Showing posts with label Rach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rach. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
from silent dreams we never wake
DREAMS FOR JUNE FOR 92).:
1). I was sitting in a chair with a bunch of other people. The chairs were all lined up and spaced evenly, 2 on each side of an aisle. We were all waiting to get on a space ship. We had to attach stickers to a page, and we were running late. Xander, from Buffy, was there, but he wasn't on the role. The screechy art teacher from high school was in charge. One of my uni friends wanted to take a soft toy with her, to flank her. My friends were worrying about the fact my back hurt, telling me to get it checked out but there was no time.
>> yay, space travel? I DON'T KNOW. K's bf says all dreams are wishes, but I reckon he might change his opinion if he heard half my dreams. But space travel isn't that crazy. I wouldn't mind living in a space ship for a while. I should watch Buffy more and I guess my uni friend might actually say that.
2). I was trying to analyse No Doubt lyrics but was getting hysterical because I couldn't remember the words. Mother dearest was getting cranky and told me to ask Dad.
>> H saved me from this dream. Part of me cursed him to hell for waking me but most of me is glad I didn't get to find out where that was going. I don't even listen to No Doubt.
3). I was going to the movies but the parking lot was the uni parking lot. H was driving us there in a giant car. We went into the cinema and my cousins were there but they ran away. My two uncles who currently live overseas, in different countries, were telling us to be quiet so they could watch the movie. I went outside and sat with Mother Dearest and someone. The someone and I were smoking. Mother Dearest hadn't noticed, until L came over and pointed it out. Then Mother Dearest got really mad.
>> This was straight after rolling over and deciding to dream of something better than No Doubt lyrics. H driving is me not wanting to drive anymore. NO MORE DRIVING. I will kill someone. It's a matter of 'when' not 'if'. I must have been convinced Mother Dearest was mad at me over something. I don't really miss my cousins and uncles, except for James. But thats more of a worry he'll kill himself or impregnate someone unless I somehow personally stop it 'miss'. So I don't get that. And I'm sick of smoking dreams.
4). T had a job interview at the Macca's near my uni. I thought it would be great because I could hang out at Macca's and do uni work while he worked and the catch a train back together. It was my first day back at uni so T and I were catching a train together. T guided me to the train because I was half asleep. We were on the train for hours before I realised we were going the opposite direction. I got really angry at T and stormed off, trying to find a train to get me back. Munchkin was on one of the platforms, wagging school. I couldn't read the screens telling me where the train was going because they had used the most illegible typeface. I was trying to use my phone to work out which train to catch; but couldn't decide whether to go home or to uni.
>> I was so mad at T when I woke up. So much anger. I almost called him and abused him but that would be silly, wouldn't it? Trains are annoying. I realise I have this idealistic view of Munchkin as a munchkin. Just a kid. It's not true though, he has leg hair and arms now. FREAKS ME OUT.
5). I was in an art class room with A and her two little friends from munchkins grade. One of them was talking about how her dad had sex with her friend in their front yard. The art room was actually a kitchen and I was making sandwiches. When it was time to leave, I had to take W home, except I was on a push bike and heading in the opposite direction of his house. I finally got home, but my bedroom was my old bedroom from the house on the coast. I crawled into bed and then magpies and ducks came out from under the bed. I was curled up in one corner, whimpering and calling out for Munchkin. I somehow got to my parents' bed. Parents told me I wasn't actually scared of birds. Papa went to go get them out so I could sleep. Apparently I'd left my window open. When I got to my own bed there were still eggs in it. I freaked out and ran away to the church monastery thing. The place where the monks stay. Half of it was burnt down because the catholic monks had stolen something from the buddhist monks, so the buddhist monks had burnt down part of the building as revenge. I wanted to have a shower and was standing in a bathroom but I couldn't because there was a monk standing at the ornate gate. He was also telling me I wasn't actually scared of birds.
>> I havn't had a proper nightmare in ages! I woke up terrified and couldn't get back to sleep. Birds in my goddamn bed, what the fuck. That's terrible. And I was making sandwiches again! I used to make sandwiches in my dreams all the time. And monks at war?! Does that not sound like a fucked up video game to you? The speeches of not being scared of birds is because of me trying to convince myself I'm fearless. Sub-conscious saying "fucking liar, let's throw some birds at her and see just how fearless she is". I don't know why my sub-conscious is so spiteful. Bitch.
6). I stole a No Stopping sign from a shopping centre car park for Rach. It was miniature though. I had to quickly get home because something was after us. My family and the builders were barricading ourselves in the bathrooms, there were too many of us for just one room. Munchkin was sitting in the spa bath while I put salt across the doors and windows and around the drains. No one else in the house was doing it right. I was worrying about a pet. Finally I got to leave to go to my own place, where I was ironing for Pop.
