Monday, June 28, 2010
things from my brain
-i was going through a notebook of mine i've been scribblin lists and random things in for the past two years. most of it are just lists of movies, gift ideas, songs, ect. one thing i wrote at some point though was "i saw your silhouette today."
no idea where that came from, but i like it.
-when someone is putting you into their phone and they ask how to spell your name, it means they have no idea what it is. unless your name is really odd and unique. lauren, yeah, not so much. i will for sure call you on it by the way. (not gonna lie though, i've definitely had to pull this before. it's better then calling someone the wrong name! which i've done embarrassingly at least twice. i called someone carlos whose name is tyler, and a girl ayla whose name was avery. whoops. the carlos/tyler incident was one for the records though lol)
-i finished dear john. i was really sad during the first half, but then i think i removed myself from it a bit and it got real cheesy. all in all, it's in par with a chick flick. read it if you want a book you'll learn nothing from, but want to read some romance and cry a bit. next book o the docket is only revolutions by mark z. danielewski who also wrote house of leaves (which i never finished, but one day will reread because it was really interesting, it was just a very tough read and i was reading it during school when my mind needed to put attention of the textbooks i was supposed to be reading). not really sure what this one is about, it was with the bargain books at chapters, so i just kind of took a leap with it. a brief summary found on wikipedia (obviously a totally legit and reliable source ;) ) is "Sam and Hailey, and Hailey and Sam, wild and wayward teenagers who never grow old. With an evolving stable of cars, the teenagers move through various places and moments in time as they try to outrace history."
-what is a docket? dictionary.com says:
dock·et (dkt)
n.
1. Law
a. A calendar of the cases awaiting action in a court.
b. A brief entry of the court proceedings in a legal case.
c. The book containing such entries.
2. A summary or other brief statement of the contents of a document; an abstract.
3. A list of things to be done; an agenda.
4. A label or ticket affixed to a package listing the contents or directions for assembling or operating.
tr.v. dock·et·ed, dock·et·ing, dock·ets
1. Law To enter in a court calendar or in a record of court proceedings.
2. To provide with a brief identifying statement.
3. To label or ticket (a parcel).
-since my dog died whenever i see any animal or baby, i have the strongest urge to pick it up and give it a huge hug. i miss holding my dog! so give me yours to hold!
(this peacock just looks so plump and soft. i want to pick this up. i think it would peck my face off though...)
-that's it. have a great day.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
tears for fun?
why do we do things that we know will make us cry? is it a girl thing or an everyone thing? i ask this because i'm reading a book right now that was recommended to me with "you'll like it. it's really good, you'll cry for sure." the same has been said during movie recommendations. why is it that if a movie/book will make you cry, it's considered a good thing? i guess it's because its a work of fiction that creates real emotions in you and we all like to live vicariously through characters in books and films. we like to travel away from our lives from time to time, and experience someone else's. but still, why do we choose ones that will make us cry?
when you're upset you might go and listen to sad music or watch a sad movie etc that will make you cry it out rather than make you feel happier.
i'm not meaning to criticize any of this. i'm one of the worst offenders for this. i really do love when books and movies make me cry. i like feeling intense emotions for these make believe characters. i'm just wondering aloud as to why.
what book is making me cry? *sigh* i hate to admit it, but it's dear john. yes, a nicholas sparks novel. all of his stories are the same (this conclusion is based on the notebook (movie), dear john (book) and the last song (which i haven't seen, but know enough about). a boy and girl meet. they're from different sides of the track (rich/poor, trouble maker/saint, etc). they're together for a summer and somehow fall head over heals in love. then they are forced apart and they try to cope without each other, or how to cope with the struggles in their ever changing relationship.
all the stories may be the same, but they do work. everyone can relate to the story in one way or another. i bawled in the notebook. i've already bawled several times in dear john (and i'm only half way through!)
when you're upset you might go and listen to sad music or watch a sad movie etc that will make you cry it out rather than make you feel happier.
