Okay, so I am being a good student and not paying attention in class because my brain is elsewhere, but am actually here on the day before spring break. I am taking notes on the computer because I forgot my pencil and/or pen, so I cannot write in a notebook. I look more attentive than I am when I do that... and when I sketch in the notebook.
So, they say that if you are sketching, you are actually paying more attention...
So, spring break is gonna be kind of really boring. I don't have any major plans. I have a birthday and Josh is planning on taking me to a nice restaurant for lunch for my birthday.. or dinner (cause I like the crab they serve at dinner) if he has the money. It is reeeaally pricey. And makes me feel expensive... I don't even know if they do the free birthday meal for lunch. It is my 21st, so I might get something alcoholic that I don't like just for the hell of it. Good thing he can drive as of my birthday, so if I do anything stupid he can drive.
We totally just spent the first 20 minutes of class talking about papers, and the first 5 minutes of the distracted 20 laughing at a classmate's small child's antics. He decided to bow out of class to reduce distraction. I am gonna try to email him my notes. I don't know how good they are gonna be.
I am soooo frazzle-brained and kind of out of it today due to lack of sleep and lack of getting things done that I am supposed to do... only to find out that he doesn't really care if we turn them in, it is just a free reading and analysis without being graded. Too bad my rewrites kind of really suck.
I am sending in my computer today, for fixing. When I get it back, I will have to come to WU to pick it up. Fuu. I am gonna wanna sleeeep. Maybe I will take a nap after I get out of class... yes, I think so. *sigh* I still have half an hour to go... and then to drop off my computer...
List of things to do (no particular order):
( )1. Homework for the following Monday
( )2. Dirty clothes in the trashbag
( )3. Strip/remake the bed, stuff bedding in trashbag to take home
( )4. dishes
( )5. miscellaneous cleaning
( )6. Ship off the computer
( )7. Sleeeeep
Okay, now to stop being goofy and start paying attention.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Cannot Cannot Cannot FOCUS
It is the day before Spring Break begins (aka Thursday before Spring Break, as SB starts on Friday afternoon) and I have so much to do before I can leave!
Here is the list of homework due, uhm, TOMORROW(there is an X in the parentheses if it is done already):
( )1. Completely rewrite my Geology of Oregon paper.
( )2. Edit my Landslides Paper.
( )3. Edit my Volcanoes Paper.
( )4. Edit my Earthquake Paper.
(X)5. Do the Problem Set for Environmental Geology.
( )6. Read 55 pages and write an insightful commentary complete with summary of themes, some reflections, and a well-thought-out question or three.
Here the list of to-dos continues, but it is expanded to things needed done by tomorrow night:
( )7. Pack up my broken computer to ship out tomorrow.
( )8. Do my dishes that reeeeaaaallly need to be done.
( )9. Stuff all my dirty laundry into giant black trash bags to take home and launder.
( )10. Organize my room/clean it up
( )11. Pack up all the things I want to take with me for the break, i.e. basketry stuff, books I want to share with siblings, homework that I really shouldn't put off or I'll end up in this mess of too much that needs done again. (Note how I am totally getting my work done at this moment.)
So that is my list of things to do. Shower, eat, and sleep are in there somewhere, as are going to work and/or class. (Like I should be doing tonight but may not be able to... or will and am just bringing my homework along.)
Le sigh.
And Spring Break is my birthday, so it will be interesting to see if people treat me any different as I age.
~N
Here is the list of homework due, uhm, TOMORROW(there is an X in the parentheses if it is done already):
( )1. Completely rewrite my Geology of Oregon paper.
( )2. Edit my Landslides Paper.
( )3. Edit my Volcanoes Paper.
( )4. Edit my Earthquake Paper.
(X)5. Do the Problem Set for Environmental Geology.
( )6. Read 55 pages and write an insightful commentary complete with summary of themes, some reflections, and a well-thought-out question or three.
Here the list of to-dos continues, but it is expanded to things needed done by tomorrow night:
( )7. Pack up my broken computer to ship out tomorrow.
( )8. Do my dishes that reeeeaaaallly need to be done.
( )9. Stuff all my dirty laundry into giant black trash bags to take home and launder.
( )10. Organize my room/clean it up
( )11. Pack up all the things I want to take with me for the break, i.e. basketry stuff, books I want to share with siblings, homework that I really shouldn't put off or I'll end up in this mess of too much that needs done again. (Note how I am totally getting my work done at this moment.)
