Were there monkeys? Some terrifying space monkeys maybe got loose.
Quote of the Day: December 6, 2006
"The techniques of opening conversation are universal. I knew long ago and rediscovered that the best way to attract attention, help, and conversation is to be lost. A man who seeing his mother starving to death on a path kicks her in the stomach to clear the way, will cheerfully devote several hours of his time giving wrong directions to a total stranger who claims to be lost."
-Travels with Charley by John Steinbeck
This morning started off on a very strange note. It was this strange dream. I don't know how it started off, that part is fuzzy. But it involved me competing on America's Next Top Model, and I felt like I had to work extra hard because I was a foot shorter than all the other girls. The competition was simple, we had to get dressed in this thrift store type place to act out five scenes... one was something to do with a birthday, the other was to do with summer camp, then there was something to do with underwear which I was really concerned about because I hadn't shaved my legs, and a nerd one. The nerd one, I grabbed an X-files shirt and box set, the birthday one I grabbed a party hat and I scored really low marks on the summer camp because I was too lewd in my language. And in the end I scored 31 out of 35 and was really stoked. So what happened next? It turned into a modernized version of Hamlet that was filled with language out of an Irvine Welsh book and was narrated by Stephen Potyondi from Junior High. And all the Top Model girls were calling each other "fucking cunts" and telling each other to shove it up their "arses" and so forth... And the stage was in the middle of a downtown department store, where I was also doing Christmas shopping. So all this panic about finding that perfect gift while I was behind stage, and then comes this guy I dig, but it wasn't him. It was him as played by the guy who plays House on TV. Anywho. He leans over and tells me not to panic, to just ride the waves. And he kisses me. And the kiss is amazing. And then I wake up. There was a moment of "What the fuck, did I take too many drugs last night or not enough?" and I looked at the clock. It was 7:51 am. This was a problem. My alarm was set for 7:30 am but didn't go off. It turns out my clock thought it was 7:51 pm not am. Then came the dash out of bed, into the bath, out of the bath, up the stairs, out the door, into the rising sun, into the parking lot, into the mall and to work.
What a way to start a day.
Last night I worked a split shift, 4 hours at MM and 4 at NH with Haley. It was major catch up. It was nice. It was fun. Still don't know what I am doing with my life. I have tomorrow off. And I am trying to get Christmas cards in the mail tomorrow, so am writing them tonight. Ate at Angels. Had a high school flash back. Got photos printed. Mad because they fucked up the saturation even though I told them not to touch them. Had a song in my head all week with the lyrics "Hey, you're crazy bitch you fuck so good on top of me." Left my book at work and have tomorrow off. Reading about physics theory. Why? I don't know. Got a great complement today. Almost cried. Talked to an old man last night. He told me about how his wife died and how his kids died and how he was 80 some and with this woman for 36 years and how Calgary had changed and he cried and I cried and all I asked him was "How are you tonight?" I love moments like that. Moments like that are why I write even though I don't know what I want to do anymore. Am still lost. Must take vacuum to storage tomorrow. Don't want to go to storage. Must. And clean car. And take mom shopping and mail Christmas cards and packages. Must get off my ass. Must take drugs. Must go to bed.