hither and yon

just writing it down quickly before i leave the house

my dream: walking at the side of the house, see a cat zoom by. I catch it, I can feel it in my arms, I can see its face (not well, but I can) - unlike the other dream where I couldn't feel or see it properly and so I knew something wasn't real. it's Chorong and I go into the house feeling so desperate. I call for my mom and almost in a shout ask her "Can you see him? Can you see him? It's not a dream, right?" holding him, feeling the weight, trying to concentrate of the feeling of fur against my skin. she looks at me without saying anything for too long. "No." I understand right away and drop my arms. she tells me to do something, some kind of housework. I go upstairs, looking at the carpet. 

I unintentionally took a two hour nap. Part of my dream: walking while "really sleepy" (I was sleepy as hell in my dream! That is so weird to me) and hearing what sounds like Liz Phair covering B&S's "Like Dylan in the Movies." Because I'm so sleepy, I don't connect the facts, that if the song is playing, there is something playing the song until like waaay into it. Apparently it's some girl's ringtone and she picks up the phone as soon as I turn around to see, because she thinks it's bothering me? BUT IT'S NOT! Ugh this is hard to explain. ANYWAY I NEVER FIND OUT IF IT ACTUALLY WAS LIZ PHAIR COVERING B&S'S "LIKE DYLAN IN THE MOVIES", I DON'T MAKE A NEW MUSIC FROND, AND I AM SOCIALLY INCOMPETENT IN MY DREAMS TOO.

Also some stupid political stuff about Teddy Roosevelt and fake presidents. My subconscious is dumb as hell.

I think 3rd Rock from the Sun is REALLY FUNNY! I have always thought so and now TV Land is letting me watch 5 hours or whatever a day.

So I've been sick for four days now and it sucks. I wasn't up to biking back and forth to class yesterday so I had to drive, and it was the first time I drove anywhere by myself. OMG UTTERLY TERRIFYING. But I didn't crash into anything nor did I almost cause an accident so I'm pretty proud of myself. I might have to drive again today since ugghhh sick. Just being in class sucked hard since the air-conditioning is on and it's THREE HOURS LONG and urg everyone was secretly hating me for coming to class with my sicky germs. 

So I've been sick for four days now and it sucks. I slept at like 12:30 yesterday b/c I was all tired and bleh feeling. I had a fucked up crazy long dream. I don't remember most of it but damn, it was fucked up. My sister turned into a vampire in it and I was *aggrieved sigh* what am I supposed to tell Mom?? and she was all I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!! and when we got home and told my mom she was all great, now we have to check your teeth everyday. And there was a part where I was back at UCLA, but it looked like Modesto High, and there was girl out on the grass on a ladder doing a research study on birds. I was all, "You're looking for that big white bird right?", all proud of myself for remembering. Then I thought I'd be helpful and I sat on the lawn waving this plastic bottle thing around, hoping to attract the bird. Unfortunately it attracted this brick red bird first but I held it off with my foot and THEN a white bird showed up. It was pushy as hell and like rammed itself against my arm and I got all freaked out and tried to hold it down against the grass and was all "UHHHH IS THIS THE BIRD YOU WERE LOOKING FOR??!!!!!!" trying to get the girl's attn. Meanwhile the white bird under my arm is thrashing and the red bird I've been smashing away with my foot is pushing back really hard. Then I woke up! Which was good b/c I was scurred as hell. DD: BIRDS BIRDFACES DD:

So I've been sick for four days now and it sucks. When I woke up I was cold and sniffly so I decided to take a ridiculously long bath. I felt like kicking it old school too, so I got a stereo and found one of my CDs and a book. Uhhhhh and that book was a Fearless book (btw, lol at that wiki entry. ~someone's a fan~). Lordy this series is so stupid. I tried looking at it from a LOL perspective, and it sort of worked, but I lost my patience very quickly and skipped to all the parts with Ed in it.

So I've been sick for four days now and it sucks. I couldn't concentrate on reading b/c of my achy sick head, even if it was a dumb as dirt book like Fearless #17: Flee (graced with edgy clever lines like "Hope was a cheap joke without a punch line"), so I steamed in the water for a while. It was there that I admitted to myself that indeed, I was bored as shit during There Will Be Blood. AND I THOUGHT THE MUSIC WAS ANNOYING TOO. Oh snap!

So I've been sick for four days now and it sucks. It took me three tries to drop a kleenex into the trashcan, even though I was standing right next to it. I am saying that this is because I am sick and weak, not because I am a boat of fail.

So I've been sick for four days now and it sucks. My bangs are annoying the shit out of me. That doesn't have anything to do with being sick but I thought I'd throw it out there.