So that is my list of things to do. Shower, eat, and sleep are in there somewhere, as are going to work and/or class. (Like I should be doing tonight but may not be able to... or will and am just bringing my homework along.)
Le sigh.
And Spring Break is my birthday, so it will be interesting to see if people treat me any different as I age.
~N
Monday, March 16, 2009
Powwow (and other news)
So, Powwow happened on the 14th. The day before (Friday the 13th) I had to drive an hour northward to pick up Josh so he could attend the dinner and meetings. By the way, I am on the Native Advisory Council for Willamette, so I had to go to a dinner on Friday and meetings. Because she is in the club, Alexis got to go to dinner. She was invited to the meetings but respectfully declined.
I was rather annoyed to, but got to get up at 8am on Saturday morning to head over for meetings. Josh and I were in the meetings until 11:15, at which time we left to prep for powwow. At 11:30 I started getting things together for vendors to arrive. I had the clipboard of doomy-doom, and was vendor relations. Basically, I checked them in and made sure that they did not swap spots on us. Alexis did the same job, only on the inside. Most of the time, we did swap out when I was finally really cold and wanted to swap for warming-up time.
It was raining (okay, drizzling) and windy, so the drops were being blown into us under the gazebo-popup thing. Which blew totally away once, and partly away another two or three times. Funfun.
Anywho, the vendors were amazingly nice. The bumps were smoothed over very quickly and nicely so we had no trouble once everyone was set up. There was a lot of friendliness and gaiety. Alexis and I were working for the first few hours, into powwow proper, which started at 4pm. Annie came by to hang out, but Alexis and I were babysitting a booth, then doing offical stuff for a bit before we could sit down. By the time we were able to sit and chat, we wanted food. Annie had already eaten and was bored and felt kind of like we didn't want to hang out, which was totally usou.
We had a lot of interesting cultural lessons. There were a few whistling of the drums (asking for the drums to sing for a specific reason), as well as TWO feathers being dropped and having to be retrieved. There is an entire ceremony that goes into retrieving the feathers, as they can stand for a range of things. The most commonly accepted are a) sacredness of the feather needs to be honoured, and b) a fallen warrior that needs to be prayed for. In b, it is believed that a soldier has fallen, a life was dropped, and that we need to give it new life and honour the soldier.
We got TIUA students to dance, and Alexis showed off her dancing skills that we have painfully been working on for the past week. We will continue the dance practice still, however, because it is good exercise and more fun than treadmills and bicycles followed by crunches on a mat. It works the entire body and improves posture! However, our first lesson and a half were on thin carpet of concrete, so we kind of fucked our legs over before we even started, which caused pain. Sadly, I couldn't dance well.
Josh competed in the grass dance competition! At first there were only 3 or 4 other dancers, so he had good odds. Others showed up by the time of the contest. Unfortunately, out of practice, Josh didn't win. That is okay, he tried! He looked damn hot, too, since his legs were nicely exposed and I could watch him shake it. haahaa. Okay, shake it is the wrong descriptor, but that is okay. He is sexy anyway.
Now I am very hurriedly trying to study for my Japanese exam tomorrow (it is already quarter after midnight and I haven't had the time. Maybe I should have really skipped Coraline). I did my FAFSA in 15 minutes with little knowledge since I haven't done my taxes. I did most of my reading and a shitty commentary for class. Go me.
Gotta go study and cuddle Josh some more before he leaves for his Finals tomorrow. Ganbatte!!
~N
I was rather annoyed to, but got to get up at 8am on Saturday morning to head over for meetings. Josh and I were in the meetings until 11:15, at which time we left to prep for powwow. At 11:30 I started getting things together for vendors to arrive. I had the clipboard of doomy-doom, and was vendor relations. Basically, I checked them in and made sure that they did not swap spots on us. Alexis did the same job, only on the inside. Most of the time, we did swap out when I was finally really cold and wanted to swap for warming-up time.
It was raining (okay, drizzling) and windy, so the drops were being blown into us under the gazebo-popup thing. Which blew totally away once, and partly away another two or three times. Funfun.
