Cats do not provide milk nor wool or meat.
I DREAMT I TRIED TO SCREW DWIGHT SCHRUTE BUT HE WOULD HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH ME BECAUSE I HAD CAT HAIR ON MY WINTER VEST. I tried to convince him that I do, in fact, hate cats, and that the shirt was actually Angela's, but he did not believe me. I DID NOT GET DREAM!LAID. SAD DAY. I also dreamt I went shopping at Victoria's Secret with Sara Weathers, who is an old RL friend that I haven't seen or spoken to in years. She bought a pleather coat lol. There was so much more that I remembered this morning that I have since forgotten. FAIL.
I went to bed late, as usual, and had to get up fucking earlier than usual because my mom had the eye doctor. I was like, "I WANT A CARIBOUUU." and she was like, "Well if we leave RIGHT. NOW. we can get one." So I hurried my ass up and got in the car and then she was all, "OH SAD. WE DON'T HAVE TIME." :(!!! but! We got to the place a half hour early so we DID have time. And I got a strawberry-banana smoothie with whip. AND A BANANA CHOCOLATE CHIP MUFFIN. ♥. And my mom gave me her "buzz bean" that came with her coffee. So for the next 20 minutes, everything was funnier than it should have been.
LOL! SHE WAS FILLING OUT HER MEDICAL FORMS IN THE WAITING ROOM, AND SHE GOES, "What's photophobia?" FLAIL FLAIL FLAIL. yet ANOTHER instance of when fandom comes in handy because it provides me with actual RL knowledge.
AND OH MY GOD, SHE TOLD ME. okay. So she was in the chair and she was telling the Dr about how she sometimes sees this little white dot float across her eyes. And I was like, "That's dead people, seriously." and she goes, "Do you think it's Rob (my grandma's husband)? Because it started a couple of months ago..." and I was like I BET IT IS. AND THEN SHE TOLD ME, that after my dad's dad died several years ago, THEY SAW HIM. IN THEIR BEDROOM. NOT A LITTLE WHITE ORB, LIKE AN *ACTUAL* PERSON STANDING AT THE FOOT OF THEIR BED. And they both woke up, and saw him, and screamed. And she said she never told me before because she didn't want to freak me out. I kept dreaming about him after he died too... BUT I AM SO FASCINATED BY THIS SHIT. Which brings me to my next point...
I am going to try to turn my internet addiction into a good thing. Try to spend the time on here in a better way some of the time - learn more about actual things I'm interested in, read about old events and cases and vocabulary and just... smarter stuff. Just to be the person that knows all of that random shit at a party.
I have a fucking long-ass time before my next class. This is such a drag. :( WELL, LOOKS LIKE I WILL BE READING ABOUT PROJECT BLUE BOOK FOR AWHILE THEN.
I went to bed late, as usual, and had to get up fucking earlier than usual because my mom had the eye doctor. I was like, "I WANT A CARIBOUUU." and she was like, "Well if we leave RIGHT. NOW. we can get one." So I hurried my ass up and got in the car and then she was all, "OH SAD. WE DON'T HAVE TIME." :(!!! but! We got to the place a half hour early so we DID have time. And I got a strawberry-banana smoothie with whip. AND A BANANA CHOCOLATE CHIP MUFFIN. ♥. And my mom gave me her "buzz bean" that came with her coffee. So for the next 20 minutes, everything was funnier than it should have been.
LOL! SHE WAS FILLING OUT HER MEDICAL FORMS IN THE WAITING ROOM, AND SHE GOES, "What's photophobia?" FLAIL FLAIL FLAIL. yet ANOTHER instance of when fandom comes in handy because it provides me with actual RL knowledge.
AND OH MY GOD, SHE TOLD ME. okay. So she was in the chair and she was telling the Dr about how she sometimes sees this little white dot float across her eyes. And I was like, "That's dead people, seriously." and she goes, "Do you think it's Rob (my grandma's husband)? Because it started a couple of months ago..." and I was like I BET IT IS. AND THEN SHE TOLD ME, that after my dad's dad died several years ago, THEY SAW HIM. IN THEIR BEDROOM. NOT A LITTLE WHITE ORB, LIKE AN *ACTUAL* PERSON STANDING AT THE FOOT OF THEIR BED. And they both woke up, and saw him, and screamed. And she said she never told me before because she didn't want to freak me out. I kept dreaming about him after he died too... BUT I AM SO FASCINATED BY THIS SHIT. Which brings me to my next point...
I am going to try to turn my internet addiction into a good thing. Try to spend the time on here in a better way some of the time - learn more about actual things I'm interested in, read about old events and cases and vocabulary and just... smarter stuff. Just to be the person that knows all of that random shit at a party.
I have a fucking long-ass time before my next class. This is such a drag. :( WELL, LOOKS LIKE I WILL BE READING ABOUT PROJECT BLUE BOOK FOR AWHILE THEN.