a fourteen hour nap

Song of Goodness: Bach - Cantana 208 "Sheep May Safely Graze"

Dreams

First I was in some sort of Van with some people.. I was cleaning up and organizing some stuff.. like placing all the stuffed animals into a bag and folding up lots of blankets. I think I was a kid. We stopped at a hotel or something, and either James and I wanted to stay and sleep in the van, or we had to. Anyway, we knew that we weren't going to go buy dinner, so while I was cleaning up some toys, I noticed a pink Barbie Kitchen set, like maybe a fridge and some pantries and stuff. So I opened one of the little drawers in the Barbie fridge and found some little tester cheese packs. Sort of like the kind you get from Hickory farms, only smaller. I pulled them out and felt them and they were still cold. I said, "I totally forgot that I had put these here." I think that they had been sitting in that little mini fridge for months. LOL, James and I cast dubious glances at each other and then shrugged so I was like, "Yay! Let's eat them!" James and I then searched the other little drawers and found a mini pizza, some ham, and other little things. We placed the little pizza in the (working!) Barbie oven and cooked it.

The next part of my dream took place in a house. A house where my family lived (that I had never seen before this dream) and for some reason, some design decorator (like the kind on TV) was over. I think that James and I were switching rooms, because my bed was in his room, and his bed was in either my room or the hallway. There was a big white sheet covering my bed to protect it and the dressers in the room were James'. They were all painted a dark-medium blue, only spots of the paint had worn away, leaving the wood underneath. I think that James had a friend over. So anyway, we were all in the room, and the decorator guy was sitting on my sheet covered bed indian style with some plans and he turned into a missionary. I was like, "You do know that this is my bed and not James', right? My bed has a pretty design for the head and foot boards, like a rising sun." and then I uncovered the foot board with the sheet and showed him it because I felt that the designer should know that my stuff was pretty.

So anyway, the next thing that happened, was that the missionary somehow ended up on one of the computers and he wante dto get the lyrics to a song or something. So I, wanting to be helpful and knowing that that computer didn't connect to the internet ran into the next room and tried to get a mp3 and lyrics off of the other computer really fast. I think that he wanted the a song from "Joseph and the Multicolored Dream Coat" and I was looking for a song from "The Prince of Egypt" becuase when I ran back into the other room with a CD it was the wrong one. And then I kept running back and forth with the wrong stuff. I think he finally found what he was looking for later.

Then I was in some sort of Gymnasium watching a Highschool Volleyball game or something. my team packed up to leave, and we piled into a Van. Our coach (the young blond one) was taking forever to get to the van and we were waiting on an Urban road (we may or may not have been stopping traffic) so either Arianne or Amber moved into the driver's seat to 'just move us up a bit'. I was a little apprehensive when they kept 'moving us up' and moved onto the road because they were 16 and you had to have a special license to drive a big van, but I figured that we were safe so I laid back on my seat and pretended to sleep. The driver turned right onto a country road and drove up it. Next to me, Nat C. (a girl from church who is totally unrelated to the girls from the VB team) was talking about whether I would get mad at them for driving when we were not supposed to and if the coach would care. I then stopped pretending to sleep, which shocked Nat and everyone else because they thought I was sleeping and then explained exactly why I wasn't doing anything even though we were breaking so many traffic laws. Nat laughed and we turned right and pulled up to a grassy area with a lake where our VB coach was walking bac. Needless to say, she was quite surprised that we had come to pick her up but since she was still young she laughed off our rule breaking and asked the girl who was driving to move over.

The next part of my dream involved a very dirty lake and a man scubba diving. The lake with brown and had some liter on the bottom. There was a group of people around the lake who had gotten a professional scubadiver to swim to the bottom and get as much trash as he could in the next 30 minutes. He only had 30 minuted because he was to get married that day and everyone was expected at the church soon. He was wearing everything: a scubbadiving suit, flippers, face mask, maybe even gloes and we swam out to the middle of the brown lake and dove. I think that it took him a very long time to swim to the bottom of the lake, and when he got there, he grabbed as many empty plastic gallon milk cartons as he could and other liter in his arms and came up for air. When he got to the edge of the lake, the man overseeing the production helped him unsuit and told him that they didn't have enough time for another dive. Everyone packe dup their stuff and got into their vehicles to drive to the church. The scubba man didn't have time to take a shower before the wedding, but fortunatly his scubba suit protected most of him from the muddy water and he didn't really need one.

I'm having trouble remembering the last part of the dream... I was with some sort of team.. maybe like from the show Angel or some Star Trek game or something and I was given the option to stay with the team, or transfer to some diplomatic corps on a space station. I was watching a viewscreen to see the main people on the Diplomatic corps but I was starting to make up so the people walking on teh screen were supposed to all look different and really cool but they all came out rather boring looking, all looked alike with blue shiny metallic outfits on. And then I woke up.

six for a dollar

Song of Gooness: The Pillows - Paper Triangle

Looking at a can of chicken broth, and noticing that it was sold for $.74, I fondly remember when you used to be able to buy those Ramen noodles for like.. 12 for a dollar or something at Shopright. Ah, James just said that they were 16 and 3/4 cents each and that it was odd that he remembered it.


Ah, And Blogger just got a overhaul! Very cool guys! But the mauve is a little blahyuk.


I have so much to write about, but I feel so... awake and alive right now that I don't feel like documenting it all. Oh well, I'll just write out some notes for later:

A run down of Sunday morning's events
Harry Potter notes on first movie, new movie, and random post theories from groups.
Orthodics YAY!
Time article on brain development.
Is my brain wired for Bach?
Updates on music page.
Something I noticed about myself... unable to stand ppl who are unable to look at the muti-sides of an event/issue blah by themselves.. forming an opinion without seeing and thinking about all possibilities. Interesting.
A thought on how annoying it is to wait for something to load during the era of digital "all connected in a nano second" communication. *kicks NetZero "SLOW" speed dialup*

Yipee!