i'm not meaning to criticize any of this. i'm one of the worst offenders for this. i really do love when books and movies make me cry. i like feeling intense emotions for these make believe characters. i'm just wondering aloud as to why.
what book is making me cry? *sigh* i hate to admit it, but it's dear john. yes, a nicholas sparks novel. all of his stories are the same (this conclusion is based on the notebook (movie), dear john (book) and the last song (which i haven't seen, but know enough about). a boy and girl meet. they're from different sides of the track (rich/poor, trouble maker/saint, etc). they're together for a summer and somehow fall head over heals in love. then they are forced apart and they try to cope without each other, or how to cope with the struggles in their ever changing relationship.
all the stories may be the same, but they do work. everyone can relate to the story in one way or another. i bawled in the notebook. i've already bawled several times in dear john (and i'm only half way through!)
Saturday, June 26, 2010
All The Nonsense of Suffering by Sufjan Stevens
Bethany Peters will tell you about the time her daughter crawled into the sewer pipe at the creek in the backyard and came out the other end at the waste treatment plant speaking in tongues. Her daughter was three years old at the time, and Bethany says she has dyslexia. Bethany Peters will tell you about how Christ came into her own life at a time when she considered prostitution. No one asks how she would have made such a living in Pickerel Lake, Michigan population 2,572 where downtown is an abandoned strip mall hosting weekend flea markets where you can get last year's calendars at half-price (people collect them for the pictures).
Bethany Peters will tell you about her first encounter with the Devil, at Morris Street near the P.O., where the stoplight was a stop sign in 1985. She had her groceries in a paper bag, and a carrot stick in her mouth, when the Devil (disguised as a house painter in overalls, with a dirty clergy collar) jaywalked from across the street and said, "Ma'am, can I borrow your spirit for a minute?" Bethany Peters was as big a woman then as she is now. She put her weight forward and said, "No sir, I believe I am redeemed by the blood of the Lamb," and she dropped her groceries and slugged him in the gut. No one witnessed the event, but Mr. Terry (who'd driven in from the farm for a quick shave at Sam's) later found Bethany flat on her back on the crabgrass by the P.O. Her groceries were all over the street: a can of evaporated milk, six packs of Nilla Wafers, and a jar of sweet pickled ginger for her daughter, who was six at the time. Bethany gave her testimony the next Sunday, and pastor Bob made her a church deaconess.
She will tell you she always gets what she prays for. She will tell you she is part of the royal priesthood of God. She will tell you about the time she came home from church and found a wolverine in her kitchen, eating the bread biscuits she'd made for the Christian woman's quilting bee. She'll tell you how she got him out: by shaking her ceramic chimes from the patio, singing the hymn, "Christ is made the sure foundation," which scared him out the front door, since Bethany Peters is tone deaf.
She will tell you, without flinching, how her husband died; she isn't squeamish. She doesn't mind blood, other people's or her own. She will tell you he was found crushed by a snow plow, having passed out in a drift near the Dutch Oven Bakery. His body was found in three equal parts. He was a contractor and a gambler and an alcoholic and sometimes he hit her in the face with his Sunday slippers. Bethany told everyone this in open confession at church many years later. "It really didn't hurt at all," she wept over the microphone. "But my spirit has never recovered." The other members crept around her, laying on their hands, praying for emotional healing, reconciliation, and for Christ's quick return, which will destroy all the nonsense of suffering, once and for all. Bethany cried and cried. She will tell you she never cried so much as then.
She will tell you she is dieting, even though she eats what she likes. She is a big woman. Her body is as wide as a water heater, and her breasts hang like long water balloons to her middle, concealed in a variety of calico dresses made at Joanne's Fabrics. She will tell you she has a younger brother named Guy, a small man with a handsome space between his two front teeth who is not a believer. He has been married three times, and now he runs a liquor store in the U.P. Bethany will tell you that we are all held accountable for what we know, and that God is merciful. She will not say much more about it, though.
