I am getting uh....
Irrational. I am about to shower and drive to New Hampshire. Why you ask? Because I don't know what else to do. I want to hear from a certain someone and they have no phone and haven't e-mailed me in a few days... and I want to talk to them. Also, I am bored and crazy. You all knew that I was crazy... I don't know how much the tolls are but... if I don't hear from him soon I will be on my way... I feel as though this is a bad idea but I can't help it... I have never done anything impulsive before.... and I just got a message but it was from delia*s and I don't shop there anymore... and haven't since I was like 15.
Also, Brett and I had a blast sitting and doing nothing here at my house watching movies and tv and eating ice cream cake. It was fun and I had missed him much.
Lastly, I had a really bad and odd dream the other night.... and I remember almost all of it so that's why it's so weird. I was looking for an apartment and I went into this house with my brother. The house was really small and was that wood panneling that we all love so much but it was wallpapered and most of it was freshly painted with a magenta color... you could still see where the paint roller had just been. The person showing us the house was the husband of the family that had lived there and I can't remember much of him except that his wife had just died and that was why they were renting the place. It was dark and filled with bugs and just never felt right. Then I asked to see the bathroom... it was smaller than a changing room in the Looney Bin... and that was shower, shower, sink, and for some reason urinal. That one I don't understand. And all of the stuff in the bathroom was miniaturized save for the urinal which was at the level of an elementary school urinal... don't ask me how I know that (I've watched Billy Madison... perv). This was all just the weird parts... the worst and most vivid part and it's still haunting me... The Husband offers my brother and I something to eat. I say no I'm not hungry. My brother says sure trying to be nice. I am sure that I don't want to rent this place after the urinal but he's a boy that may have been what worked for him. So the husband cooks up something and gives it to my brother... and this is where I change perspective as though I am him... I go in to eat it and it's some form of meat with small bugs crawling all over it including baby spiders and it smells horrible not to mention the fact that the bred is moldy. Then I wake up. Now I think that my brain does this to me so that I remember why I don't eat meat first of all. Secondly, it showed me a level of sadness for a husband whom had lost his wife and therefore had lost a lot more than he wanted to admit. And Lastly, I remember why I don't rent with my brother.... ever!
What has been your weird dream of late.... like weird.
Make it happen people.
Also, Brett and I had a blast sitting and doing nothing here at my house watching movies and tv and eating ice cream cake. It was fun and I had missed him much.
Lastly, I had a really bad and odd dream the other night.... and I remember almost all of it so that's why it's so weird. I was looking for an apartment and I went into this house with my brother. The house was really small and was that wood panneling that we all love so much but it was wallpapered and most of it was freshly painted with a magenta color... you could still see where the paint roller had just been. The person showing us the house was the husband of the family that had lived there and I can't remember much of him except that his wife had just died and that was why they were renting the place. It was dark and filled with bugs and just never felt right. Then I asked to see the bathroom... it was smaller than a changing room in the Looney Bin... and that was shower, shower, sink, and for some reason urinal. That one I don't understand. And all of the stuff in the bathroom was miniaturized save for the urinal which was at the level of an elementary school urinal... don't ask me how I know that (I've watched Billy Madison... perv). This was all just the weird parts... the worst and most vivid part and it's still haunting me... The Husband offers my brother and I something to eat. I say no I'm not hungry. My brother says sure trying to be nice. I am sure that I don't want to rent this place after the urinal but he's a boy that may have been what worked for him. So the husband cooks up something and gives it to my brother... and this is where I change perspective as though I am him... I go in to eat it and it's some form of meat with small bugs crawling all over it including baby spiders and it smells horrible not to mention the fact that the bred is moldy. Then I wake up. Now I think that my brain does this to me so that I remember why I don't eat meat first of all. Secondly, it showed me a level of sadness for a husband whom had lost his wife and therefore had lost a lot more than he wanted to admit. And Lastly, I remember why I don't rent with my brother.... ever!
What has been your weird dream of late.... like weird.
Make it happen people.