regaining facial expression
I just had the most bizarre experience.--but let's start a little earlier than that. recently i've been taking extended naps in the evening, which destroys my 10:30 granny bed time and prime homework productivity time. it's been happening because i get nice and cozy on the couch or in my bed and decide to read something super dry, which is a recipie for disaster. so, this evening when i headed off into nap-land i was going against all of my beliefs when it comes to sleeping: with jeans on, with the lights on, with make up on, and semi-sitting on the living room couch. I must be really tired because I get deep enough into sleep to have very vivid dreams, but I can still hear what's going on around me and wake up if i want to. anyway, today i was dreaming that i was playing this card game with justine in which you have to pick 3 things on the card that don't belong there. there are 10 small pictures with labels of what they are on each card. but in dreams you can't read or see things in close detail (really! try reading a sign in your next dream) and i was struggling to see what was on the cards and make my decisions about the oddballs. the dream justine could read the cards clearly and was getting impatient with my lack of literacy. but i was looking really hard and trying with all of my might. the only analogous situation that i can think of to explain how i was feeling in my dream is this: someone that's drunk thinks something that is actually quite stupid is roll-on-the-floor hilarious but to anyone who is straight, this is just retarded and annoying. the sobers just want to punch the drunks. this was situation in my dream. I was hysterical with laughter in my dream and justine was fed up with it. she left the game, but i was doubled over with fits of laughter. here comes the weird part: because the dream laughing was so intense, it seeped into reality. i started laughing really hard but i was only semi-conscious and not completely in control of my body. this may have been quasi-sleep paralysis. so i broke out into a grin and my breathing became irregular. but since my eyes weren't open and didn't express the same emotion and my vocalizations weren't discernable from plain gasps, it looked like i was waking up and crying. this is what justine saw, (the real justine) because she happened to be in the living room doing work. so, as i woke up more and more over the next 20 seconds, my body finally started conveying that i was actually laughing and i went into this manic laughter that i'm sure must have scared my roommate. this has never happened to me before and was the most ridiculous/weird way to wake up ever. has this ever happened to anyone else? so i was laughing like crazy and , for some weird just-waking reason, i thought this situation was even more funny because the present situation had mirrored my dream: i thought something was hilarious and justine had no fucking clue what it was annoyed/weirded out by abrupt cackling return to consciousness. anyway, i was laughing for 15 minutes solid. weird.
sorry for that long-winded explanation of a situation that is probabaly not interesting to anyone but me....but hey, isn't that what lj's all about? hehe.
last week i had to take my car in because my brakes were all squeaky. $400 down the drain. aw well, at least i'll be safe driving now. but because of this i couldn't go home and watch the bandits game with everyone. it would have been a good time. but i had fun here anyway. justine's birthday was yesterday but we decided to celebrate over the weekend. she's never been sloppy drunk, so i felt that it was my responsibility as her friend, for her 21st birthday to get her there. it was a fun night ending with her over a garbage can and followed the next day by some glorious hangovers. i'm glad that i could give her that experience.
it's 5 weeks into the semester and i have yet to make any significant changes to my research proposal that was due at the beginning of the semester. my course load isn't really that bad, which means that i've had no excuse not to get this done. c'mon mel, get your ass into gear.
mmm.. ok. done.
sorry for that long-winded explanation of a situation that is probabaly not interesting to anyone but me....but hey, isn't that what lj's all about? hehe.
last week i had to take my car in because my brakes were all squeaky. $400 down the drain. aw well, at least i'll be safe driving now. but because of this i couldn't go home and watch the bandits game with everyone. it would have been a good time. but i had fun here anyway. justine's birthday was yesterday but we decided to celebrate over the weekend. she's never been sloppy drunk, so i felt that it was my responsibility as her friend, for her 21st birthday to get her there. it was a fun night ending with her over a garbage can and followed the next day by some glorious hangovers. i'm glad that i could give her that experience.
it's 5 weeks into the semester and i have yet to make any significant changes to my research proposal that was due at the beginning of the semester. my course load isn't really that bad, which means that i've had no excuse not to get this done. c'mon mel, get your ass into gear.
mmm.. ok. done.