Song of Goodness: Nirvana - Where Did You Sleep Last Night

Harry Potter special on at 7 pm. I wish our tape recording thingy was set up. I hope I will be able to stay awake for it. I am very tired..

I will tell you about my day later.

I was chatting to five different people today in the same hour! While this used to be a common occurance, it hasn't happened in awhile. Wow.

getting fat on pickles

Song of Goodness: Nirvana - Come As You Are

Haha, I was thinking this morning that I should rename my blog Getting Fat on Pickles. Interesting name, no?

Ah, I really love the Salsa Fresco from Whole Foods Market. Sooo goood when it's fresh but not quite as good one week old... but then again, the only thing better when aged is cheese.


I'm tired. This is ridiculus. Why am I tired? Ah, I can't decide if I should go to bed now or try to stay up. I really should go walking for a few miles today to break in my orthodics... maybe walk to the movies? Nah... nothing I'm dying to see, and it's Saturday *checks computer clock* Yeah it is Saturday which means all the kids are out of school and movies are only fun when you have the whole theatre to yourself. :( Plus, I'd have to see something in the morning cause I refuse to pay more $ than I have to to see some movie that I'm not dying to see (Harry Potter!). *rubs eyes* I think I'll stay on for awhile to see if Molly is coming on this morning...

...so tired...



I was thinking about this yesterday, some people you just connect really well with and it's all fabulous! You have a great time every time you see them or talk to them and you laugh all the time. Other people, well it doesn't work out as well. I dunno. Sometimes it feels like a chore to talk to some people.. like when you only IM each other every 30 min to make sure they are still on or if you just aren't captivated by them when you chat. I feel like Molly and I really connect, it's so cool! It's like we have the best time every time.. it was the best time the first time! We must have similar brainwaves! Jess-chan and I do that soemtimes too.. sometimes with Kelly but she's is *never* on to talk! Grr! I know that she's probably freaking out with graduating from High school and college aps and all this stupid school stuff and playing piano for plays and stuff... ah so stressful! Well I need to find more people like Molly. Sadly, I haven't met many people that are as great as her to talk too... eh but I'm always willing to try!


It's so sad that I talk to more people online than I do in RL. Seriously. Who in RL do I talk to on a daily basis? My brother, my mom, and my stepdad. Hmmm... and even then it isn't more than "Are you going to have dinner?" "Do you want to use the computer?". Only James really spends time with me... he's a comfortable person.. like you wouldn't mind just sitting with him and doing whatever, even if you don't really interact. I need more people like that... you know, there really aren't that many people I know like that.. hmmm...

Snow White was always my favourite..

You are Snow White

Deceiving, sweet and
graceful. Your charms help you get whatever
want. And you love strangers with a passion.


You are the most 'evil' of the Disney
Princesses, and you probably get it from a
wicked family member.


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hello, starlight

Songs of Goodness: I'm in a "The pillows" kind of mood today sooo.... either 'Moon is Mine' or 'Our Love and Peace'.. maybe even 'Instant music' or 'Little Busters'. I can never decide!! They are all so good!

Before I went to bed this morning I read my e-mail... 25 messages... I think I only got through a few...

When I woke up this night my inbox had 53 messages... I hope that they aren't just all opinions on Dumbledore treatment/mistake of Harry. Hmmm

Just now James said, "I feel bad for the miso soup I fed you a few days ago."
"Hmm? Why? It was o.k."
"Because, it tasted strange. I had to use Mexican-style potatoes and whole wheat angelhair pasta and a whole bunch of weird things in it cause I was hungry and there wasn't anything else."
"O.o oh. No wonder it tasted so weird."
*a snortkle*
"James, you're so odd."
"Look who's talking. You're the one that eats pickle juice!"
o.O touche.

Dreams

First I was in a long kitchen, thinking about making breakfast. My BestF Kelly was supposed to come over and lots of other people too and I wanted to make some great food. I had a whole bunch of little zip lock bags with everyone's names on them.. I was thinking of how my brother was a Vegan and how it would be difficult to make such a wide range of breakfast foods... I looked at Partil Parvatti's bag (She's an Indian Harry Potter character and I have no idea why she was coming over in my dream) and thought how if I made her whole wheat toast it would be okay since I didn't know if she act like a Vegan too...

So I was stuffing mini-bacon in the bags and Kelly came over with a friend. She was wearing a pink feather boa and they were both carrying shopping bags. She was happy to see me and pulled me through the doorway into her room (which she brought along). She said "Hey Chica! Ouu guess what!?!! We just went to this totally great store and oh- I managed to get 20 awesome books for two dollars!! Isn't that so cool?" I was quite impressed at her smart purchase, but wondered if she got any books other than the first few that she would have bought otherwise. Then for some reason I was looking at a row of blond Barbie dolls and thought of how I would design pastel Princess gowns for them.

The dream changed and I was sitting in a room with the church girls I shared one of those.. half-open cabins with the last year of Girl's camp: Valorie, Ariane and Natalie. We were taking some sort of test and we turned in our answers. I was put into a group with Nat and Val and we were shoved into some kind of box room. Ariane was put into another group. The room was dark and had no windows.. the ceiling was movable and there was a display panel next to the sliding doors that we entered by. We were confused at first at why we had been shoved in the room but we soon figured out why. It was some sort of training room. I can't really remember what happened.. maybe an increase in gravity or pressure.. temperature.. perhaps even a warrior that looked like the kind of 'Celestrial Evil' warrior from Kung Fu: TLC (in case you never watched that ep, it was an awkward moving Oriental-styled black Darth Vader armor). Somehow we made it out alive...