Anywho, the vendors were amazingly nice. The bumps were smoothed over very quickly and nicely so we had no trouble once everyone was set up. There was a lot of friendliness and gaiety. Alexis and I were working for the first few hours, into powwow proper, which started at 4pm. Annie came by to hang out, but Alexis and I were babysitting a booth, then doing offical stuff for a bit before we could sit down. By the time we were able to sit and chat, we wanted food. Annie had already eaten and was bored and felt kind of like we didn't want to hang out, which was totally usou.
We had a lot of interesting cultural lessons. There were a few whistling of the drums (asking for the drums to sing for a specific reason), as well as TWO feathers being dropped and having to be retrieved. There is an entire ceremony that goes into retrieving the feathers, as they can stand for a range of things. The most commonly accepted are a) sacredness of the feather needs to be honoured, and b) a fallen warrior that needs to be prayed for. In b, it is believed that a soldier has fallen, a life was dropped, and that we need to give it new life and honour the soldier.
We got TIUA students to dance, and Alexis showed off her dancing skills that we have painfully been working on for the past week. We will continue the dance practice still, however, because it is good exercise and more fun than treadmills and bicycles followed by crunches on a mat. It works the entire body and improves posture! However, our first lesson and a half were on thin carpet of concrete, so we kind of fucked our legs over before we even started, which caused pain. Sadly, I couldn't dance well.
Josh competed in the grass dance competition! At first there were only 3 or 4 other dancers, so he had good odds. Others showed up by the time of the contest. Unfortunately, out of practice, Josh didn't win. That is okay, he tried! He looked damn hot, too, since his legs were nicely exposed and I could watch him shake it. haahaa. Okay, shake it is the wrong descriptor, but that is okay. He is sexy anyway.
Now I am very hurriedly trying to study for my Japanese exam tomorrow (it is already quarter after midnight and I haven't had the time. Maybe I should have really skipped Coraline). I did my FAFSA in 15 minutes with little knowledge since I haven't done my taxes. I did most of my reading and a shitty commentary for class. Go me.
Gotta go study and cuddle Josh some more before he leaves for his Finals tomorrow. Ganbatte!!
~N
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Things are gettin Started!
So, I have applied to be a Summer CA (somethin Associate). SCA. Not to be confused with the Society of Creative Anachronism (SCA) that I have participated in as a child. so to deliniate, the job I applied for will be the Summer CA.
We had the group interview today. One was definitely some sort of psych exam, asking who on gilligan's crew would be left behind and what would be left behind and who/what would go on the boat. We wanted all the people and the water filter. We also made an inter-floor gift-giving basket out of tinsel, iPod headphones, a basket, a bicycle pump, two gear thingies and some skewers. Not the best invention in the world.
We also did ice-breaker thingies. I knew many people there, and there was the distinct smell of garlic pizza in the room that pissed me off royally.
So, I am one of the 30 people in the room vying for 10 positions. Hopefully it will work out that the people I know get the job... I know they would make good Summer CAs.
Now to do my homework, only likely not since I am really feather-brained right now.
We had the group interview today. One was definitely some sort of psych exam, asking who on gilligan's crew would be left behind and what would be left behind and who/what would go on the boat. We wanted all the people and the water filter. We also made an inter-floor gift-giving basket out of tinsel, iPod headphones, a basket, a bicycle pump, two gear thingies and some skewers. Not the best invention in the world.
We also did ice-breaker thingies. I knew many people there, and there was the distinct smell of garlic pizza in the room that pissed me off royally.
So, I am one of the 30 people in the room vying for 10 positions. Hopefully it will work out that the people I know get the job... I know they would make good Summer CAs.
Now to do my homework, only likely not since I am really feather-brained right now.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Spring ahead = not so springy
Seriously, it isn't! It makes people tired and grumpy. Including myself.
So, if you haven't heard and if I didn't already post this (highly possible I did), this will be the first exciting time you get to hear about my chance to pick a tick off my fiance's neck. Totally exciting... not.
I thought it was a zit when my finger first brushed over it, so I looked. Nope. In all its eight-legged, blood-sucking glory was a small-headed tick firmly attached to my the back of Josh's neck, discreetly hiding in the hairline.
The solution? Kill it with fire. Okay, not kill, make it let go of Josh... Problem: we cannot put zippo lighter so near his neck (very sensitive in the back) and do not want to put it so near his very long, very pretty hair. So we steal a fork from the kitchen and heat that to pester the pest into letting go. Oh, with a borrowed lighter.