What she will tell you is this: her daughter got accepted to a state university after three years of community college. She is studying criminal law, although Bethany was hoping for something less serious: Home Economics, Physical Therapy, or religious studies. She will tell you that her daughter is the apple of her eye, as Elijah was the Apple of God's eye. She will tell you she is glad she didn't have boys, because boys grow up hating their mothers until they are adults, and then they overcompensate for the rest of their lives, calling long distance on weekends, or sending gift packets and coupons for hair conditioners in the mail. Bethany Peters will tell you she would not trade motherhood for all the hair conditioners of the world.
Bethany will tell you about Joshua and the battle of Jericho; she will tell you Jesus drove seven demons out of Mary Magdalene; she will tell you the genealogy of Saul the Benjamite, from memory; she will tell you that Moses never said to Pharaoh, "Let my People go," because Aaron did. She will tell you that Jesus' last words were not "It is finished," but "I finally did it!" She will tell you he died of dehydration, the most natural consequence. "Drink eight glasses a day," she will tell anyone she meets at the supermarket. She will tell you about the abundance of mercy or the peace that passeth understanding. She will tell you about justification through grace and the atonement of sins. She will tell you she is happy to see you, and God bless.
What Bethany Peters won't tell you is that her mother was Jewish and her father was a soda salesman, with a head as bald as a baseball who spent his afternoons at the off-track betting depot in Muskegon. She won't tell you about the time when she was four and her Uncle Joe took off his clothes in front of her when getting ready for the bath. She won't tell you about the time in seventh grade when she broke Melissa Bricker's nose with her physics notebook. She won't tell you she didn't start her period until she was sixteen. She never told anyone about that. She never told anyone about the time she stole money from her husband to buy a wrist watch with a compass, because she'd always wanted to know where she was going. She won't tell you she hates black people, at least not in so many words. She won't tell you she prefers women in dresses and men in hats, or that she threw a fit the day they let the girls wear slacks in church. She won't tell you she is diabetic, and that she takes medication before bed. She won't tell you she has a gun under the floorboards in the pantry. She won't tell you about her miscarriage when she was twenty-seven or that she gave it a name: Lily Rose Peters. She will never tell you about the time she caught her daughter heavy petting on the back porch with Jeremy Keyswater. She will never tell you about the time she hit a doe with her husband's Jeep, and backed up over it to put it out of it's misery. She will never tell you that she hasn't shaved her legs in sixteen years. She will never tell you how she lost her front teeth when her husband jabbed her with his elbow. She will never tell you she is sorry but she doesn't have time to talk right now. And she will never tell you about the two German Shepherds she keeps in the cellar, tied to the furnace with rope, their mouths shut with duct tape, or how she feeds them Oleson's day old steaks and tomato juice, hitting them with kindling or snapping their sides with a hot wet rag, nourishing their tempers, and in the end times, when the world is one big riot, she will loose them on the antichrist, once and for all.
Bethany Peters will tell you about her first encounter with the Devil, at Morris Street near the P.O., where the stoplight was a stop sign in 1985. She had her groceries in a paper bag, and a carrot stick in her mouth, when the Devil (disguised as a house painter in overalls, with a dirty clergy collar) jaywalked from across the street and said, "Ma'am, can I borrow your spirit for a minute?" Bethany Peters was as big a woman then as she is now. She put her weight forward and said, "No sir, I believe I am redeemed by the blood of the Lamb," and she dropped her groceries and slugged him in the gut. No one witnessed the event, but Mr. Terry (who'd driven in from the farm for a quick shave at Sam's) later found Bethany flat on her back on the crabgrass by the P.O. Her groceries were all over the street: a can of evaporated milk, six packs of Nilla Wafers, and a jar of sweet pickled ginger for her daughter, who was six at the time. Bethany gave her testimony the next Sunday, and pastor Bob made her a church deaconess.