..only to be shoved back in. This time there were mini columns, slightly taller than me, holding the ceiling up. The ceiling was gridded and there were too many columns standing upright for us to be able to move around easily. I started to topple some of the columns and the program started... the ceiling started to lower itself. The columns that were still up held their part of the ceiling up. We were slightly alarmed since we didn't know what to do. We crouched down to the floor...

I think that we started to swim or something because my dream then changed to a part of the ocean. I was watching a woman and the people I was with get captured. I didn't really have any form as so couldn't reall interact with anything. The people were getting trapped into wooden/metal crates in the ocean and brought onto the deck of a lrage ship. I concentrated on the woman.. I think she was about 50 years old. She managed to get away and jumped off the boat into the ocean. A man on the ship top, wearing the typical 80's spy outfit of beige long coat, sunglasses and hat yelled out to her that she'd 'never get away'. That he would go after her and find her. "Do you really think that you can swim faster than Me?" He jumped into the water after the woman. The womand was swimming as fast as she could toward the shore. I decided to put a spell on her to make her movements silent and to help her move faster. From a bird's eye view I moved my computer mouse and highlighted the areas in the ocean, trying to locate the man who was chasing her.

She finally made it to the shore and was very relieved. She had a chance now. She tried to blend in with the people there. The man reached the shore. I moved my mouse around and highlighted anyone that resembled the man with the beige/brown coat, hat and briefcase. It was like an active 2D 'Where's Waldo?' computer game. I kept highlighting duds while looking for the real thing.

I suppose that she was safe, because my dream changed again. I was sitting on the beach with a small crowd of people, looking out at the ocean. The woman was with me to the left and next to her was a nice young ethusiastic man lecturing everyone about the lifeforms and ecosystems on the beach. I felt as if the woman had been there for years, just looking after the ecosystem. It was as if she knew me, and I was checking up on her. At the same time, I felt as if I were a student to her. She wore a light dress a floppy hat, had a nice tan and was covered in sand. She held up a collection of long grass strands and explained that she was going to use them to grow snail turtles. She told me to try to collect some grass too so that I could grow some as well. I scurried around, pulling up clumps of grass. They didn't look as nice or the right kind as her's but she smiled kindly and said that it was ok. The man said 'good-job' and he seemed as if he were a long-time colleague of her's. We wandered along the beach, pushing the grass into the sand as if replanting it.

Later, we went to a sort of mini zoo. Circular, there were only three section filled, with all reptile-like creatures. One was a super flat and soft looking Crocodile. The next one was the Snail Turtle. It's shell was flipped open, as it it had been on a hinge. Inside was a white rectangle thing. It was constructed the way carboard boxes that hold glass bottles have the crisscrossing thin cardboard sheets in the middle, creating long thin squares of space. A miniture naked turtle was climbing over the top, taking care of whatever was in the spots. Mussell and snail-like shells, stuck at odd angles, almost coated the sides, top and surrounding area of the inside of the shell, which was now open to our view. It was quite strange... in a disgusting curious way...

.. to say to that?

What my mom says, with an overly loud voice, laughing and bragging to an acquaintance: "They practically raised themselves. I didn't have to anything."

Later in the car, "You just decided what kind of person you wanted to be and became it."



What my Dad says, late at night, just the two of us, the fan whirling in the background: "Sometimes I wish I had taken you away and had Lori raised you." Meeting my solemn gaze he echoes my thoughts, "But then you wouldn't have been the same person." And I envy those children who don't have to listen to their father speak of heart-ache and loss when they are twelve years old. Thirteen, Fourteen.. Nineteen. Ones who don't have to act as if he were a stranger. Jealous of my brother and sister who won't have as nice things as 'Ballet, karate and piano lessons', as my stepmom puts it, but who will be able to clamber over him years later without any awkwardness.

And we sigh and look away.




what am I supposed to say to that?

".. remember me to one who lives there.."

I stumbled across two gems today. :)

A Fact from the New Yorker: Listen to This
"I have seen the future, and it is called Shuffle..." :) Exactly.
"On the iPod, music is freed from all fatuous self-definitions and delusions of significance."
"...music is music."

ArtsJournal.com About Last Night

Couldn't Resist... :)

You are smart, calm and calculating in a situation or problem you're faced with.
You base your decisions more of logic than a standard of morals.
But be careful, sometimes in your search for knowledge you come across as cold as Spock.

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Dreams

Time Travel

Somehow I was inside something... like a dark tunnel in a ship with some young people I knew.. maybe children that I was looking after. We were running from something. Almost in danger. We ran outside and were some of the few people who made it to safety. We ended up in a roped off area filled with.. soilder-type people. It was darkoutside and the area was filled with floodlights. I could see similar sites in the near distance. We decided to play along.

A commander guy, who looked as if he was in his mid-twenties was overheard talking about finding people that belonged in their time and killing off the rest, or perhaps they were going to make them tell them secrets about the future? I knew that we were from a time beyond theirs and that we couldn't get caught. I and the children that I was with laid down on the grass and I tried to to listen to how he was checking for signs of people who belonged in the 'right' time. He was checking everyone's necks, checking to see if the angle that they slept in made a bone in their neck push out. I whispered to the kids that I was with to turn their necks to the side as far as they could and to pretend that they were asleep. I did the same. It was uncomfortable to tense your neck like that for any amount of time and I was very relieved that the kids seemed to be able to do it. Perhaps they felt the gravity of the situation. The guy pased us and seemed to fall for it. I was very relieved.