So the fucker dies without letting go, which is more annoying because we then get to pull it OFF him and pray that we get it all. Of COURSE, he won't go to the ER over what he thinks is silly. A tick. Apparently he has dealt with these annoyances before while trapeizing through the gorge.
Fun.
In other news, we went to Kyoto, the tasty restaurant, for the joint birthday party between Alexis and I. It was lots of fun and really tasty, despite the fact that our cook was firing the bad jokes off like crazy. We brought actual Japanese people to the fakey Japanese restaurant, so they were astonished at the bad jokes. I am hoping not too offended. Our waitress spoke Japanese, which was all good since one of our TIUA student friends was having trouble ordering in English. She was really sweet.
Alexis and I each got a chibi iced cream with a birthday candle. When the waitress brought it she asked if we wanted her to sing. Alexis and I gratefully told her she could skip the singing. She looked pretty glad, too! The boys got in a race to see who could eat the most food. Atsushi ate half of Josh's expensive sushi. We thought he wanted another piece, not the whole plate, so we said "sure". Oops. Poor Josh wanted to save some of that for breakfast. *Sadness* I will have to learn how to make good sushi for him. They were really tasty, too, with tempura filing in one, unagi (fresh water eel) in another, and smoked salmon in the third. Maybe I will buy him tasty sushi soon, if I cannot master making it.
Right now I am sitting at work(MMWR). The clock says it is 10:30, but my brain knows it is only 9:30 and the clock lies because of daylight savings time. It is silly we still have it since it was originally instituted so that the very agrarian society at the time could get more work out of the poor children. Now there are very few farming communities, so I, personally, wouldn't mind if it were abolished. Then there wouldn't be "daylight savings syndrome" every spring. The hour "extra" in the fall isn't worth the torment of spring's getting up too early.
Lies. The clock is usouing.
Oh! And I just remembered. I am no longer usouing to Alexis. The present is done and in her possession. However, I would like to recommend that they are not tried on till tonight at 10pm or later, and not danced in till Thursday just in case the uber strong glue is still setting.
Alright, catch you another day.
~N
So, if you haven't heard and if I didn't already post this (highly possible I did), this will be the first exciting time you get to hear about my chance to pick a tick off my fiance's neck. Totally exciting... not.
I thought it was a zit when my finger first brushed over it, so I looked. Nope. In all its eight-legged, blood-sucking glory was a small-headed tick firmly attached to my the back of Josh's neck, discreetly hiding in the hairline.
The solution? Kill it with fire. Okay, not kill, make it let go of Josh... Problem: we cannot put zippo lighter so near his neck (very sensitive in the back) and do not want to put it so near his very long, very pretty hair. So we steal a fork from the kitchen and heat that to pester the pest into letting go. Oh, with a borrowed lighter.
So the fucker dies without letting go, which is more annoying because we then get to pull it OFF him and pray that we get it all. Of COURSE, he won't go to the ER over what he thinks is silly. A tick. Apparently he has dealt with these annoyances before while trapeizing through the gorge.
Fun.
In other news, we went to Kyoto, the tasty restaurant, for the joint birthday party between Alexis and I. It was lots of fun and really tasty, despite the fact that our cook was firing the bad jokes off like crazy. We brought actual Japanese people to the fakey Japanese restaurant, so they were astonished at the bad jokes. I am hoping not too offended. Our waitress spoke Japanese, which was all good since one of our TIUA student friends was having trouble ordering in English. She was really sweet.
Alexis and I each got a chibi iced cream with a birthday candle. When the waitress brought it she asked if we wanted her to sing. Alexis and I gratefully told her she could skip the singing. She looked pretty glad, too! The boys got in a race to see who could eat the most food. Atsushi ate half of Josh's expensive sushi. We thought he wanted another piece, not the whole plate, so we said "sure". Oops. Poor Josh wanted to save some of that for breakfast. *Sadness* I will have to learn how to make good sushi for him. They were really tasty, too, with tempura filing in one, unagi (fresh water eel) in another, and smoked salmon in the third. Maybe I will buy him tasty sushi soon, if I cannot master making it.
