Archive for July, 2009

Which side am I on?

July 27, 2009

Freaky dream. Again.

Apparently I have a baby. Don’t ask how, don’t ask why, because I don’t even know. She is my daughter and that’s all I know. Better yet is I don’t know who the father is and her name is Amy.

Then I am in this cabin of sorts in this forest. I am with a bunch of other kids my age but I don’t recognize anyone. Suddenly this transformer starts attacking. Apparently I am a transformer too, but I go from human to machine somehow. I start fighting with the other transformer but I never find out if I am a decepticon or autobot. That saddens me a bit. So we are fighting and the other transformer grabs this huge sack that is full of a bunch of babies/kids. I grab onto it as he jets off and I get dragged along. [I was a car of some sort and the other transformer was a jet.]

Suddenly I am at this talent show. I am trying to get all the babies/kids back that were inside the bag that was taken. Apparently all the babies/kids were put up for adoption and given to a bunch of different families. I see this black lady and she has my daughter Amy. I ask to hold her and the black lady lets me. Amy says she wants to go to the bathroom so I take her. [Note: Amy is less than a year old or something.] I go in the bathroom holding her and have her in front of the mirror. I ask who is that and she sees herself and does the smile and giggle thing that kids do when they see their reflection. She then looks at me and says “I love you.” Then I see my best friend Kirsten’s mom. I ask her to hold the baby and stay in the bathroom for me. Of course she says she will and I run out of the bathroom.

I go back to the talent show only to find that it is over. Of course the black lady is looking for me. She finds me and asks where her baby is. I then ask that if I tell her the truth will she promise not to tell anyone. She says yes. I take her outside where no one is at and start telling her that “her” baby is actually the daughter of one of my best friends. The baby was taken from my best friend so I promised to get the baby back. The black lady understands and can’t believe what happened. Suddenly her husband and other child appear and ask her where the baby is. She tells them not to worry and walks away. Weird thing is, she called Amy a different name like Native Girl or something like that.

I go back to the bathroom to get Amy and see Kirsten going in there. I don’t find her but I do find her mom, who gives Amy back to me. Suddenly I am seeing things third person and I see the black lady and someone else. The other person is saying that I lied and that the real mother of the baby died in childbirth. The black lady just sits there silently and thinks that I am telling the truth and that maybe my other best friend took in the baby for the one who died.

Then it ended. So I don’t get how I have a baby named Amy. I lied to the black lady to get Amy back. And I wonder who the stranger is that talks to the black lady in the end. Apparently I need to do something different before I go to bed or something.

That was fun…

July 26, 2009

All right. So without my laptop I have been bored today since usually I am online updating the site or creating some lovely new graphics. Instead I have been taking turns with my sister to use the home computer.

So yesterday I went to T____, I can’t spell the place. It’s this place that puts on tons of theater productions and my mom loves it there. I was with my mom and sister and we drove a few hours to get there. There was a high school that put on their own production of High School Musical 2. Please do not think I like HSM, that is all my little sister. But I endured it and there were some funny parts. Some of the songs really make me laugh for some reason. After the show there was a quick meet and greet and boy were they all really short D: My fav guy was a random dude who did some cool flips and had a mohawk. Still cool and I told him so. The kids playing Ryan and Sharpay were interesting. The guy playing Ryan was black and I realized why he didn’t smile, he had braces and his two front teeth were super tiny, like baby teeth! A red head played Sharpay and she had a lisp so that was somewhat distracting. Gabriella and Troy were also super short. Troy was super skinny but had some muscle while Gabriella’s hair bothered me.

After HSM we went to the Pizza/Pasta Factory. That place was delicious! :] It is my new fav restaurant. Too bad there arent’ any where I live. Then we checked into our hotel, put our stuff in the room, and went back to the theater place. Then we went to the outside theater that was huge! We watched Footloose and it was pretty good. Again everyone in it was SUPER SHORT! Where are all these short people coming from? D: It got over late and we went to the hotel and crashed.

Then today I woke up, ate some McDonald’s, and went home. And here I am. The shows were pretty good though I know my mom and sister were the ones who loved them more. I got a new swimsuit out of it though with only one month left before I go back to school. Oh well. :]

Poor Cory

July 22, 2009

Weirdest dreams the other night. Let us begin. The last one is the one that freaked me the most.

