I'm gonna "x-post" this from myspace because I feel like it
My grandfather gave me a new bike. It’s a girls mountain bike and it’s pink but I really don’t mind. It’s really comfortable. I can’t go as fast on it as I could on my old road bike but that isn’t really all that important to me. I’m riding to and from school three days a week now. I’m excited about trying to get back into shape. I haven’t been getting any exercise lately and it’s causing me to have trouble sleeping and shit.
A few weeks ago I was having great luck remembering my dreams every morning. A few of them were extremely powerful. In one, I looked into a mirror (always a bad idea when dreaming) and notice that a red pip cleaner wire is sticking about a quarter inch out of my scalp at the top of my head. I try to pull it out and find that it is REALLY long and twisty and covered with blood and mucus or something at parts. Sort of like a magician pulling a long string of handkerchiefs out of his breast pocket. Finally I get the whole thing out of my head and hold it in front of my face. I start screaming hysterically about brain hemorrhaging or something. Whenever I think about this dream I get a nauseous feeling in my stomach and limbs.
These dreams lead me to finally place a spiral notebook and pen on my night stand so I can record them every morning and, hopefully, look for parallels to better understand myself. However, the notebooks presence has broken the spell and now I can’t EVER remember my dreams. A few days ago I awoke from a long evening nap really confused. When I finally remember who I was I reached for the notebook and had absolutely nothing to write in it. It was then that I realized how depressed I have become lately.
Tonight I rode my bike to Big Lots and bought a planner so I can finally get my shit together. I also bought a can of this watermelon energy malt liquor they sell there for 50 cents called “3 way” I din't even know it was alcohol at first. It looks like a can of red bull or something. Wild, eh? Pretty shitty actually but, whatever, pocket change.
Now I’m home and too lazy to write anything in my new day planner. Fuck.
Just remembered I was supposed to talk to the manager of the coffee house about setting up a reception for my art galley management class tomorrow. I should probably do that now.
A few weeks ago I was having great luck remembering my dreams every morning. A few of them were extremely powerful. In one, I looked into a mirror (always a bad idea when dreaming) and notice that a red pip cleaner wire is sticking about a quarter inch out of my scalp at the top of my head. I try to pull it out and find that it is REALLY long and twisty and covered with blood and mucus or something at parts. Sort of like a magician pulling a long string of handkerchiefs out of his breast pocket. Finally I get the whole thing out of my head and hold it in front of my face. I start screaming hysterically about brain hemorrhaging or something. Whenever I think about this dream I get a nauseous feeling in my stomach and limbs.
These dreams lead me to finally place a spiral notebook and pen on my night stand so I can record them every morning and, hopefully, look for parallels to better understand myself. However, the notebooks presence has broken the spell and now I can’t EVER remember my dreams. A few days ago I awoke from a long evening nap really confused. When I finally remember who I was I reached for the notebook and had absolutely nothing to write in it. It was then that I realized how depressed I have become lately.
Tonight I rode my bike to Big Lots and bought a planner so I can finally get my shit together. I also bought a can of this watermelon energy malt liquor they sell there for 50 cents called “3 way” I din't even know it was alcohol at first. It looks like a can of red bull or something. Wild, eh? Pretty shitty actually but, whatever, pocket change.
Now I’m home and too lazy to write anything in my new day planner. Fuck.
Just remembered I was supposed to talk to the manager of the coffee house about setting up a reception for my art galley management class tomorrow. I should probably do that now.