>> I watch too much Supernatural?? That's where the salt came from. And the sign might be because I sleep under one. I really do need to iron soon. I've been putting it off. Umm... I miss Rach? And Pop came over the week after this dream. I don't understand the worrying for a pet at all.
Ain't that a fun month. There were others I forgot which just royally pissed me off. I really need to get in the habit of writing something down as soon as I remember anything about the dream. Especially after drunk dreams. They're the most amusing and the easiest to forget.
I gave W a letter. How exciting. It also has nothing to do with his name. SORRY. I have 8 letters left. After that it's on to abbreviations you never get to know.
MuchLove.
Friday, April 30, 2010
QUICK!
This is a quick! blog something before midnight! post.
I am in Melbourne.
I got to see my girl Rach this arvo/evening. Which was awesome. And more awesome, I get to see her again tomorrow. YEAH!
I went to all these new places ( because I'm in fucking melbourne! )
I splurged unnecessarily on my self today. I bought a book. For the plane. I can justify the purchase with convincing arguments though.
I still think flying is UHMAZING. Even if I was put next to a small child. With a small child next to that small child. THEY'RE EVERYWHERE. Turbulence is fun, not scary. Stop fake screaming.
I have vanilla tea. I forgot sugar, yet it's still amazing.
I plan on blogging all about Melbourne once I get back to Sydney. With pictures. Drawn or photographed. It'll be epic.
I don't really have anything else to say.
MuchLove.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
NOT sullied by blood.
IMPORTANT FACT: my hair is currently curly. Actually that's a completly useless fact. Odd fact ( that tries to make sense of the first fact ): I like to know what the person I'm talking to looks like. I spent >3 years talking to GSJ on msn before I knew what he looked like. It annoyed me to no end. I gave him a face ( my subconscious did. A dream involving a funeral and him, but he was the guy from SG Atlantis ). So, I hope the 'important' fact is somewhat useful now? I shoved my barely shoulder length hair up in a clip thing, and that somehow made it curly. The up do made my blue streak look wikked amazing though, if I do say so myself.
I did have a point this time. It wasn't just to share the amazingness of uni like last time. Actually... on that note: funny thing about that post was as much as I was complaining, and as much as I was having a crappy day... I still pretty much loved the fact that I was doing something, rather than sitting around at home wondering what to do. And, on that note, that day got worse. I somehow managed to put my foot in a hole, twist my ankle and fall to my knees. There was hardly anyone around though. And I didn't put holes in my tights so all is well with the world. But I missed the shuttle bus, and also the train ( not because I fell over though, just bad timing ). So I was out for an extra hour that I could have been at home for. AND I got talked at from Kingswood to Granville. My people hating ways are back, fear not my friends. Not all has changed.
With the purpose and the whatnot; List related stories include:
I can cross 7). off because I saw a play. musicals count as plays, right? I know what you're thinking. Cynical, apathetic, pessimistic you went and saw a cheerful, let's-sing-when-no-person-in-their-right-mind-would-sing, musical!? The Wizard of Oz, no less. And it was cute. I'm not going to gush about it because, let's face it, it was a school production and I didn't really know anyone in it ( except T's cousin and munchkin's gf, who were both amazing of course ). But it was better than sitting at home on a friday night, and there were alot of people I knew there so that was... fun ( I can't think of a better word. It wasn't fun. Or amusing. It just was. I wish I could write with amazing finesse. Is that even a word? I want it to be ).
Rach has a blog :) I love it. It's so her. I finally worked it out, the stoopid internet or computer or something technological kept linking me to a blank blog with just her About Me. So I kept mind-willing her to write something. And then I found the real one. And it was a definite yay moment. I do slightly feel like I'm stalking her. But I guess anyone who knows me and reads this might feel the same ( hi friends =] don't freak out, it's cool you've taken the time to read my shite ). So yeah, Rach's blog. I can keep up with her for 49). and have a third blog to follow for 76).! multi-tasking, baby!
I made MORE cookies. They're amazing. They'd be better with decent choc-chips though. I shall remember this recipe in no time. AND IT WAS A NEW RECIPE. I shall blog it later when I'm not exhausted and therefore unable to leave the desk and Harry to find the recipe and take a picture ( which would turn out crap anyway, because I don't have the 'photography eye' or whatever the fuck you want to call it. I call it uncooperative cameras, but that's just me )
I wore heels to the musical. YEAH. Not all day like I have to for 84). but still good practice. I know you're totally impressed with the fact I walked half a street, sat in a chair for 2ish hours, and then walked back the half a street in maybe 6cm heels. I didn't collapse in pain or take them off in public though. I did want to kick numerous people with them. I believe; however impractical a fight in heels would be, it would be much more painful for the person on the other end. And that progressed to wanting to try and break someone's nose. Something I've never done before, but have always been willing to try. That's a different story though. Pretty heels, not sullied by blood.