We waited for a long time. I then looked down and realized that I was holding a cereal box. I looked at the bottom of the box, it had a miniture video layer filled with moments of my life. A picture of a building changed and I saw myself at around 3 years old walking with my Mom and some other people through a crowded area. thinking of the past reminded me of a younger boy whom I used to know when I was really little. I met him again later but wasn't able to really talk to him, and for some strange reason I wanted to find a picture of me around him from when we were 3 or something to show him that I wasn't just some giggly girl that liked him... cause I don't, I just wanted to talk to him about old times. :P Well anyway, the cereal box was a future technology and I couldn't get caught with something like that so I willed it away. It might have shrunk and changed into something different.. I didn't really pay attention as I was looking around myself to make sure that no one saw me.

It was at that time that another memeber of our party exited from the tunnel and called for me. An older boy with geeky glasses and blond hair.(who reminded me of Percey W.) yelled for us and said something about figuring it out. I was only slightly panicked. The soilder guys in the area immediatly stopped him and asked him who he was. The Commander guy stopped by me, and we all stopped pretending to be asleep. He looked at me suspiciously and asked if I knew the boy that had just exited the tunnel. I thought fast and said that I had met him in the tunnel when we were stuck in it. He seemed to accept the story but still looked at me a little thoughtfully.

He then gave the order for everyone to enter the ship. it was a ship that they had found for time travel. The kids that I was with and I entered the ship without any problems. The boy from earlier was escorted in with an armed guard. The inside was well lighted, the walls were those large concrete bricks that you often see in schools, painted a white-yellow. The floor was carpeted with a brown carpet. It kinda reminded me of the church building I used to go to in Emerson. We were lead into some small room, filled with blanket but without any windows.

Just as we settled in, that commander guy entered the room looking for me. He told me to come along and I exited the room and started to follow him. he said I was to go somewhere else where I wouldn't make any mischief. As we walked, I spotted a drinking fountain on the right on one wall. A commotion (perhaps a soilder reporting?) behind us distracted the Commander guy and I made step at the drinking fountain and took my chances at taking a gulp of the water (I didn't know what time we were in and if the water pipes were even connected to where we were). I managed to get back at the guy's side and I don't think he even noticed what I did. He did look suspiciously at my innocent smile and than grabbed my upper arms and pulled me to our destination.

It was a room that strongly reminded me of the nursery in the church building. A long recangular room with a divider at the middle, that was open at this time. High windows, with tinted glass so you couldn't see out ran along the top on one wall. Waist-high cabinets were underneath them. There was a low rectangular table at the front with little chairs. The guy told me that they were taking off soon and then I was left in there alone. I wasn't really too worried. I think that I figured that I would have plenty of time to get myself and the kids I was with to the right time, as the Commander guy didn't seem too smart.

The ship moved and landed somewhere. I felt pretty confident that no one was going to check on my any time soon, so I went to the back left of the room and climbed up one of the cabinets. I then opened the window and looked outside. It was raining outside, and I saw some low buildings and people walking around the area with bright umbrellas. it looked like the late 20th centuary and I felt safe in this time.

I shut the window when I heard the door of the room start to unlock, and I sat down on the cabinet, pretending that I wasn't up to anything. A very large man entered the room. Wearing green army camo and filled with muscles only an action figure could pull off. He seemed as if he were a nice person, and I smiled at him. He seemed to be a little confused, and said that he had been sent to watch me. I smiled at him and I think we sat down at the low table and played a game of cards for awhile. I had a strong urg to go to the bathroom so I convinced him that it would be alright if we left the room as long as he accompained me and we arrived back before anyone misses us. I think that we got caught but we weren't in too much trouble, we just ran back to our room. This part of the dream ended after this..



I was then with my brother and some friends moving into a nice big white house, It had that old northern New England farmhouse look to it. I was inside, looking at my white metal-framed day bed. My brother and another guy were carrying it out to put it in the next door house. I took out a large sheet of graphing paper and started to outline rooms on it, similar to how you create homes in The S*ms. I drew in my daybed in the room on the upper left, and the at the upper right I drew a square dressing room for a man and in the center of the room, stairs to lead up to a second floor bedroom. I was thinking how Little orphan Annine could have the room on the left and Dady Warbuck could have the roomon the right and how his Secretary and butler could brief him on things and tie his tie in the dressing room.

I stopped my brother right before he exited the room with my bed, and I somehow literally took off the blankets and then I colored the sheets pink, as if it were a picture on my computer. it wasn't perfect and you could see spots of yellow underneath the pink, but I figured it would be okay to change into a Si*m bed for Annie.

We then exited the house and walked over to the next house next to it, on its left. As we walked I glanced at the house that was to be our new neighbor and was a little a little shocked at how interesting it looked. It was more forward that the other houses, and placed at a slant. It was some distance away and seemed to be a dark brown. The top of the house looked as if a giant tree with super thick branches had started to weave itself into the house shape. The ends of those branched stuck out, it reminded me of a haunted tree. I would not have been surprised if that tree were haunted. I remember looking around the ground of our new house, and as I faced the left wall of the house, I noticed a telephone pole in between it and me. it had what looked like a very large rusted mailbox nailed up higher than anyone would be able to use. Curious.

That's when I woke up... I think.

Geekier

I just took the test again and got 40.63116% - Major Geek
Wonder what I did differently..

Geekiness

According to the Geek test my Geekiness rank is
37.27811% - Major Geek

*yawns, stretch*

Song of Goodness: Smashing Pumpkins - Zero

crazy crazy Dreams

I was traveling to some church camping trip with Nat's family in their van. I was nervous because i wouldn't be coming back with them. Strangely, I was going to be secretly married around this place and no one I knew, knew. o.O It was arranged. So after we arrived, and had some fun we went to a dance. I wore a white dress with a black bodice, I think. As the dance was winding down.. I went into the girl's bathroom. Some girls who knew what was going on passed me and waved. I got changed into a white wedding dress and stff like that. Maybe I had gloves? I exited the bathroom and said goodbye to the people I had arrived with. They were perplexed but left without me.