She will tell you she always gets what she prays for. She will tell you she is part of the royal priesthood of God. She will tell you about the time she came home from church and found a wolverine in her kitchen, eating the bread biscuits she'd made for the Christian woman's quilting bee. She'll tell you how she got him out: by shaking her ceramic chimes from the patio, singing the hymn, "Christ is made the sure foundation," which scared him out the front door, since Bethany Peters is tone deaf.
She will tell you, without flinching, how her husband died; she isn't squeamish. She doesn't mind blood, other people's or her own. She will tell you he was found crushed by a snow plow, having passed out in a drift near the Dutch Oven Bakery. His body was found in three equal parts. He was a contractor and a gambler and an alcoholic and sometimes he hit her in the face with his Sunday slippers. Bethany told everyone this in open confession at church many years later. "It really didn't hurt at all," she wept over the microphone. "But my spirit has never recovered." The other members crept around her, laying on their hands, praying for emotional healing, reconciliation, and for Christ's quick return, which will destroy all the nonsense of suffering, once and for all. Bethany cried and cried. She will tell you she never cried so much as then.
She will tell you she is dieting, even though she eats what she likes. She is a big woman. Her body is as wide as a water heater, and her breasts hang like long water balloons to her middle, concealed in a variety of calico dresses made at Joanne's Fabrics. She will tell you she has a younger brother named Guy, a small man with a handsome space between his two front teeth who is not a believer. He has been married three times, and now he runs a liquor store in the U.P. Bethany will tell you that we are all held accountable for what we know, and that God is merciful. She will not say much more about it, though.
What she will tell you is this: her daughter got accepted to a state university after three years of community college. She is studying criminal law, although Bethany was hoping for something less serious: Home Economics, Physical Therapy, or religious studies. She will tell you that her daughter is the apple of her eye, as Elijah was the Apple of God's eye. She will tell you she is glad she didn't have boys, because boys grow up hating their mothers until they are adults, and then they overcompensate for the rest of their lives, calling long distance on weekends, or sending gift packets and coupons for hair conditioners in the mail. Bethany Peters will tell you she would not trade motherhood for all the hair conditioners of the world.
Bethany will tell you about Joshua and the battle of Jericho; she will tell you Jesus drove seven demons out of Mary Magdalene; she will tell you the genealogy of Saul the Benjamite, from memory; she will tell you that Moses never said to Pharaoh, "Let my People go," because Aaron did. She will tell you that Jesus' last words were not "It is finished," but "I finally did it!" She will tell you he died of dehydration, the most natural consequence. "Drink eight glasses a day," she will tell anyone she meets at the supermarket. She will tell you about the abundance of mercy or the peace that passeth understanding. She will tell you about justification through grace and the atonement of sins. She will tell you she is happy to see you, and God bless.
What Bethany Peters won't tell you is that her mother was Jewish and her father was a soda salesman, with a head as bald as a baseball who spent his afternoons at the off-track betting depot in Muskegon. She won't tell you about the time when she was four and her Uncle Joe took off his clothes in front of her when getting ready for the bath. She won't tell you about the time in seventh grade when she broke Melissa Bricker's nose with her physics notebook. She won't tell you she didn't start her period until she was sixteen. She never told anyone about that. She never told anyone about the time she stole money from her husband to buy a wrist watch with a compass, because she'd always wanted to know where she was going. She won't tell you she hates black people, at least not in so many words. She won't tell you she prefers women in dresses and men in hats, or that she threw a fit the day they let the girls wear slacks in church. She won't tell you she is diabetic, and that she takes medication before bed. She won't tell you she has a gun under the floorboards in the pantry. She won't tell you about her miscarriage when she was twenty-seven or that she gave it a name: Lily Rose Peters. She will never tell you about the time she caught her daughter heavy petting on the back porch with Jeremy Keyswater. She will never tell you about the time she hit a doe with her husband's Jeep, and backed up over it to put it out of it's misery. She will never tell you that she hasn't shaved her legs in sixteen years. She will never tell you how she lost her front teeth when her husband jabbed her with his elbow. She will never tell you she is sorry but she doesn't have time to talk right now. And she will never tell you about the two German Shepherds she keeps in the cellar, tied to the furnace with rope, their mouths shut with duct tape, or how she feeds them Oleson's day old steaks and tomato juice, hitting them with kindling or snapping their sides with a hot wet rag, nourishing their tempers, and in the end times, when the world is one big riot, she will loose them on the antichrist, once and for all.