I really need to complete 97). and soon. I will get a plan instead of prepaid. I will not burn 20$ in a week and a bit. I've never used so much credit before. I don't know what I'm doing wrong. Besides, you know, actually using my phone. I should stop that. That won't happen.
Ah, yep. That's my list life for the moment. In other news, I vaguely changed my About Me, have a new pic ( which is about as dodgy as the first, but this I think has a dark and mysterious edge I'd love to actually have. We can dream ), and wishes my tooth would stop being a bitch. There was an ending to that sentence that was relevant but the pain in my mouth was more pressing. Get it? tooth pressing through my gum. SHARP tooth. Being a bitch, in my mouth. Sorry. That was particularly lame, even for me.
MuchLove.
I did have a point this time. It wasn't just to share the amazingness of uni like last time. Actually... on that note: funny thing about that post was as much as I was complaining, and as much as I was having a crappy day... I still pretty much loved the fact that I was doing something, rather than sitting around at home wondering what to do. And, on that note, that day got worse. I somehow managed to put my foot in a hole, twist my ankle and fall to my knees. There was hardly anyone around though. And I didn't put holes in my tights so all is well with the world. But I missed the shuttle bus, and also the train ( not because I fell over though, just bad timing ). So I was out for an extra hour that I could have been at home for. AND I got talked at from Kingswood to Granville. My people hating ways are back, fear not my friends. Not all has changed.
With the purpose and the whatnot; List related stories include:
I can cross 7). off because I saw a play. musicals count as plays, right? I know what you're thinking. Cynical, apathetic, pessimistic you went and saw a cheerful, let's-sing-when-no-person-in-their-right-mind-would-sing, musical!? The Wizard of Oz, no less. And it was cute. I'm not going to gush about it because, let's face it, it was a school production and I didn't really know anyone in it ( except T's cousin and munchkin's gf, who were both amazing of course ). But it was better than sitting at home on a friday night, and there were alot of people I knew there so that was... fun ( I can't think of a better word. It wasn't fun. Or amusing. It just was. I wish I could write with amazing finesse. Is that even a word? I want it to be ).
Rach has a blog :) I love it. It's so her. I finally worked it out, the stoopid internet or computer or something technological kept linking me to a blank blog with just her About Me. So I kept mind-willing her to write something. And then I found the real one. And it was a definite yay moment. I do slightly feel like I'm stalking her. But I guess anyone who knows me and reads this might feel the same ( hi friends =] don't freak out, it's cool you've taken the time to read my shite ). So yeah, Rach's blog. I can keep up with her for 49). and have a third blog to follow for 76).! multi-tasking, baby!
I made MORE cookies. They're amazing. They'd be better with decent choc-chips though. I shall remember this recipe in no time. AND IT WAS A NEW RECIPE. I shall blog it later when I'm not exhausted and therefore unable to leave the desk and Harry to find the recipe and take a picture ( which would turn out crap anyway, because I don't have the 'photography eye' or whatever the fuck you want to call it. I call it uncooperative cameras, but that's just me )
I wore heels to the musical. YEAH. Not all day like I have to for 84). but still good practice. I know you're totally impressed with the fact I walked half a street, sat in a chair for 2ish hours, and then walked back the half a street in maybe 6cm heels. I didn't collapse in pain or take them off in public though. I did want to kick numerous people with them. I believe; however impractical a fight in heels would be, it would be much more painful for the person on the other end. And that progressed to wanting to try and break someone's nose. Something I've never done before, but have always been willing to try. That's a different story though. Pretty heels, not sullied by blood.
I really need to complete 97). and soon. I will get a plan instead of prepaid. I will not burn 20$ in a week and a bit. I've never used so much credit before. I don't know what I'm doing wrong. Besides, you know, actually using my phone. I should stop that. That won't happen.
Ah, yep. That's my list life for the moment. In other news, I vaguely changed my About Me, have a new pic ( which is about as dodgy as the first, but this I think has a dark and mysterious edge I'd love to actually have. We can dream ), and wishes my tooth would stop being a bitch. There was an ending to that sentence that was relevant but the pain in my mouth was more pressing. Get it? tooth pressing through my gum. SHARP tooth. Being a bitch, in my mouth. Sorry. That was particularly lame, even for me.
MuchLove.
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