So first I was at my high school but I was leaving the school. I was speeding, as usual, and there was this cop in front of me but he was going super fast too. So I stayed behind him and just kept going. We passed a lot of cars and it was fun.

Then suddenly I am at my college, at some sort of dance. There is a rap contest and I am on stage doing My Love – Justin Timberlake ft. T.I. because I am doing the part that T.I. raps. I do it well and then the guy against me does his rap but he mumbles and messes up so the audience boo’s him. Guess I won huh?

Lastly I am at a hospital and this black lady is helping me out. I have to eat this HUGE pellet to get myself to puke for some reason. I slowly start trying to eat it and the black lady asks if I will be all right on my own. I replied that I would like a buddy. As I finish the pellet, took about three bites, she brings my friend Cory over. He looks sick and tired and I immediately hug him but say I never thought I’d see him again. I had just washed my hands so I put my arms around his neck and then said I should dry my hands. I get the paper towels ready after pulling the lever so many times and an older woman takes them. I don’t really care so I get some more and dry my hands.

The part that has me freaked is how I said “I never thought I’d see you again!” to Cory. He’s one of my best guy friends, especially up at college. He’s the one who taught me to snowboard, which I’m sure was boring for him just watching me try to get it and teach me. I also consider him my stalker, as a joke, because he would always appear out of no where and just want to hang out with me. It was tons of fun being with him though.

But ya, so for one I know I was in the hospital because I was running away/trying to escape from someone/something. I know I probably looked sick/tired as Cory did but not as much. I all ready analyzed my dream with my BFF Kirsten and the washing the hands is significant because I am trying to wash away my sin or say that I no longer have control over something. I just wish I knew what.

So there’s my crazy dreams for you!

Shit Happens

July 18, 2009

Last week I drove to work and my car was working just fine. Then when I went to leave to pick up some checks I couldn’t get my car to shift out of gear. I had my dad try and he couldn’t do a thing. Nothing would budge no matter what. It was towed into the shop and so I had to wait for the verdict. Turns out there was a shortage in the electrical that allows me to shift gears. So that was going to cost $300.00 and that sucks but wasn’t too bad. Then I found out my brakes were really worn and they needed to be rotated for $200.00 but my dad said they might as well replace the brakes so it was instead another $300.00. THEN my car had to get a full service because it had been a while and I do drive pretty far to even get to my school since its two states away. That cost another $350.00. They wanted to replace my windshield, that has a crack going through the middle, for $200.00+ but I said no, since I know some place else that could do it for about $100.00. So now my total bill is $1,050.00 and my life sucks. There goes a chunk of money that was going to be put towards college. My dad thankfully offered to pay half of it, but I still owe $525 then, and with my windshield being replaced that will bring me to a total of $650. Man my life sucks. That means I am going to be $700 short for affording school and I can’t get a single scholarship. Results for one that I applied for comes out this week but I have to wait for the letter. I am hoping/praying/dying for it, since it will be $1,000 and I can really use it. So right now I am trying to figure out how in the world I am going to come up with $700 extra dollars when I all ready save more than 3/4/ths of my check each week to pay for school. I had everything budgeted out and now it has all gone down the toilet.

Survival

July 8, 2009

Well I survived the trip to my least favorite state. I enjoyed it though, except for the drive up. I was driving and my dad would nap and wake up right as the speed limit changed and he would start saying how I was the slow driver that annoyed everyone and blah blah blah. That was annoying and I tried not to say anything back. My mother just sang, since that apparently makes things better in her world.

On the fourth we had a BBQ, played croquet, had fun discussions, I held baby Erik, and then later we lit off a bunch of fireworks. It was great. We even had these huge ice cream sandwiches that tasted delicious with cookies&cream ice cream for the filling. Yummy.

The drive home was all right since I wasn’t driving and we have a tv built into the car. I watched Madagascar, Princess of Thieves, and Shredderman. It kept me entertained the whole way home so it went by fast.

I AM OFFICIALLY DONE WITH BUNNY ANIME!! Click and see the gorgeousness!

I am just glad I am finally done with it. No other real news. I’m really tired and had to come to work early since my aunt, who I work with, has a sick little boy. Curse early mornings!


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