A few things to say...
1) cramps. cramps really suck. i think it's unfair that on top of everything else, cramps need to exist. Now don't get me wrong, I am incredibly excited that I have cramps because that means something, but the pain! My God the pain! Are they really necessary? I could understand if all the pain of childbirth was divided up into little pieces every month of your period-having life so that when you go to have a kid they just pop out easy as pie. But the set of 12 dehabilitating cramps per year times however many fertile years PLUS the incredibly i-need-a-needle-in-my-spine-to-numb-this-pain pain that accompanies childbirth, well now that's just mean.
2) I have to stop doing history readings before bed, or just stop reading them. Whenever we do anything war related in history I have these really vivid horrible dreams. Last night I dreamt I was in some sort of palace/city type deal during WW2, and we were supposed to be safe from the fighting, but we could hear the violence getting closer, and then new that our palace would be bombed. There was intricate underground trench system, which only led to behind this city which was then open field. I knew that if i stayed I would be bombed, but I couldn't run away in time and there was nothing to do. THEN FUCKING TROTSKY WAS THERE. what the fuck, I am becoming too educated for my own good. who dreams about TROTSKY?! and then these mafia dons who i tried to impress with my mastery of the Italian language so that they would help me escape, but all they did was let me kiss their big mafia rings and said good luck. It was really scary, because i realized it was a dream but then in my dream thought i was only saying that to make myself feel better. So I just was all freaked out waiting for the bombs to fall.
No more hiroshima before bed. Some of these readings make me cry. I'm turning into my mother, I probably get teary-eyed at commercials now.
3) I think I'm going to have stop these photography shinanigans at 2 am. I'm not quite sure but I think we've crossed some sort of boundary here, and now I have no idea what's going on. Besides I don't think nav appreciates me running in and out of his room at 2:30 am yelling about my glasses, and other random crazy things. Or making him tell me his take on hypothetical stories. "if you love kelly then..."
ALSO: No weird perversions before bedtime. It ends up then I spend the next 6 hours having crazy dreams of the events that just took place, just in crazier zanier situations.
So as for right now, I don't know what's going on! I'm totally confused. So it's best to just take things a day at a time. And hope there is no weirdness, because there is no weirdness on my part, im only concerned that their is weirdness on the other party's side. oh my. i just cannot believe that stuff that has happened has happened. everything has done a 180 in like a week. Good news is, no hopes up, just a general curiousity.
2) I have to stop doing history readings before bed, or just stop reading them. Whenever we do anything war related in history I have these really vivid horrible dreams. Last night I dreamt I was in some sort of palace/city type deal during WW2, and we were supposed to be safe from the fighting, but we could hear the violence getting closer, and then new that our palace would be bombed. There was intricate underground trench system, which only led to behind this city which was then open field. I knew that if i stayed I would be bombed, but I couldn't run away in time and there was nothing to do. THEN FUCKING TROTSKY WAS THERE. what the fuck, I am becoming too educated for my own good. who dreams about TROTSKY?! and then these mafia dons who i tried to impress with my mastery of the Italian language so that they would help me escape, but all they did was let me kiss their big mafia rings and said good luck. It was really scary, because i realized it was a dream but then in my dream thought i was only saying that to make myself feel better. So I just was all freaked out waiting for the bombs to fall.
No more hiroshima before bed. Some of these readings make me cry. I'm turning into my mother, I probably get teary-eyed at commercials now.
3) I think I'm going to have stop these photography shinanigans at 2 am. I'm not quite sure but I think we've crossed some sort of boundary here, and now I have no idea what's going on. Besides I don't think nav appreciates me running in and out of his room at 2:30 am yelling about my glasses, and other random crazy things. Or making him tell me his take on hypothetical stories. "if you love kelly then..."
ALSO: No weird perversions before bedtime. It ends up then I spend the next 6 hours having crazy dreams of the events that just took place, just in crazier zanier situations.
So as for right now, I don't know what's going on! I'm totally confused. So it's best to just take things a day at a time. And hope there is no weirdness, because there is no weirdness on my part, im only concerned that their is weirdness on the other party's side. oh my. i just cannot believe that stuff that has happened has happened. everything has done a 180 in like a week. Good news is, no hopes up, just a general curiousity.