Friday, June 25, 2010
the scene of broken socials
This Movie Is Broken - Trailer from Arts & Crafts on Vimeo.
i'm really excited to be seeing bss in october. i think it will be a great show.
i was reading about this movie in the paper a while ago. they filmed it in one day i believe in real time at a real outdoor bss concert. it looks neat, can't wait to see it.
also, i had another of my epicly odd dreams the other night. i was in a uni class in a big auditorium, then somehow everyone in the class had nurf guns and we were all so excited to be playing with them and we had a full out nurf gun fight and every time we got a hold of a new nurf gun we'd talk about how awesome it was and how we remembered having it in our childhood. then somehow the mood of the dream shifted and i don't really remember much of this, but there was something to do with protecting retainers and power rangers and a gummie bear army? in a dream i had last night i was wearing my night retainer thing (which i don't actually often wear, though i should because i grind/clench my teeth at night and wake up with a sore jaw more often than not) and i had broken it somehow in my sleep and was spitting out all of the pieces and it was like my teeth were all falling out, but i'm not sure if they really were or if it was just retainer bits.
Monday, June 21, 2010
by your side
a song to fall in love to.
I'll always be by your side
Even when you're down and out
I'll always be by your side
Even when you're down and out
I just wanted to be your housewife
All i wanted was to be your housewife
I'll iron your clothes
I'll shine your shoes
I'll make your bed
And cook your food
I'll never cheat
I'll be the best girl you'd ever meet
And for a diamond ring
I'll do these kinds of things
I'll scrub your floor
Never be a bore
I'd tuck you in
I do not snore
I'd wear your black eyes
Bake you apple pies
I won't ask whys
And i try not to cry
I'll always be by your side
Even when you're down and out
I'll always be by your side
Even when you're down and out
And its nearly midnight
And all i want with my life
Is to be a housewife
Is to be a housewife
'Cause it's nearly midnight
And all i want with my life
Is to die a housewife
Is to die a housewife
it's odd. i find myself saying the most ridiculously cheesy things lately. but i mean everything i say. i'm trying to appreciate the people around me.
i feel a little like i'm in limbo. i feel stuck, but am surrounded by opportunities. i think i'm overwhelmed with choice. i think it's just the age i am. decisions about the future have to be made, but i'm not sure how to make them. or if i'm ready to make them.
i feel really passionate lately.
celebrity
i watched the movie celebrity this morning just because i saw a preview for it and saw that leonardo dicaprio was in it and was looking fine. he was maybe in the film for ten minutes. but they were a great ten minutes. i watched him throw a huge hissy fit, almost get arrested, gamble, do coke, then have an orgy. his character was a total creep and prick. but i love him.
young leonardo was so attractive looking. now he's kind of eh (i think his head got bigger. and i mean literally, not metaphorically). but i'm still so so attracted.
not gonna lie...i may just have to work my way through leo's filmography this summer (not counting tv appearances or super tiny bit parts aka uncredited or 2 second screen time parts).
let's see what i have to work with (i've already seen most of them, i'll bold the ones i've seen):
Inception (2010)
Shutter Island (2010)
Revolutionary Road (2008) (i've seen the last 30 min of this one, but should will watch it in full)
Body of Lies (2008)
Blood Diamond (2006)
The Departed (2006)
The Aviator (2004)
Catch Me If You Can (2002)
Gangs of New York (2002)
Don's Plum (2001)
The Beach (2000/I)
Celebrity (1998)
The Man in the Iron Mask (1998/I)
Titanic (1997)
Marvin's Room (1996)
Romeo + Juliet (1996)
Total Eclipse (1995)
The Basketball Diaries (1995)
The Quick and the Dead (1995)
The Foot Shooting Party (1994)
What's Eating Gilbert Grape (1993)
This Boy's Life (1993) (i may have seen this one actually)
every single movie of his that i've seen so far i've really liked, or at least liked his bit in it.
