Usurp the hegemony!
Okay, so in all actually this update has not a thing to do with marxist criticism.... or overthrowing anything (Disappointingly enough). So if you were in it for that, you can just STOP READING RIGHT NOW! However, what I have to tell you may be equally as interesting. I've been have crazy nutso dreams lately. For instance, last night I dreamt that I was pregnant, and my mom was waiting with me in her bed to pop the little sucker out. I think I had started to go into contractions when all of a sudden I was dreaming about driving to this Chinese version of Virginia Beach to see Justin Dale. I know it was Chinese, cause there was chinese writing on the wall. And little chinese alleys. And Justin Dale. Amy Hoelscher was in there too. She was also Chinese (Okay, not really. But that would've been really neat). Then the other night I had a dream that I went to Stan and Julianne's wedding, only I arrived in some scanty pjs with crazy night fro hair. Which apparently didn't alarm me at all when I left the house. When I went to change into something less un-clothed, they were hitched, and by the time I got back it was all over. And it made me sad. Next thing, I was up on top of a church roof jumping- not in some crazy suicidal fashion- just jumping. Jumping from glee that my hair was not fro-liscious anymore, and that I had a pretty pink striped dress on. Luckily, in my glee, i had remembered to pack my Mary Poppins style umbrella which lowered me gently to the ground. Maybe I should look into that job market: Magical Flying Nannies with Cool Hats. I hear they're in demand.
Then, on a different night, I had a dream involving zombies and being chased by an old, skinny, lesbian dog trainer.
So uh... there you have it. My nightly brain narratives. I don't know if I need to lay off the sugar, or the movies about Virginia Beach going Chinese or what. Whatever it is, I hope its not an omen. I would really hate to end up pregnant on top of a roof being chased by zombies in pjs, Amy with fro hair, and the old lesbian dog lady in a pink striped dress. Either way, I guess if I've still got my umbrella, everything will be all right.
Then, on a different night, I had a dream involving zombies and being chased by an old, skinny, lesbian dog trainer.
So uh... there you have it. My nightly brain narratives. I don't know if I need to lay off the sugar, or the movies about Virginia Beach going Chinese or what. Whatever it is, I hope its not an omen. I would really hate to end up pregnant on top of a roof being chased by zombies in pjs, Amy with fro hair, and the old lesbian dog lady in a pink striped dress. Either way, I guess if I've still got my umbrella, everything will be all right.