I then walked over to an extravegantly decorated church. There were lots of people in it, all whom I had never met before. They all spoke Spanish so I had no idea what was going on. I think that the guy was a leader of his own island or something.. he had a lot of power. As I reached the front of the church, a woman ran in screaming. I understood that she didn't want this guy to get married so he didn't. I don't know if I was more relieved or irritated. He apoligized without much sorrow and then told the people outside to do their celebrations anyway. I moved to one side on raised steps in a gathered crowd and I watched as the people waiting outside did a choreographed dance to loud music. There was a whole courtyard full of identical groups or about 7 people. Then spun around together and highlighted a different person every few turns. A woman all in white with a pretty flower hair accessory did a dance whihle the others whirled, then a similar dressed woman with a black accesory did a dance.. then a girl in pigtails dressed in a white frilly dress was swung as if she was on a swing. Then a guy dressed as a sailor did a Russian dance. It was rather odd, but cool.

Somehow I ended up being picked up by my dad and I was worried that I didn't bring any fun computer games for Emily. We drove a bit and then ended outside a tall builiding on a calm city street.

Then I was with a group in a sort of class... I was organizing the long fridge/freezer. It was the kind that supermarkets use- very long with clear doors and metal racks. I moved everything around in one section, reorganized it. I remember that I moved all the milk and juices to the bottom and placed the like ones together. I also stacked all the Spagetti microwave dinners together right above that.

Then I went back to the teacher and our little plants. She said something about how my plant grew spendidly but the next one wasn't. She said that she was unable to find the milk to feed it so she had to use something else. I then told her that I moved all the milk to the bottom shelf and that the reason why my plants so so healthy was probably because my Lacotse fixed milk was probably easier for it to digest.

She agreed and then had everyone chose a little something and then assign us partners. It turns out that she was going to change us into animals and then make us stay with another person-turned-animal to build up team experiences. I was a little alarmed but the girl I was with seemed to have a compatible animal so it seemed alright. I think the other people moved away to change or something because I don't rememebr them. I think that the girl and I changed into lizards, and we basked in the sun together and had some nice lizard conversations.

Next thing I knew.. we had changed back to human form and we were to pick a different animal with a different partner. I got 'sea lizard' and my partner, a largish guy, got 'elephant' I was understandably worried. I tried to tell her that those animals should not be placed together and that we wouldn't fit in any of the cages. She just told us to stop complaining and shooed us away. My partner and I were very annoyed. We went to our assigned changing stop- the fridge. We were many sections down from the fridge compartment that had alll the food and the are was slightly enlarged, but it didn't really look like an appropriate area for us. In one section, a plastic divider was holding some greenish water in. I shrugged to my companion, took the vial of animal-change formula and changed into.... a sea lizard. I looked something like a Komodo dragon, with the big long tail but I was a yucky green color and very moist. I went in the water and swam around. My partner went into another part of the fridge and just stood around. I remember thinking that the teacher was supposed to provide food for us so I looked around for it. I noticed an aligator.. larger than I was. Was that supposed to be my food? I considered trying to swallow it whole like a snake would, but I figured that I would never be able to get it down. A few minutes, hours(?) later we switched back. The guy said that class should be over by now, so we headed toward the next door locker rooms. We walked through the entrance and passed somepeople sitting in a hot whirlpool. My partner offered to watch me so I wouldn't drown if I decided to get in it. I said no thanks.

We then exited the area and entered another.. the pool area. It was neat! There was a large tower on both sides of the pool, connected by rope wire. A large crowd was gathered around. I joined the front of it. A girl, wearing a harness and assisted by a man, jumped off the top platform of the tower.. she spun, yelled, bounced up and forwards, yelled again, then did a death defying flip towards us, Everyone thought that she was going to land on her head and break it on the concrete by she landed safely in the water. Cheer and yells followed. At the top of the tower, the man who I now recognized as that mean guy from Americal Idol, said with a Lockheartish voice that "It's like diving, only with a choice your own adventure! Now who wants to go next?" Well that was neat. You could yell out what direction you wanted to bounce or flip in and what cool thing you wanted to do while using this rope diving thing. I considered doing it, then changed my mind.

I left the crowd and continued onard. Somehow I found myself with Jamie. We were at either a party or a strange prom or something. People were dressed up in costumes. The room was oval, wood and had something huge in the middle that you couldn't see over. It looked like a roller blade areana. I think some peole roller bladed but Jaimie and I walked around. I looked down and noticed that I was wearing a Snow White princess dress in pastel colors. We came toward a small crowd around a box. Inside were all sorts of hats. I was in a box with pastel wide brimmed hats. I searched around for a yellow one. Success! I found the only yellow on and put it on my head. Jamie was trying on other hats too. I'm not sure she picked up before my dream ended.

I so Happy!

Song of Goodness: Random Fruits Basket Song.. closing one...

I got the first 2 manga Volumes of Furuba yesterday!!! Yay! I so Happy! Of course, I've already read them by now! :}

The manga was fantastic! At first it was difficult because the drawings were slightly different and it was hard to read the bubbles in the right order but I quickly grew accustomed to them! :) Tohru-kun's talks make much more sense when you read them! In the anime, it was difficult to really understand them as easily. And some scenes were skipped! Ah, well I can't wait to buy Manga Volume #3! It wasn't at the bookstore, so I'll have to wait. Augh. :(


While I was at the bookstore, I also bought the Harry Potter book Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Entertaining for a few minutes. :)

I so tired now. Goodnight!

I just watched the Ring so it's best that sleep during the night for awhile. :} I have an overactive imagination...

