On Dreams, Mostly.
Despite my own experience and some sage advice, I feel like talking about my dreams as of late. They're weird, like they usually are, but not the normal kind of weird that I'm used to. A not-normal weirdness. A weird wierdness. Wierdity. Wierditude? Hmm. But anyway.
So, a couple nights ago, I was on a carriage going through a dark and spooky wood, I think I was running from something, and then there was a guy beside me, and we went to this spooky hotel, and then I was a princess and he said he was there to assassinate me, but to be nice about it he brought some poison and asked me to drink it. It was nice because he was doing it this way instead of stabbing me. So apparently I was an emo princess, because I drank it and was very melodramatic about the whole thing. It tasted like cherry cough syrup. But then all of a sudden I was the assassin, but I had ingested the poison instead, so I had to sit there and wait to die while the emo princess just kept talking and talking and waving her arms about in a very dramatic manner. Then I woke up.
Another time, I was with the O'Connor theatre group, and we were at some awards ceremony for singing, and apparently I was supposed to get an award but I didn't, so then everyone tried to vote for me but it still didn't work, so we all rushed the stage and exposed an evil plot. And then we sang and danced for a while for no reason and had a jolly good time.
Then last night, Nancy and I were making ravioli in some weird kitchen, when I picked up a box of egg dye that we were planning on using. I looked at the back, and instead of ingredients it gave me a cast list, but all the names were just like famous ones, only slightly different (ie, J.D. Salynger). Except for Little Richard. His name was normal. So then I looked at the front and realized that it was a Mother Goose Rock n Rhyme themed set, and it came with a DVD, which had all the characters talking about eggs and how to dye them. And singing about it, of course. Then I got all excited and thought "Wow, I can't wait to show this to Tamara! She's gonna be so excited!" And Nancy got all excited, too, which was perhaps the weirdest part of the whole thing (that she'd get excited over Mother Goose Rock n Rhyme).
And then it changed, and I was at some weird Japanese-themed convention in an old log house, and I was wearing a kimono and had got it to look perfect, but then I messed it up somehow so I had to go change. So I took off the top kimono, and was messing with the underneath ones, which had somehow turned into dresses, when Sarah came in and told me to hurry up. But then I couldn't find my kimono and she was all upset. So then I ran into the kitchen and made myself a sandwich. I think it was PB&J.
And that's all I remember for now. A couple of nights ago I had a nightmare, but I can't remember it which is just as well. I don't think it was particularly scary, but it didn't have to be, because it was a nightmare. If that makes any sense.
In other news, I think I'm starting to have some weird form of Japanese Withdrawal. Like, I really, really miss it. I've started watching anime on youtube just to hear some good ol' Nihongo. I've even watched Kyou Kara Maou up to episode 50. This was a Bad Idea, and I would discourage anyone from ever doing this, because for som reason they're still re-hashing the same jokes from episode 5, and the plot is stagnant and stupid. But anyway. I also made some カレーライス , and it was fantastic and made me very happy. And I made yakisoba, I have plans to make beef udon, I ate packaged ramen for the first time in quite a while (6 months, maybe?), and whenever I talk to myself out loud just to hear the sound of a human voice, it's usually in Japanese. Bad Japanese, probably, but Japanese nonetheless. What this tells me is two things: a), that I should not have audited Japanese last semester, and b), that I really am meant to be a linguist if I get this listless when I can't regularly study a foreign language. So at least i got my major right. Woo-hoo?
In other other news, I visited my Dad's work the other day, and one of the sewing machines had a big red sticker on it that just said "FACE." And I thought of you, Monique.
One last comment, and then I'm done. I've become fond of cooking as of late. The only problem is that my repertoire is somewhat limited. This leads to such adventures as Last Night's Chicken, in which I started grabbing any spices that sounded good and pouring them all on the chicken in varying quantities. It turned out pretty good in the end, though. And I'm getting good at cooking rice, finally. Huzzah!!
The end.
So, a couple nights ago, I was on a carriage going through a dark and spooky wood, I think I was running from something, and then there was a guy beside me, and we went to this spooky hotel, and then I was a princess and he said he was there to assassinate me, but to be nice about it he brought some poison and asked me to drink it. It was nice because he was doing it this way instead of stabbing me. So apparently I was an emo princess, because I drank it and was very melodramatic about the whole thing. It tasted like cherry cough syrup. But then all of a sudden I was the assassin, but I had ingested the poison instead, so I had to sit there and wait to die while the emo princess just kept talking and talking and waving her arms about in a very dramatic manner. Then I woke up.
Another time, I was with the O'Connor theatre group, and we were at some awards ceremony for singing, and apparently I was supposed to get an award but I didn't, so then everyone tried to vote for me but it still didn't work, so we all rushed the stage and exposed an evil plot. And then we sang and danced for a while for no reason and had a jolly good time.
Then last night, Nancy and I were making ravioli in some weird kitchen, when I picked up a box of egg dye that we were planning on using. I looked at the back, and instead of ingredients it gave me a cast list, but all the names were just like famous ones, only slightly different (ie, J.D. Salynger). Except for Little Richard. His name was normal. So then I looked at the front and realized that it was a Mother Goose Rock n Rhyme themed set, and it came with a DVD, which had all the characters talking about eggs and how to dye them. And singing about it, of course. Then I got all excited and thought "Wow, I can't wait to show this to Tamara! She's gonna be so excited!" And Nancy got all excited, too, which was perhaps the weirdest part of the whole thing (that she'd get excited over Mother Goose Rock n Rhyme).
And then it changed, and I was at some weird Japanese-themed convention in an old log house, and I was wearing a kimono and had got it to look perfect, but then I messed it up somehow so I had to go change. So I took off the top kimono, and was messing with the underneath ones, which had somehow turned into dresses, when Sarah came in and told me to hurry up. But then I couldn't find my kimono and she was all upset. So then I ran into the kitchen and made myself a sandwich. I think it was PB&J.
And that's all I remember for now. A couple of nights ago I had a nightmare, but I can't remember it which is just as well. I don't think it was particularly scary, but it didn't have to be, because it was a nightmare. If that makes any sense.
In other news, I think I'm starting to have some weird form of Japanese Withdrawal. Like, I really, really miss it. I've started watching anime on youtube just to hear some good ol' Nihongo. I've even watched Kyou Kara Maou up to episode 50. This was a Bad Idea, and I would discourage anyone from ever doing this, because for som reason they're still re-hashing the same jokes from episode 5, and the plot is stagnant and stupid. But anyway. I also made some カレーライス , and it was fantastic and made me very happy. And I made yakisoba, I have plans to make beef udon, I ate packaged ramen for the first time in quite a while (6 months, maybe?), and whenever I talk to myself out loud just to hear the sound of a human voice, it's usually in Japanese. Bad Japanese, probably, but Japanese nonetheless. What this tells me is two things: a), that I should not have audited Japanese last semester, and b), that I really am meant to be a linguist if I get this listless when I can't regularly study a foreign language. So at least i got my major right. Woo-hoo?
In other other news, I visited my Dad's work the other day, and one of the sewing machines had a big red sticker on it that just said "FACE." And I thought of you, Monique.
One last comment, and then I'm done. I've become fond of cooking as of late. The only problem is that my repertoire is somewhat limited. This leads to such adventures as Last Night's Chicken, in which I started grabbing any spices that sounded good and pouring them all on the chicken in varying quantities. It turned out pretty good in the end, though. And I'm getting good at cooking rice, finally. Huzzah!!
The end.