Right now I am sitting at work(MMWR). The clock says it is 10:30, but my brain knows it is only 9:30 and the clock lies because of daylight savings time. It is silly we still have it since it was originally instituted so that the very agrarian society at the time could get more work out of the poor children. Now there are very few farming communities, so I, personally, wouldn't mind if it were abolished. Then there wouldn't be "daylight savings syndrome" every spring. The hour "extra" in the fall isn't worth the torment of spring's getting up too early.
Lies. The clock is usouing.
Oh! And I just remembered. I am no longer usouing to Alexis. The present is done and in her possession. However, I would like to recommend that they are not tried on till tonight at 10pm or later, and not danced in till Thursday just in case the uber strong glue is still setting.
Alright, catch you another day.
~N
Monday, March 9, 2009
I do exist
I have decided that I am, in fact, not a mythical creature as rumour would have one believe. I have just been busy.
The present for Alexis is not finished... still... and it is two days after it was promised and was totally spoiled by the fact that I had to make sure it fit right. *sigh* For those of you who don't know, it is a pair of moccasins... and the first time I have ever made them at that!
I have done way too much homework and am appalled by looking at my schedule. I have a Japanese test the Monday after Powwow, and a Japanese oral exam the day before. The day before I have a dinner that starts at 6:30, with a reception before starting at 6pm. Then I have a meeting till I-don't-know-when. After that it is sleep, then up for my 8:30 meeting that goes until about 11:15. Then I zip over to my room, then to the gym to help with the vendor setup. I stay there pretty much the entire time, until cleanup ends around midnight. So I am damn dedicated to the Powwow and the Native Advisory board of which I am a part because I am NAEA Co-President.
By the way, anyone who actually reads this should totally go to Powwow. That means you, Alexis, but I know you will be there anyway, my trusty counterpart!
The info:
7th Annual Social Powwow
Saturday, March 14th
4pm - 10PM
Willamette University
FREEEEE
There are vendors and dancers and drummers/singers and food and lots of fun. You can also win fun, cool stuff like jewelry or hotel packages. Or the grand prize: A Pendleton blanket!!
Now I have to get all ready to go present to TIUA students at a meeting that is boring them to tears and already going on for way too long and pretend I am supposed to be there and make them interested in Powwow. Yay....
Did I mention you should go to Powwow? Like, get your arrangements made now?
The present for Alexis is not finished... still... and it is two days after it was promised and was totally spoiled by the fact that I had to make sure it fit right. *sigh* For those of you who don't know, it is a pair of moccasins... and the first time I have ever made them at that!
I have done way too much homework and am appalled by looking at my schedule. I have a Japanese test the Monday after Powwow, and a Japanese oral exam the day before. The day before I have a dinner that starts at 6:30, with a reception before starting at 6pm. Then I have a meeting till I-don't-know-when. After that it is sleep, then up for my 8:30 meeting that goes until about 11:15. Then I zip over to my room, then to the gym to help with the vendor setup. I stay there pretty much the entire time, until cleanup ends around midnight. So I am damn dedicated to the Powwow and the Native Advisory board of which I am a part because I am NAEA Co-President.
By the way, anyone who actually reads this should totally go to Powwow. That means you, Alexis, but I know you will be there anyway, my trusty counterpart!
The info:
7th Annual Social Powwow
Saturday, March 14th
4pm - 10PM
Willamette University
FREEEEE
There are vendors and dancers and drummers/singers and food and lots of fun. You can also win fun, cool stuff like jewelry or hotel packages. Or the grand prize: A Pendleton blanket!!
Now I have to get all ready to go present to TIUA students at a meeting that is boring them to tears and already going on for way too long and pretend I am supposed to be there and make them interested in Powwow. Yay....
Did I mention you should go to Powwow? Like, get your arrangements made now?
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Strange dreams the second ::LONG POST::
Okay, apparently I have a gift for strange dreams. Just to let you guys know, this one is kind of surreal and somewhat gory. I will edit out a bunch of the gore, but it will still be really strange.
Start: I am on the bus going from home to Downtown Portland to go to my alma mater SMA. Except I get on the wrong bus and there is this guy who keeps looking at me funny. I get off the bus and walk to the proper station nearby to get downtown. I don't recognize the area, but the dream me knows it. (And happens to be about 50+ pounds lighter than I am and slimmer. Man, I want that bod. *insert allusion to bad colognes bad commercial and gets shot*)
Okay, so the start is not so bad. But the dude followed me and I get off again, and downtown is no downtown I have ever seen. Too many trees. Okay, I have seen it... in another dream where I killed two men in cold blood by dropping them off a cliff. They were gonna kill me and had killed my family, but that is a completely different strange dream story.
