Greetings and Salutations
finally finished "Heathers". now one of my favorite movies.
Some thoughts://
I hate shorts. Alrighty, if it says one size on it, shouldn't it fit at least similarily to how it fits when you're trying on a skirt or a pair of jeans. The answer is no, according to whom ever sews together the things. I also hate having to try these things on in a room with the wierdest ass mirrors and the most uncomplementing lights created by engineers. My self esteem balloon loses a little more air each time, and I don't need that. What can I say....I'm a tad self-conscious.
Dreams. I have such wierd ones, and I like it just like that. For some reason, I enjoy having dreams that stress me out. When I wake up, it feels like I've accomplished something. I'm sure it has to be doing something good for my brain....keeping it active without it having to be awake. In the future, I'd like to make history class an actual dream. The student would be an active participant in which event is taking place, and everything would unravel just like it happened in the past. Try taking this class and failing it. Of course, you would have to set in your bed for at least 10 minutes each time attempting to rehash what just happened in prevention of forgetting the entire journey....but once its in your head, it isn't going anywhere. I wish I could find a real way to explain why certain people show up in your dreams. Sometimes, its the person you were thinking of last, sometimes a person you saw for the first time in a while, but other times this person is someone you havent seen or thought about in months. Is your brain (or even heart) trying to tell you something, and most of us just really aren't paying any attention. Maybe even God is trying to communicate with us. I distinctly remember having a dream, when I was a lot younger, where I swear I was jumping into the arms of Jesus in my dining room. Since then, I've prayed just about everynight before going to sleep....so could be a possibilty. My mother always tell me dreams have specific meanings. Not like the standard 'death means you're missing something in your life', but more mythilogical => losing teeth means a death will happen...=> the vision of certain bowel movements means you'll receive money....stuff like that. So what if every appearance of even the smallest detail has a specific meaning and consequence in actual life. Though a little creepy, at least it would rid my life of the frustration of why I dream of certain people. Are they litterrally the man of my dreams? or is it a warning to stay away....will never know...yet.
Marriage is such a huge step to leap to. Its actually something that I really can't see myself doing for a really long time. I have enough trouble expressing my feelings as is, much less sharing every detail of life with another man. Another man that I'm probably not going to find for a long while. Its funny how infactuated you can become with a person that you once never gave a second glance to. You begin to realize all this beauty that seems to be hidden by first impressions. All the small imperfections that you find hideous on another seems to ironically reflect what you love about them. When all you know about them is absolutely nothing, and a part of you doesn't want that destroyed for fear that their beauty would suddenly disappear. While the other part of you yearns to learn more and soak up every detail from which side of the bed they roll out of in the morning to whether or not they've ever seen you the way you see them. One day, when I am married, I'll look back at these days and remember how akwardly innocent I am. How Aqualungs "Strange and Beautiful" is my anthem. And how scared I am to learn if I have a chance.
-someone- is getting married?
Some thoughts://
I hate shorts. Alrighty, if it says one size on it, shouldn't it fit at least similarily to how it fits when you're trying on a skirt or a pair of jeans. The answer is no, according to whom ever sews together the things. I also hate having to try these things on in a room with the wierdest ass mirrors and the most uncomplementing lights created by engineers. My self esteem balloon loses a little more air each time, and I don't need that. What can I say....I'm a tad self-conscious.
Dreams. I have such wierd ones, and I like it just like that. For some reason, I enjoy having dreams that stress me out. When I wake up, it feels like I've accomplished something. I'm sure it has to be doing something good for my brain....keeping it active without it having to be awake. In the future, I'd like to make history class an actual dream. The student would be an active participant in which event is taking place, and everything would unravel just like it happened in the past. Try taking this class and failing it. Of course, you would have to set in your bed for at least 10 minutes each time attempting to rehash what just happened in prevention of forgetting the entire journey....but once its in your head, it isn't going anywhere. I wish I could find a real way to explain why certain people show up in your dreams. Sometimes, its the person you were thinking of last, sometimes a person you saw for the first time in a while, but other times this person is someone you havent seen or thought about in months. Is your brain (or even heart) trying to tell you something, and most of us just really aren't paying any attention. Maybe even God is trying to communicate with us. I distinctly remember having a dream, when I was a lot younger, where I swear I was jumping into the arms of Jesus in my dining room. Since then, I've prayed just about everynight before going to sleep....so could be a possibilty. My mother always tell me dreams have specific meanings. Not like the standard 'death means you're missing something in your life', but more mythilogical => losing teeth means a death will happen...=> the vision of certain bowel movements means you'll receive money....stuff like that. So what if every appearance of even the smallest detail has a specific meaning and consequence in actual life. Though a little creepy, at least it would rid my life of the frustration of why I dream of certain people. Are they litterrally the man of my dreams? or is it a warning to stay away....will never know...yet.
Marriage is such a huge step to leap to. Its actually something that I really can't see myself doing for a really long time. I have enough trouble expressing my feelings as is, much less sharing every detail of life with another man. Another man that I'm probably not going to find for a long while. Its funny how infactuated you can become with a person that you once never gave a second glance to. You begin to realize all this beauty that seems to be hidden by first impressions. All the small imperfections that you find hideous on another seems to ironically reflect what you love about them. When all you know about them is absolutely nothing, and a part of you doesn't want that destroyed for fear that their beauty would suddenly disappear. While the other part of you yearns to learn more and soak up every detail from which side of the bed they roll out of in the morning to whether or not they've ever seen you the way you see them. One day, when I am married, I'll look back at these days and remember how akwardly innocent I am. How Aqualungs "Strange and Beautiful" is my anthem. And how scared I am to learn if I have a chance.
-someone- is getting married?