Bo de dum de dum:

the base guitar from today's song of goodness Muse - Dark Shines

I had a converstaion with Jamie online today. She said that today was the day that people in Sweeden chased trolls and wolves away or something. Fireworks and bonfires seemed to do it.. and prayers I think. I was going to copy and post the conversation but I sadly closed the window by accident. :(

I also had several lovely conversations with Molly :) and we bounced Harry Potter theories off of our silly little heads. And talked about different insights we had noticed in the HP world.

I posted a delightfully wicked plot for a Father/Son Harry Potter fic at the YahooGroups HPSS Gen Fest. Perhaps I will post it here sometime. I also put up a link to my Harry Potter and Severus Snape website. I haven't posted it here for awhile so here goes: Potions, Snitches, and Unlikely Relations: Jan's List of Harry Potter Fanfiction at http://www.geocities.com/Jan_AQ3

A Harry Potter fanfic comic: http://www.dangermouse.net/cgi-bin/comic.pl?comic=459


tired.. can't keep my eyes open. Goodnight...

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what a chore

Song of goodnes: I was going to say the Excel baka song but this other one just came on that I really like, so I'll have to go with: Lamb Gorecki :)

Dreams

Fist something about Easter. I found myself in a type of park. There were risers in the middle.. I think we were setting something up. People milled about. I found myself heading left, and entered a tent. The Dietz' were there. There was a lady painting faces, another doing colour charcoal portraits. She was currently working on a blond woman. James teased me and said that I should get one done to highlight my beauty or something. :P Some children outside started to sing Easter songs.

Some how I found myself inside in a room. There were four low, square tables. I was with some youth, dressed up as rabbits. We were supposed to give out Easter candy eggs and such. Some families with small children sat around the tables. I think I was some odd bunny costume. We passed out baskets and eggs and stuff. We were all happy because there were extras and we could eat them. One young father was upset and called me over to give his table stuff. I was faintly annoyed since it wasn't really my table. Either some people were skimping out and keeping their eggs or this guy just wanted extras. I reminded myself that I shouldn't feel annoyed or anything since I didn't really need to eat a gazillion chocolate eggs and that I should repair any misdemaners that were made by my coworkers. I *hopped* over carefully in some high heeled shoes with a cheesy easter bunny smile, and passed out some large eggs. I hope I never do that in real life.

The next part of my dream: For some reson i found myself back in my old house, renovated, in that really big room that James and I shared when were were little. This time it was bigger, and had all sort of strange electric outlets. James was over in the other corner on his bed playing with the window. I was with Wayne.. he placed a new computer on a light wooden dining table. I inspecte dthe strange plugs by my window... there was one at the top that was rectangular and have some thin flat bolts to slide in the sides. Waybe reached over to plug something in and I sai d"Daddy, no!" calling him up short. I then found something to fit in the rectangular plug and found that it controled the window.

The last part of my dream: It was a continuation of the recurring dream I have about being on a changing task force in the mountains. The one where a woman is playing a spy and trying to infiltrate a compound.. she drives up in her car and some guys in green army fatigues, rifles, and speaking a different language stop her. I thikn that they were wearing those black barrets. She claims to be arriving on behalf of one Dr. something. The army guys don't buy it and start to shot her car. She somehow drives away and arrive at our hidden base cabin unharmed. In this particular dream, I seem to be a young newbie that everyone watches out for and teaches stuff, silly stuff like a card game or the best way to interact with the different people. As if they want to entertain me. I think that I'm there just to learn and not activly participate in any missions. The attitude is very relaxed, as if no one is in any life threatening situations. I have the feeling that they are all playing a scenario game. Well in this part of the dream, the lady comes back unharmed. When asked, she tells the people ther that it was a 'no go' and that they'll have to try the doctor next. Someone else says that he is scheduled to arrive later that after noon. Back inside, the guy arrives. He teasingly says something about how he will have to move in with someone because I took his room. He then proceeds to show me the different silly disguises he plans to wear as a comical doctor. It was the same silly feeling that you get when you watch the clowns in that French Canadian circus, Circus of the Sun. He put on a red nose and a wig and funny face shape altering rubber.. big shoes ect... and then it all started to warp around. Hm.

360 degrees

Song of Goodess: Muse - Bliss

Dreams

I had some pretty nice ones. :)

The first thing that I can remember:
Somehow I was underground in what felt like a mall or a subway. I was waiting in front of an elevator. Someone was explaining to me why how the creator had made a mistkae and one of the elevators, while traveling on the horizontal plane to the right had blown up in Tokyo or something (Maybe they were Vulcans living in this complex in Little Tokyo?). I got on the elevator and traveled up with this person and some others to a living floor. The person explained that to make up for it, the creator made the elevators for the residents of Tokyo extravagant, and made everything else for them the best he could, and exclaimed that I had to see it. We got of at the living level, and I think I walked around a little before winding up at the doors to an 'extravagant elevator'. it was nice, carpeted in a deep red but I thought, 'hey this isn't that nice. It should be better.' So my imagination called up some pictures/plans of the other elevators with elaborate marble tiled floors with wood chairs in the four corners and end tables holding globes.

I looked at the other people in the elevator, there was a man dressed in a nice business suit and.. Jean! :) The man in the elevator got out on a level, and I saw him approach a secretay at a desk as the doors closed. I greeted Jean, she was traveling to work at some international business in an internship or something. The elevator traveled on and te walls changed to glass.

We ended up overlooking a several story high entrance center. It was gorgeous with marble floors and column fountains with plants scattered all over. Some attandent desks were off to the side away from us, and to our left were several platform areas connected with stairs to a balcony level. The elevator lowered to the ground floor and as we got got, Jean said her goodbyes and left with a smile and a wave.