Anyway, I end up in this house where we are having a party in the basement. The dream-me knows everyone except I don't actually recognize anyone that was in the dream as anyone I know in this world. I end up holding this young man (around my age) who is shaking and crying and trying not to do something. I am trying to help him not do something, though (at this point) I have no idea what I am attempting to prevent. He has short, dark hair, and looks native... southern native of the variety usually confused with Mexicans, but with the wrong nose to be from Mexico. He is beautiful, too, kind of girly. The dream-me is kind of really attracted to him. Since the dream me looks nothing like the real me (saw me in a mirror entering the house), I assume that it is the equivalent of the Josh character in the dream. Anywho, enough analysis.
So all of a sudden he explodes. Figuratively. The next thing I see is this oaken boken he has sharpened and is using to massacre everyone at the party. Apparently comfort did nothing to stop it, but delayed it to when everyone is nonchalant and chill. Noone screams when he is killing them. It is eerily normal. Normal tones. Normal interactions. Normal patterns of speech. Until the person dies. So, needless to say, I wake up after blacking out as a corpse.
Okay, the other corpses are creepy as hell. They are laying in poses impossible in life unless one is a damn good contortionist. All of them have blue eyes. Okay, not blue as in pretty blue natural eyes. As in the icy, piercing blue of the arctic, where water has been frozen to a very pale blue. The whites of their eyes are black, which accentuates the blue, and the pupils are black. Okay, creepy much? And the creepier part? They are all staring at me. I am on the floor. Freaking hot psycho dude is holding me and crying and whispering "why?" as he rocks back and forth. Why? Well, you kind of went psyco and killed me.
Then my older brother and his woman companion come (I say 'his woman companion' because I have the impression she is his wife/fiance/girlfriend, but could not decide). He calmly surveys the dead until he sees me, when he is startled to see that I am dead. But not quite, actually. After listening very closely there was a dull, faint pulse that was beating entirely too slow and entirely too weakly to support me for long and it is surprising that I am not already totally dead. I have a large wound on my left shoulder, right below where I broke it when I was eleven (apparently it was still the same in the dream world. And that is where they were poking at me and it hurt) and all most all the way through. Another wound was on my right side, just above my hip. Thanks for striking two main blood vessels.
They wash all the corpses, while hot dude of psychoness holds me. He is still crying, but seems calmer. They shroud the corpses then start washing the huge amounts of blood off of me and bind my wounds. I have lost a lot of blood and have trouble keeping consciousness, but what consciousness I do have is sharper than obsidian. They say that I will live as long as none of the huge-ass clotted wounds open and drain what precious little blood I have yet. They start to carry me to a truck where they are gonna lay me in the back seat. The bandage around my torso snagged on one of the latches, pulling against my chest and ripping open the wound on my left shoulder. I made a soft cry of pain and the dream faded to black, with the hot psycho's face in my field of going vision. He was crying, apologizing, and asking/pleading/ordering me not to go.
It didn't work and the dream went to black for about thirty seconds before my alarm woke me.... what a knack for odd dreams, ne? I really want to draw the scene where all the corpses were staring, it was vivid and freaky and kind of fun. *shot due to weirdness*
***
In other news, Josh and I struck on the same idea. He intended to surprise me with it and that failed miserably as I came up with the same idea. He is so cute! So now I am waiting for his arrival, but I don't know when that will be, as we compromised. He will come like we both want, but I don't know when he is arriving but to know that it is after dinner. So it is still kind of a surprise.
And Alexis keeps eating my Gardetto Garlic Rye chips. I will need to ask Josh for more and give him money so he will keep buying it for me. No idea how long the "by special request" bags of only the brown crunchies will be around... I should stock up. Good thing I was raised to share and like giving them to her.
Now that I have wasted my work hour typing this and checking various things, I am gonna let you stop reading a ton of my ramblings and log out.