come out come out where ever you are.
in other news. yesterday i went to the zoo. the day before that i frolicked in a park. because of those incidents i am COVERED in mosquito bites. my legs and ankles especially. my limbs make my look like i have the chicken pox. I AM SO ITCHY. i don't think i've ever been attacked this badly in one shot! i've covered myself in calamine lotion to stop the itch but it's not working very well. i'm in long pants and a long sleeved shirt so i don't scratch. it's almost unbearable. what i would give to have ten hands scratching at all the itchy spots all at once. *sigh*
also. the other day i finally saw gangs of new york. what an awesome movie. nothing like i thought it was going to be. daniel day lewis is a really great actor. as is leonardo dicaprio. though leo always acts with a furrowed brow. i also watched the usual suspects. decent movie, but i guessed the ending pretty early on. i love kevin spacey. he kind of plays similar characters all the time. sometimes he's the good guy, sometimes he's the bad guy. my favorite performance of his is in american beauty.
i loved all the costumes for this film.
four very different characters. jack slavin - the ballad of jack and rose (weird, but decent movie). daniel plainview - there will be blood (great movie). guido contini - nine (i didn't like this movie at all, but the girl i saw it with loved it). bill 'the butcher' cutting - gangs of new york (like i said, great, great movie).
side note: as you can see i changed the layout. i was sick of the videos not fitting. ta-da. problem solved.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
over 500
just wanted to say HEY.
also, here are two shots from my friends art project she's doing. she made the dress out of flowers and shot a bunch of her friends in it.
yesterday was a really great summer day.
in the morning i went t the farmer's market with my friends richard and natalie. the farmer's market is just outside the perimeter and as an open market for farmers to come and sell their free range/organic produce and sell crafts and things. natalie got quite a bit of stuff. she bought some free range eggs that were absolutely gigantic. probably twice the size of the eggs you buy in the store. then i went and met up with claire for a bit and we stumble upon a blanket in a front yard with "free" marked in front of it and got ourselves a bunch of really sweet clothes and jewelry and things. i got a pair of portable speakers that i can plug into my ipod or laptop to amp up the volume which is pretty sweet since i was planning on buying some really soon. after that we went back to her place and baked a cake, tried on our clothes and sat on her roof in the sun. she had read somewhere on a food blog that you can but a can of pop in your cake to give it extra oomph and flavor so she put in a can of rootbeer into her pecan butterscotch cake. i didn't stick around long enough to give it a taste, but the batter tasted actually pretty good and she said she'd tried it before with good results...even so, i think i'll just stick to my pop-free cakes. after that, i went back to natalie's and we tie dyed a bunch of clothing. i'd never done it before and we both didn't really know what we were doing, but they turned out really well! i'll take a picture of mine at some point. THEN i went to alicia's place and we did a photo shoot for her art project "wearable art" where she made a dress covered in fake flowers.
i ended up passing out last night at about 10 and slept until 9:30 this morning. i guess i needed sleep!
today is father's day so we're heading out to a park, possibly a zoo, then DQ and then back home for a BBQ. i'm also making a cake for my dad. i bought this decoration gel and am going to attempt to write "happy father's day" on the cake....we'll see how that turns out. if it looks really messy i'll just turnthe mess into a bunch of squiggles.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
i'm sorry in advance..
