling, and having a good time. This was before the war, i think.
Oh, and how she loved her husband, Ducky, and my grandmother, who she lovingly called "Toods". She used to talk about how she and her sisters would go get their hair done, have lunch, and window shop. Then, they'd go home and make dinner for the men and my mom, when my mom was a kid.
Well, I better get ready for bed...leaving the puter on in case loki comes online, though :P God, I miss him and Stinker...
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| Fooziewatts... 2003-01-10 08:07:53 ET |
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My last day here...I am both happy and upset about it. Happy, cuz I get to get to see my Loki and our little one, more comfy bed, and don't have to wait for an opportunity to smoke...i wont be bored all the time, and I won't have to share a space with my parents, and I can check out that beauty acadamy that's sposed to be opening up near my house.
Bad, because I don't know if I'll ever see my grampa again, and i have to go back to the job that annoys me, the money issues waiting for me there, and beginning a semester at a new school...scary stuff, man.
We went to the most industrial place yesturday...You're gonna laugh when I first say it, but the Phoenix library looks like it was designed by rivetheads. I will scan and post pics at some point.
Ok...back really hurts from sitting...gonna go fix my dreds, which got fuzzy...Starr, how do you keep your dreds from getting fuzzy???
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