"I had a dream it was really you"
I'm so excited, this is my last week of work and then I'm off for nine weeks. I can't wait. March is pretty booked because I'm going to be in Florida for like two weeks after we've been in Philly. In February I'm going to be babysitting the chef's son who is my age but apparently he's mildly retarded. So that will keep me a little busy in Feb.
Becky, John, and I are still looking for places to live together. We've looked at apartments and houses but nothing seems to fit the bill exactly. I hope it's soon because I would love to have my own place again. I've lived with relatives for the past 3 years and let's just say I'm over it. I was at pacsun and I bought a Roxy alarm clock, I'm already stocking up for my own room haha.
The first time I EVER played Monopoly was last night with my grandparents. That shit was hilarious. We played with a Harley Davidson board, it was pretty cool. We had to quit at one in the morning because it was getting way too late.
So does anyone else have extremely violent dreams? I have them every now and again and last night I had such a disturbing dream. I dreamed that I beat my ex's (who's not really my ex because we never went out) mother to death. Literally. It was fucking crazy guys, I'm totally weirded out. What happened was, she and I had to make a trip to Indiana for some reason and I remember she was taunting me and I kept yelling at her to leave me alone. So I went in the sauna room to get away from her and then the next thing I remember is that she was in there too and I started beating the shit out of her. I was kicking, punching, slapping, anything you can think of. We were in this sauna room and there was fucking blood EVERYWHERE, all over the tiles and shit. (Jane, I bet you can appreciate my morbidness!) Then, she was decapitated and I had her hair and I was swinging her head to bash it against the walls. One of the distinct things I remember was that I was gouging and digging her eyes out with my fingers. I can't explain how much blood was everywhere. It was crazy. It's kind of hard to explain dreams exactly because they're really choppy and discombobulated. But after the gorey death beating, I remember trying to find my way back to Michigan. I remember when I woke up this morning, I felt kind of exhausted because my dream was so intense, with so much emotion. I was totally freaked out. It baffles me because I haven't even thought about my ex or his mom for a while. So I sat and mapped out my whole day yesterday and nothing I did reminded me of her at all. I did that because usually you dream about things that happened that day. But I didn't even think about her at all yesterday. So that means I still think about it subconsciously. And that pisses me off. I don't even want her to be in my subconscious. Apparently I still have a lot of rage and aggression towards what happened between Mitch and I, and my mind isn't over it yet, whether i know it or not. God, I still can't get over how fucking freaky that dream was because it seemed to real and amplified. Dreams are so crazy.
Speaking of the subject, I haven't talked to him in like two weeks and I'm really happy about that. Every day I think about it less and less and realize that things are better. Which is good. Very good.
So anyways, I ordered David Lee Roth's autobiography because they don't have it in the stores. I hope it comes soon, I can't wait to read it. I wish I could major in Rock and Roll, how fucking kickass would that be?!?!
Becky, John, and I are still looking for places to live together. We've looked at apartments and houses but nothing seems to fit the bill exactly. I hope it's soon because I would love to have my own place again. I've lived with relatives for the past 3 years and let's just say I'm over it. I was at pacsun and I bought a Roxy alarm clock, I'm already stocking up for my own room haha.
The first time I EVER played Monopoly was last night with my grandparents. That shit was hilarious. We played with a Harley Davidson board, it was pretty cool. We had to quit at one in the morning because it was getting way too late.
So does anyone else have extremely violent dreams? I have them every now and again and last night I had such a disturbing dream. I dreamed that I beat my ex's (who's not really my ex because we never went out) mother to death. Literally. It was fucking crazy guys, I'm totally weirded out. What happened was, she and I had to make a trip to Indiana for some reason and I remember she was taunting me and I kept yelling at her to leave me alone. So I went in the sauna room to get away from her and then the next thing I remember is that she was in there too and I started beating the shit out of her. I was kicking, punching, slapping, anything you can think of. We were in this sauna room and there was fucking blood EVERYWHERE, all over the tiles and shit. (Jane, I bet you can appreciate my morbidness!) Then, she was decapitated and I had her hair and I was swinging her head to bash it against the walls. One of the distinct things I remember was that I was gouging and digging her eyes out with my fingers. I can't explain how much blood was everywhere. It was crazy. It's kind of hard to explain dreams exactly because they're really choppy and discombobulated. But after the gorey death beating, I remember trying to find my way back to Michigan. I remember when I woke up this morning, I felt kind of exhausted because my dream was so intense, with so much emotion. I was totally freaked out. It baffles me because I haven't even thought about my ex or his mom for a while. So I sat and mapped out my whole day yesterday and nothing I did reminded me of her at all. I did that because usually you dream about things that happened that day. But I didn't even think about her at all yesterday. So that means I still think about it subconsciously. And that pisses me off. I don't even want her to be in my subconscious. Apparently I still have a lot of rage and aggression towards what happened between Mitch and I, and my mind isn't over it yet, whether i know it or not. God, I still can't get over how fucking freaky that dream was because it seemed to real and amplified. Dreams are so crazy.
Speaking of the subject, I haven't talked to him in like two weeks and I'm really happy about that. Every day I think about it less and less and realize that things are better. Which is good. Very good.
So anyways, I ordered David Lee Roth's autobiography because they don't have it in the stores. I hope it comes soon, I can't wait to read it. I wish I could major in Rock and Roll, how fucking kickass would that be?!?!