i'm not sure how exactly or why this happened....but i'm now an avid follower of the stupid reality show the bachelorette. i know, i know, it's not the most stimulating of shows, but it sure is entertaining. there's this one really sweet guy on the show named kasey, and you can tell he means well and he really just wants to fall in love, but he is also kind of nuts. kasey and the bachellorette ali went on a one-on-one date tonight and he kept randomly singing her songs about what they were doing, not in a "i'm being goofy and sing-narrating what's happening" but in a "check out my awesome voice, i'm gonna sweep you off your feet la la la" kind of way. he kept saying really cheesy things as well that you might find cute and endearing if you were already in love with the person, but on a [practically] first date it's a little (aka A LOT) too much. she ended up telling him that he seems too over the top and not genuine and she just wanted to see the real him. he didn't get a rose on the date, but he didn't get sent home either, he got another chance before the big rose ceremony.
so. he decides that he needs to do something that shows her he's genuine, etc. and remember, she says he's too over the top right now and he needs to just chill out. what does he do you ask?
he gets a tattoo. yup. a tattoo. of a rose, a shield and a heart on his wrist, because he keeps telling her that he's there to guard her heart. WHAT?! eek. that's like a dude getting your name tattooed on his chest after your second date. way too intense. i'm sorry. whoa.
judge me all you want, but i'm hooked on the bachelorette. whyyyyyyy?!
p.s: he didn't get a chance to show her the tattoo this wekk, but i think he'll reveal it next week. and then i think she'll boot him off. my goodness. guys, do not take dating tips from this show.
so. he decides that he needs to do something that shows her he's genuine, etc. and remember, she says he's too over the top right now and he needs to just chill out. what does he do you ask?
he gets a tattoo. yup. a tattoo. of a rose, a shield and a heart on his wrist, because he keeps telling her that he's there to guard her heart. WHAT?! eek. that's like a dude getting your name tattooed on his chest after your second date. way too intense. i'm sorry. whoa.
judge me all you want, but i'm hooked on the bachelorette. whyyyyyyy?!
p.s: he didn't get a chance to show her the tattoo this wekk, but i think he'll reveal it next week. and then i think she'll boot him off. my goodness. guys, do not take dating tips from this show.
i'm feeling so many things right now. i'm happy, scared, excited, nervous, worried, anxious, bored, loved, lost, and the list goes on. i've been having several really odd dreams again. in short, i shall describe three of my last several dreams i've had the past two nights.
1) i was on a hunt for hard boiled eggs, and later i found two of my friends in a closet magically making rainbows.
2) my friend and i were making each other shirts. i was deciding what to eat for breakfast. i woke up at 11:05 and was late for work.
3) i was following a friend up some stairs to a rooftop party and i had a feeling something really really bad was going to happen. once on the roof i started freaking out and crying. i had a vision of his guy telling me everything would be ok, i looked up and saw him and i got carried toward him and we hugged while i cried, but i knew we couldn't stop whatever was about to happen, but we'd get through it and figure things out together.
i don't believe that certain objects symbolize other things in dreams. i think your dreams are an odd combinations of your thoughts, feelings, and things you experience throughout your day.
1) i've been on a hard boiled egg kick lately because i need protein and don't eat much meat. it's been raining like crazy (hence the rainbows) and i hadn't seen those two guys in a while and had just looked at pictures of them.
2) i've been hanging out a lot with the girl in this dream lately and she can make her own clothes and i want to learn how. i love cereal. and i worked that day at 11.
3) the thing that was bad that was going to happen involved one of my friends who i know has been kind of down in the dumps lately and it was his birthday the other day so i was thinking about him. i've been to lots of parties lately. the guy who i went toward is someone i think is really attractive and reminds me of someone i feel really comfortable around. and i tend to have a lot of rooftop/stairwell settings in my dreams.
even though i can usually break the majority of my dreams down into sources, i still think dreams are really interesting. i think it's amazing that the mind can create these things separate from the waking mind. i do wonder if they try to warn us or tell us about things. i feel that dreams can show you feelings that you didn't know you had.
i could sit around all day and tell people my dreams and hear theirs. i think they're wonderful.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
holy moley me oh my
the way this makes me feel. i hope you feel it too.