~N
Start: I am on the bus going from home to Downtown Portland to go to my alma mater SMA. Except I get on the wrong bus and there is this guy who keeps looking at me funny. I get off the bus and walk to the proper station nearby to get downtown. I don't recognize the area, but the dream me knows it. (And happens to be about 50+ pounds lighter than I am and slimmer. Man, I want that bod. *insert allusion to bad colognes bad commercial and gets shot*)
Okay, so the start is not so bad. But the dude followed me and I get off again, and downtown is no downtown I have ever seen. Too many trees. Okay, I have seen it... in another dream where I killed two men in cold blood by dropping them off a cliff. They were gonna kill me and had killed my family, but that is a completely different strange dream story.
Anyway, I end up in this house where we are having a party in the basement. The dream-me knows everyone except I don't actually recognize anyone that was in the dream as anyone I know in this world. I end up holding this young man (around my age) who is shaking and crying and trying not to do something. I am trying to help him not do something, though (at this point) I have no idea what I am attempting to prevent. He has short, dark hair, and looks native... southern native of the variety usually confused with Mexicans, but with the wrong nose to be from Mexico. He is beautiful, too, kind of girly. The dream-me is kind of really attracted to him. Since the dream me looks nothing like the real me (saw me in a mirror entering the house), I assume that it is the equivalent of the Josh character in the dream. Anywho, enough analysis.
So all of a sudden he explodes. Figuratively. The next thing I see is this oaken boken he has sharpened and is using to massacre everyone at the party. Apparently comfort did nothing to stop it, but delayed it to when everyone is nonchalant and chill. Noone screams when he is killing them. It is eerily normal. Normal tones. Normal interactions. Normal patterns of speech. Until the person dies. So, needless to say, I wake up after blacking out as a corpse.
Okay, the other corpses are creepy as hell. They are laying in poses impossible in life unless one is a damn good contortionist. All of them have blue eyes. Okay, not blue as in pretty blue natural eyes. As in the icy, piercing blue of the arctic, where water has been frozen to a very pale blue. The whites of their eyes are black, which accentuates the blue, and the pupils are black. Okay, creepy much? And the creepier part? They are all staring at me. I am on the floor. Freaking hot psycho dude is holding me and crying and whispering "why?" as he rocks back and forth. Why? Well, you kind of went psyco and killed me.
Then my older brother and his woman companion come (I say 'his woman companion' because I have the impression she is his wife/fiance/girlfriend, but could not decide). He calmly surveys the dead until he sees me, when he is startled to see that I am dead. But not quite, actually. After listening very closely there was a dull, faint pulse that was beating entirely too slow and entirely too weakly to support me for long and it is surprising that I am not already totally dead. I have a large wound on my left shoulder, right below where I broke it when I was eleven (apparently it was still the same in the dream world. And that is where they were poking at me and it hurt) and all most all the way through. Another wound was on my right side, just above my hip. Thanks for striking two main blood vessels.
They wash all the corpses, while hot dude of psychoness holds me. He is still crying, but seems calmer. They shroud the corpses then start washing the huge amounts of blood off of me and bind my wounds. I have lost a lot of blood and have trouble keeping consciousness, but what consciousness I do have is sharper than obsidian. They say that I will live as long as none of the huge-ass clotted wounds open and drain what precious little blood I have yet. They start to carry me to a truck where they are gonna lay me in the back seat. The bandage around my torso snagged on one of the latches, pulling against my chest and ripping open the wound on my left shoulder. I made a soft cry of pain and the dream faded to black, with the hot psycho's face in my field of going vision. He was crying, apologizing, and asking/pleading/ordering me not to go.
It didn't work and the dream went to black for about thirty seconds before my alarm woke me.... what a knack for odd dreams, ne? I really want to draw the scene where all the corpses were staring, it was vivid and freaky and kind of fun. *shot due to weirdness*
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In other news, Josh and I struck on the same idea. He intended to surprise me with it and that failed miserably as I came up with the same idea. He is so cute! So now I am waiting for his arrival, but I don't know when that will be, as we compromised. He will come like we both want, but I don't know when he is arriving but to know that it is after dinner. So it is still kind of a surprise.
And Alexis keeps eating my Gardetto Garlic Rye chips. I will need to ask Josh for more and give him money so he will keep buying it for me. No idea how long the "by special request" bags of only the brown crunchies will be around... I should stock up. Good thing I was raised to share and like giving them to her.
Now that I have wasted my work hour typing this and checking various things, I am gonna let you stop reading a ton of my ramblings and log out.
~N
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