I turned to the interlocking platforms and traveled up a mini-maze to the top balcony. It was a lovely library. I passed some people reading an important newspaper and some students researching stuff. For some reason I spotted my Grandfather with some VIPs who were in charge of stuff on their way to a meeting and I waved. I then bounced around acting like a total blitz. Somehow I ended up on one of the higher levels in the middle of a crowd of girls. They were waiting either for a Harry Potter book signing or maybe for Miyavi to sing to them or something. I wasn't too excited. Then I think I woke up.

Yay! :)

Music of Goodness: Bill Whelan's Riverdance

Today was a good day. :) We came early to my orthodic doctor's office, so we dropped by a nearby music store. I guess that they sold used CDs or something because I managed to get three CDs for under 20 dollars. :) I now happily own Bill Whelan's Riverdance - Music from the Show ($6), The Prince of Egypt Soundtrack ($5), and "Music from the Motion Picture City of Angels". Yay!

*hops around to her riverdance soundtrack* I love this music. :) It makes you want to dance around and stuff.

Anyways, I have to go back and get my Orthodics covered in leather in about 2 weeks. Right now they have a funny rainbow splattered pattern on them. I'm not allowed to run in them yet. :( But I'm happy that I finally got them. :)

Music, running, a couple new visitors to my Website, and some updated fanfiction to read. A good day, indeed. ^_^ The only thing that would make it better is if Jess-chan came on and talked to me. ^_-

dun feel so well

Song of Goodness: Muse - Stockholm Syndrome

I have a stomach ache. :(

Anyway, so on his way to work my Stepdad remembered that today was my orthodic appointment and turned the car around...

I guess I'll be getting them finally. :) Yay!


The Sister Missionaries came over for dinner yesterday. :) We played a bit of Bibleopoly. Fun.



I spent all day yesterday working on my website. It looks really good now. :) I also browsed some Miyavi and Vegeta p*ctures. I'm so upset that I can't find my favourite Miyavi ones. Wah. His company asked everyone to take them down. :( Someone's website was called "angst in pretty dresses" or "pretty angst" I can't quite remember. It was fitting. I also learned that I really hate Search Engines.


I IMed Mathew Rose yesterday by accident around 4 am. :} We spent some time reminiscing about the time we spent in Outpost10F a few years ago. What great fun.


I then browsed a site with some POA images and the new characters. http://www.geocities.com/zozalee/index.html
She had a link to what looked like a real review of the POA movie (a screen test viewing). Check date 2/24/04.


Augh. But now I have a stomach ache. Wah.



A broomstick down the throat angst moment: A theory I've heard several times (but reread last night from the YahooGroups Magical World of Harry Potter), that when Snape looked in the Mirror of Erised he saw nothing. That his greatest desire was not to exist.

I should draw that.

lol

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Dreams

Odd dreams


I visited Natalie M. at her ver nice house where she lived with her family. I went upstairs to her room and knocked on her door. She opened it, a little surprised to see me but let me come in. I immediately walked over to the far left wall, where a liter of kittens were and cooed over them.


Later, I was at my house.. perhaps preparing for a party? I was upstairs and all of a sudden. Natalie and her friend came in. they were very tall and for some reason, felt that they both needed to take showers and change into some of my better clothes. Nat's friend took one first, and Nat lead me to find a game and then we went in the big closet and climbed up to the top of it. We balanced on pillows on the bar while we played the game. Weird.

nothing yet

Song of Goodness: Muse - Endlessly

Nothing written yet, but I managed to waste a lot of time on my website.

And browsing other blogs... gacked from http://noruipessea.envy.nu/



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ex post facto

looking back at what I wrote.. I suppose some interesting stuff happened enough in my blog today...

uh

Song of Goodness: TM Revolution - Engraved on the Moon
Not really a song to fit my mood but I just started to listen to it and I like it. It has chimes that remind me of Futurama's theme song. Apparently TM Revolution is some kind of huge pop star in Japan or something. I have to look into this matter further and research a bit. So far, the sound seems kind of light/happy to me. Like a super happy exercise music. If you want another song by this artist(?) think the anime Rurouni Kenshin's end song, Heart of Sword.


Well nothing going on today.

I was thinking about writing a little today. Seems like a good idea to me. Last night I was reminded of my "Queen of the SeaDragons" dream and I wanted to paint a picture... I keep getting urges to do something with that dream, like write a book or make several pictures but I'm still confused as to what happened in the middle of the dream and would like to sort it out first. It was a rather.. mysterious colors swirling mystery fantasy curious dream.



I'm puzzling over how my stepdad always buys so much food at the wrong times. I suppose that we eat kind of like on cycles. For one day/week/month all I want to eat is chicken soup or salad or cheese or brocolli (James) and (James' words:) by the time he gets enough brocolli I've moved on. And then we're stuck with all this brocolli that no one wants to eat. Hmm..

Our fridge is stuffed.

My Dad would get mad if 'we kids' wasted 1/4 of a box of cereal by not eating it before it went bad.. meanwhile in Michiganville, we got 5 boxes that no one plans on eating.. we'll probably only get rid of them when/if we ever move. I shouldn't be this harsh but we had 1/2 box of Trix that I finally threw out after sitting in the cupboard for months, probably since before I left for LHU, a few weeks ago. It was replaced, and in an act of desperation for cereal (I don't even like Trix!) I actually opened it and had a bowl. Today, another new box of Trix was added to the cupboard, even though the old one's still there and has been half full for some weeks now. I dunno, maybe Wayne has some fond memories of Trix. Maybe he's been eating some too.. I know he never eats breakfast and I've never seen him with a bowl of Trix.. hmm..

And my mom and stepdad left for the office supply store. I would have liked to go, but they didn't offer and they were out the door when I noticed them leaving and maybe they want some alone time, or are getting me something. So I didn't say anything and just got on this comp.

