fucked up dreams, etc.
it's been hot. i have a new bikini and a cowboy hat (!)
i watched the most amazing film the other night "naisu no mori" (funky forest) which was done by three different directors. i was pretty stoned at the time, but i'm pretty sure it made no sense anyway. it reminded me of my dreams and own imagination, only it was way way way cooler!
i highly recommend it!
speaking of dreams, i've had some pretty creepy ones the past couple of nights. last night i was dead, but i came alive to reenact my death to understand how i'd died. i had a ghastly face with the skin removed that looked like moulded pale pink plastic and was being chased around a circuit by these spooky guys with red and black face paint, each holding guns. someone with a deep voice was commentating as if it were a sporting event. four different guys shot at me. each time they'd be close enough to grab me and i'd turn around and growl at them and they'd fall to the ground. the fifth time i was tagged by an innocent-looking teenage boy with long curly hair.(kinda like rafael nadal) everything froze suddenly. he slouched on the ground and the commentator/narrator asked him if he'd like to shoot me, since he was the fifth person to catch me. i knew this time it'd kill me, but i was sure he wouldn't want to. he gave me an evil smile and said "yeah!" suddenly it was black and i was holding my teeth in a glass case. they were from my post mortem, the narrator's voice said. but they were weird, in a cube-like block with bony veins connecting them all together, as if my mouth had been plastinated. yeah tht woke me up really early!
the day before i was woken after dreaming about an enclosure similar to a bike rack that kids had to stand in and a shark could come up underneath them and eat away their bodies up to their colarbone. i was campaigning to have it so it was just their legs, but i lost the case.
my brain disturbs me sometimes. i guess this indicates i'm stressed, yet i feel more chilled out than ever lately!
it's australia day tomorrow and my only plan is to relax and do nothing. probably get ripped and hang out in the pool. aso, the george comes back to the can on monday evening and will stay with us for a while so gotta get the house in order. so excite! o(^-^)o
my crash diet makes me grumpy but i'm slimming down so really i'm happy... i hope!
and addicted to watching the australian open. i wish i could play tennis. i also wish i wasn't so fucking unco. (>_<);; i have a very cool tennis dress, at least o(^-^)o
i started gamsat study. my brain's been in a vegetative state so it'll take a while to gain momentum. somehow i must teach myself about the joy of mathematics (hahaha! oh the irony!) dakedo, gambarima--su! p(>_<)q
i watched the most amazing film the other night "naisu no mori" (funky forest) which was done by three different directors. i was pretty stoned at the time, but i'm pretty sure it made no sense anyway. it reminded me of my dreams and own imagination, only it was way way way cooler!
i highly recommend it!
speaking of dreams, i've had some pretty creepy ones the past couple of nights. last night i was dead, but i came alive to reenact my death to understand how i'd died. i had a ghastly face with the skin removed that looked like moulded pale pink plastic and was being chased around a circuit by these spooky guys with red and black face paint, each holding guns. someone with a deep voice was commentating as if it were a sporting event. four different guys shot at me. each time they'd be close enough to grab me and i'd turn around and growl at them and they'd fall to the ground. the fifth time i was tagged by an innocent-looking teenage boy with long curly hair.(kinda like rafael nadal) everything froze suddenly. he slouched on the ground and the commentator/narrator asked him if he'd like to shoot me, since he was the fifth person to catch me. i knew this time it'd kill me, but i was sure he wouldn't want to. he gave me an evil smile and said "yeah!" suddenly it was black and i was holding my teeth in a glass case. they were from my post mortem, the narrator's voice said. but they were weird, in a cube-like block with bony veins connecting them all together, as if my mouth had been plastinated. yeah tht woke me up really early!
the day before i was woken after dreaming about an enclosure similar to a bike rack that kids had to stand in and a shark could come up underneath them and eat away their bodies up to their colarbone. i was campaigning to have it so it was just their legs, but i lost the case.
my brain disturbs me sometimes. i guess this indicates i'm stressed, yet i feel more chilled out than ever lately!
it's australia day tomorrow and my only plan is to relax and do nothing. probably get ripped and hang out in the pool. aso, the george comes back to the can on monday evening and will stay with us for a while so gotta get the house in order. so excite! o(^-^)o
my crash diet makes me grumpy but i'm slimming down so really i'm happy... i hope!
and addicted to watching the australian open. i wish i could play tennis. i also wish i wasn't so fucking unco. (>_<);; i have a very cool tennis dress, at least o(^-^)o
i started gamsat study. my brain's been in a vegetative state so it'll take a while to gain momentum. somehow i must teach myself about the joy of mathematics (hahaha! oh the irony!) dakedo, gambarima--su! p(>_<)q