Hello Seattle, I am a manta ray deep beneath the blue waves
One: I feel like such a loser. I go to lay down for a nap after Human Behavior, right? Which means I lay down for a nap around 11AM. (Because I'm still feeling a little sickish. Mostly still coughing a lot and sniffles. And my voice sounds like hell 'cause of my throat's still a little sore.) I didn't wake up like...3:19 in the afternoon. Ffffff, I fucking missed Abnormal and possibly World Mythology because of a nap. (Shit, I still need to turn in my Abnormal Psychology Case Study Paper about Gibbs. Yes. I'm doing my paper on Gibbs from NCIS. [not that you needed to know but I almost ended up doing the paper on Vegeta. But I flipped a coin between him and Gibbs].)
Damnit. There I went rambling about that damn paper that I need to hand in. I was talking about a nap, right?
Well, I had weird dream where I was rafting a sea of blood on a mattress. And I kept on seeing flashing lightning and hearing someone sneezing loudly. And while I was rafting, I kept begging for enchiladas and banana pocky. Don't ask why on either of those food items (they're not what I'm craving. I've been craving pasta, which I've been eating a lot of.) And after a while, I'd cry and beg for my handmade plushies of Lucario and Bardock.
...I think I know what the dream means, but I won't go into it. TMI issues and stuff. Except that some sort of deity had a cold (which in my dreams I must be deifying the real me or deifying everyone around me who's got colds and stuff too. I swear everyone's sick.), and that I feel stupid for leaving my Lucario plushie at home, and that I can't find my Bardock plushie, which is probably hiding somewhere in the blankets on my bed.
Some part of me wants to think that the rafting on a sea of blood while on a mattress symbolizes a menstrual period. Which I'm on mine. I TOLD YOU TMI.
Heck, I think I missed a little bit of the social junk on campus. Oh well. I was having fun rafting in that dream and coughing up my lungs.
And people were probably watching the talent show and thinking "Where the hell is she?" when I wasn't in it after all.
...And guess what? I just glanced at my bed. And guess who was hiding under my pink snuggie in the gap between my matress and the wall? Guess that solves my plushie mystery. I'll probably cling to my Bardock plushie tonight and listen to Owl City while I sleep. And yes, I listened to Owl City as I napped.
If you're reading this over Jess's shoulder, Tiff, THANK YOU FOR GETTING ME INTO OWL CITY'S MUSIC. <3 I like it. I'm surprised I didn't get into it sooner.
Ugh, me and tangents. This is what I get for taking cough medicine.
But yeah. I'm laughing at myself for napping four hours like I'm a cat of some sort (or like I'm Abby napping in the lab and using Bert the Hippo as a pillow. Or like I'm Bardock after a battle. Or like I'm buzzard-bait Simba--wait, he's a lion and therefore a cat...), coughing and sniffling, hugging to a handmade plush of my favorite DBZ character ever, and enjoying the soft music of Owl City. <3 Mostly laughing at myself for napping through stuff.
Damnit. There I went rambling about that damn paper that I need to hand in. I was talking about a nap, right?
Well, I had weird dream where I was rafting a sea of blood on a mattress. And I kept on seeing flashing lightning and hearing someone sneezing loudly. And while I was rafting, I kept begging for enchiladas and banana pocky. Don't ask why on either of those food items (they're not what I'm craving. I've been craving pasta, which I've been eating a lot of.) And after a while, I'd cry and beg for my handmade plushies of Lucario and Bardock.
...I think I know what the dream means, but I won't go into it. TMI issues and stuff. Except that some sort of deity had a cold (which in my dreams I must be deifying the real me or deifying everyone around me who's got colds and stuff too. I swear everyone's sick.), and that I feel stupid for leaving my Lucario plushie at home, and that I can't find my Bardock plushie, which is probably hiding somewhere in the blankets on my bed.
Some part of me wants to think that the rafting on a sea of blood while on a mattress symbolizes a menstrual period. Which I'm on mine. I TOLD YOU TMI.
Heck, I think I missed a little bit of the social junk on campus. Oh well. I was having fun rafting in that dream and coughing up my lungs.
And people were probably watching the talent show and thinking "Where the hell is she?" when I wasn't in it after all.
...And guess what? I just glanced at my bed. And guess who was hiding under my pink snuggie in the gap between my matress and the wall? Guess that solves my plushie mystery. I'll probably cling to my Bardock plushie tonight and listen to Owl City while I sleep. And yes, I listened to Owl City as I napped.
If you're reading this over Jess's shoulder, Tiff, THANK YOU FOR GETTING ME INTO OWL CITY'S MUSIC. <3 I like it. I'm surprised I didn't get into it sooner.
Ugh, me and tangents. This is what I get for taking cough medicine.
But yeah. I'm laughing at myself for napping four hours like I'm a cat of some sort (or like I'm Abby napping in the lab and using Bert the Hippo as a pillow. Or like I'm Bardock after a battle. Or like I'm buzzard-bait Simba--wait, he's a lion and therefore a cat...), coughing and sniffling, hugging to a handmade plush of my favorite DBZ character ever, and enjoying the soft music of Owl City. <3 Mostly laughing at myself for napping through stuff.