Some dreams and a general update.
Had another set of weird dreams last night.
One was another zombie dream. I was out with George Harrison (yeah, I know), and then suddenly there were zombies. So we were running from the zombies when George was all, "Hey, into this building. Ringo lives here, and we can hide out." So we went into the apartment building and ran up to Ringo's flat. Ringo let us in, and he was all, "Wtf are you doing here?" And George was all, "Zombies, man." So me and George and Ringo went down to barricade the doors to the floor--but first, I went out and got some blue silk pyjamas. (Don't ask me, I have no idea why.) I came back with my pyjamas, and we shoved a desk in front of the door and retired to Ringo's apartment, whereupon I changed into my blue silk pyjamas, kicked Ringo out of his own bed, and went to sleep.
Crazy, huh?
The other dream was shorter and had no zombies. I was out in the yard in MN with my mum, and we were watering the plants. With Coca-cola. And when we were done with that, we went inside to feed the snakey. Only mum was trying to feed her toast. Nagini was trying to eat it, but her mouth wasn't that big, so she had to wrap herself around the toast and crunch it down to something a little more easy to swallow.
Yep. I was feeding my pet snake toast.
In other news, I had a job interview today (sorta). This guy who owns a shop in Salado is looking for someone to work on their website--keep it updated and stuff--and their mailing list. I'm not exactly qualified, but I really, really need me a job, and I reckon I can learn. Their website really needs the help, too. It's not that I'd be building it or anything--they have someone for that--but I'd have to keep it updated and run the mailing list and stuff. I can learn, right?
And I've decided, pretty definitely, that I'm not going to Georgia. I decided this because I've noticed my vision getting... different. I'm not sure if my eyes are getting better or worse, but I'm starting to get headaches when I read for too long. And I can't get my eyes checked because I have no insurance, and if I go to Georgia there will still be no insurance, whereas if I stay in the US I can conceivably get a job and get insurance and get my eyes checked. Plus, I just don't want to pack all my shit up and move halfway across the world again. Maybe that means I'm getting old and boring, but that's what I'm feeling. I think China killed my wanderlust.
Also--and I think this is what inspired the first dream I mentioned--I get to go see Ringo Starr in Concert! My grandparents have some kind of free hotel stay at this casino in Biloxi, Mississippi and Ringo's performing in July, and so they got tickets and I get to go see a real live Beatle! I'm really excited.
And things have been better around the house. The grandparents and I snapped at each other, they backed off, and now things are better. So that's good. But I still want this job so I can conceivably move the hell out sometime in the future.
One was another zombie dream. I was out with George Harrison (yeah, I know), and then suddenly there were zombies. So we were running from the zombies when George was all, "Hey, into this building. Ringo lives here, and we can hide out." So we went into the apartment building and ran up to Ringo's flat. Ringo let us in, and he was all, "Wtf are you doing here?" And George was all, "Zombies, man." So me and George and Ringo went down to barricade the doors to the floor--but first, I went out and got some blue silk pyjamas. (Don't ask me, I have no idea why.) I came back with my pyjamas, and we shoved a desk in front of the door and retired to Ringo's apartment, whereupon I changed into my blue silk pyjamas, kicked Ringo out of his own bed, and went to sleep.
Crazy, huh?
The other dream was shorter and had no zombies. I was out in the yard in MN with my mum, and we were watering the plants. With Coca-cola. And when we were done with that, we went inside to feed the snakey. Only mum was trying to feed her toast. Nagini was trying to eat it, but her mouth wasn't that big, so she had to wrap herself around the toast and crunch it down to something a little more easy to swallow.
Yep. I was feeding my pet snake toast.
In other news, I had a job interview today (sorta). This guy who owns a shop in Salado is looking for someone to work on their website--keep it updated and stuff--and their mailing list. I'm not exactly qualified, but I really, really need me a job, and I reckon I can learn. Their website really needs the help, too. It's not that I'd be building it or anything--they have someone for that--but I'd have to keep it updated and run the mailing list and stuff. I can learn, right?
And I've decided, pretty definitely, that I'm not going to Georgia. I decided this because I've noticed my vision getting... different. I'm not sure if my eyes are getting better or worse, but I'm starting to get headaches when I read for too long. And I can't get my eyes checked because I have no insurance, and if I go to Georgia there will still be no insurance, whereas if I stay in the US I can conceivably get a job and get insurance and get my eyes checked. Plus, I just don't want to pack all my shit up and move halfway across the world again. Maybe that means I'm getting old and boring, but that's what I'm feeling. I think China killed my wanderlust.
Also--and I think this is what inspired the first dream I mentioned--I get to go see Ringo Starr in Concert! My grandparents have some kind of free hotel stay at this casino in Biloxi, Mississippi and Ringo's performing in July, and so they got tickets and I get to go see a real live Beatle! I'm really excited.
And things have been better around the house. The grandparents and I snapped at each other, they backed off, and now things are better. So that's good. But I still want this job so I can conceivably move the hell out sometime in the future.