Alabama, Arkansas,
I do love my ma and pa,
Not the way that I do love you
Holy, Moley, me, oh my,
You're the apple of my eye,
Girl I've never loved one like you.
Man oh man you're my best friend,
I scream it to the nothingness,
There ain't nothing that I need.
Well, hot and heavy, pumpkin pie,
Chocolate candy, Jesus Christ,
Ain't nothing please me more than you.
Ahh Home. Let me come home
Home is wherever I'm with you.
Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome.
Home is wherever I'm with you.
La, la, la, la, take me home.
Mother, I'm coming home.
I'll follow you into the park,
Through the jungle through the dark,
Girl I never loved one like you.
Moats and boats and waterfalls,
Alley-ways and pay phone calls,
I've been everywhere with you.
We laugh until we think we’ll die,
Barefoot on a summer night
Nothin’ new is sweeter than with you
And in the streets you run afree,
Like it's only you and me,
Geeze, you're something to see.
Ahh Home. Let me go home.
Home is wherever I'm with you.
Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome.
Home is wherever I'm with you.
La, la, la, la, take me home.
Daddy, I'm coming home.
Him: Jade
Her: Alexander
Him: Do you remember that day you fell outta my window?
Her: I sure do, you came jumping out after me.
Him: Well, you fell on the concrete, nearly broke your ass, you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you out to the hospital, you remember that?
Her: Yes I do.
Him: Well there's something I never told you about that night.
Her: What didn't you tell me?
Him: While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you, and I never told you til just now.
Ahh Home. Let me go home.
Home is wherever I'm with you.
Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome.
Home is where I'm alone with you.
Home. Let me come home.
Home is wherever I'm with you.
Ahh home. Yes I am ho-oh-ome.
Home is when I'm alone with you.
Alabama, Arkansas,
I do love my ma and pa...
Moats and boats and waterfalls,
Alley-ways and pay phone calls...
Ahh Home. Let me go home.
Home is wherever I'm with you.
Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome.
Home is where I'm alone with you...
Friday, June 4, 2010
oh that adrian
i have no idea why this made me smile as big as it did, but maybe it'll do the same for you!
my blog cuts a bit of the video off, so go to this link for the full sized video!
UPDATE:
so when i first posted this, i watched the video at least 8 times that day. that night i dreamed that adrien brody came into my work and i was so excited and asking him a bunch of things and telling him how much i loved him. i think i annoyed him and he left my store and while he was leaving i shouted "WAIT! I HAVE ONE MORE QUESTION! have you ever seen brodyquest?!"
haha i'm the biggest dork.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
nine. it's less than ten.
if you're in/have ever been in university, you've probably had the nightmare where you realise you have an exam for a course you've completely forgot you're in and have never been so a single class. being in my summer online course feels exactly like this. only it's not a dream. it feels really odd to NEVER go to a physical class. all i do is read my text books and look things up online. i haven't had my first quiz yet, which is also online. we'll see how that goes. i'd really like to do well in this.
i haven't collected too many pictures lately. this is all i have. enjoy. i've been too much text lately, not enough pictures.
also, random side note: i'm trying to eat healthy and bike a lot lately. i had a dream the other night where someone offered me a poptart and i went to go get one but then i'm like "oh wait, no, i can't, i'm trying to eat healthy." way to go dream me!
for june: no chocolate and no starbucks. because i spend too much money on these. if i really wanted to save a bundle i'd also say no bagels....but then i'd probably starve.
i haven't collected too many pictures lately. this is all i have. enjoy. i've been too much text lately, not enough pictures.
also, random side note: i'm trying to eat healthy and bike a lot lately. i had a dream the other night where someone offered me a poptart and i went to go get one but then i'm like "oh wait, no, i can't, i'm trying to eat healthy." way to go dream me!
for june: no chocolate and no starbucks. because i spend too much money on these. if i really wanted to save a bundle i'd also say no bagels....but then i'd probably starve.
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