I finished a chocolate pudding pie earlier. I cut up a banana really thin and placed it between the pudding and cool whip. I'm interested in what they say when they bite in and find banana, I don't think anyone saw me put it in. Mom really likes the graham cracker/pudding combination. I'm not as crazy about it, but I hate wasting food. Oh well. I hate having all these deserts in the house that no one eats. I'm just going to let mom eat the majority of this one.


I need to watch what I eat. Yesterday I had a vegetarian mexican dish and I was fine, if not still hungry. Then I had some of that Rice-a-roni and part of a steak and I felt sick afterwards. Hmm..


Dreams

I ran them through my head 3 times before getting up. I forgot them after stuffing/reorganizing the fridge but somehow I managed to rejolt my memory. I think that I remembered the main parts:


First I was working.. I think at some kind of Women's organization.. it felt like Relief Society only there were folders everywhere. Somehow I got roped into going through some folders at a desk, then somehow I found myself in charge of some kids on the opposite side of the room. I took their folders and I don't rememebr what I did.. I think that they were sitting on a table... either I was teaching them a Sunday class, giving them future technology medicine/shots, placing them in foster homes, or giving them bubble baths by blowing bubbles. I really have no idea. I remember after the others left a little girl came in and I worked/played with her for awhile. She had fun and was happy. I still remember the folders though...


We were looking at a house, at first it look predominatly yellow but when I came closer and walked to the right i realized that the house was actullay painted in a different primary color on each plane (think geomentry guys!) I then noticed the pickup truck painted in a similar manner. I wanted to buy the house but the people i was with (prob my faimly) didn't like it.

I remember thinking and looking at the house and the other house to the left and how the kids of the family living here would move in next door too and create a really cool clubhouse.. I just invisioned the outside but felt somehow that they would knock out on of the floors and then the semi-8 yr olds would place ina gravivty generator and trampoline and strange imaginary friends from other planets and have a blast.


Then somehow I was in a photography class with a teacher who was a woman that reminded me of Mrs. Rawling (my 10th grade Concert Choir teacher, she was so funny! but you never knew how much you could get away with..). We had a project to do with a partner, taking photographs of something that was athestically pleasing. Carl, Alysa, Mike and I somehow ended up together and we planned on taking the small jet plane to take pictures of the surrounding area from the sky. Carl was my partner and I think he was the one who informed me that there was a little plane and that we planned to take it. For some reason, I felt as if we were rushing through this project, as if either we had to turn it in late or something. Anyways, I thought about the NASA stuff for a bit and thought about all the scenery and cool places we could take pictures and somehow i found myself in this noisy plane a hundred feet in the air. Maybe I felt as if the thing was rushed because we were sneaking the plane out, or only had a small alotment of time/fuel. Hmm.. Anyways, I was looking at everything to see if it would be amazing enough to take a picture of.. I was worried that we may not be able to take a second pass over the stuff I was looking at, or that the lighting would change. I remember looking at the way a pine tree and a water tower and a radio tower lined up and I was going to take a picture of that, but didn't quite get the shot I wanted... I don't remember much but we ended up too close to the ground and as we were gliding through a parking lot, about to pull up, a black SUV came out of nowhere and we accidently landed.. maybe we had ran out of fuel. I was kind of disappointed as were the others but they were all like, "Oh well". We split up and I took my camera and papers and followed Alysa to the food area to order a Caeser salad.

tired

ho hum.

Nothing going on.. getting back my collection of "The Pillows" songs.

I just signed up for Google's new mail system. Apparently it is searchable. I've directed some of the Yahoo! Groups I'm a member of to send their messages to my new e-mail to test it out.

Random Stuff

I love The Pillows

I really dislike Netzero and how it keeps quitting on me and crashing my computer, forcing me to restart the computer to turn the internet connection back on.

I now like Mr Goodbars.

Doo bop de whoop

Song of Gooness: Bobby McFerrin - Discipline

Well last night my family and I went to a retired couple's home for dinner. :) They were so thoughtful. We had lots of vegetables and various Vegan friendly food. Afterwars we played two games: some Manhattan building game and a Family Info game. I liked playing the Building game; Wayne won (yeah typical, he works in apartment managing:P) but I got second place. The Family info game was.. well not my cup of tea. :) I like trivia games more.


So lately, I've just been working on my little webpage. I came up with a fairly okay name for it and made a neat graphic for the entrance. Yay me! But now, I keep coming up with more things to do. Why do I have to be such an over-achieving person?

Two nights ago I explained the basic plot of StarGate: SGI to my mother. She said that she may be able to like the series now that she knows what's going on.

My orthodic's appointment was rescheduled for next.. Tuesday I think.

Made myself some Oatmeal today, and it wasn't the quick minute kind. Hmm.. and I have a headache today. Kind of like a barometric pressure headache. I'm gonna go take some Tylenol Sinus.

What a boring day, it may get better. I think we have plans to go to Blockbuster and rent some movies. I'm going straight for the anime. Ghost in the Shell sounds good.. Yoko Kanno wrote music for it.

Sorry, couldn't resist

You're in Ravenclaw!


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Freak

Song of Goodness: Kenna - Sunday after You

So, the appointment to pick up my orthodics was once again canceled. This was the fifth time we had to reschedule, I think. I wouldn't mind except for the fact that we keep having to wait an extra week or two when we reschedule and it's been taking months to get these dumb things so I can run. Gah.

I'm just.. I dunno. Tired and I have no idea what I'm gonna do.


On another note: I've decided that I really like most of Kenna's songs. Everyone should recognize Hell Bent, but I especially like Free Time and I'm Gone. I'm thinking of making a list of all the Songs of Goodness.


I'm having problems coming up with a name for my HP Fanfiction list. I also have to make a Entrance pic. Hm. I'm not sure I'm spelling 'entrance' right...

Quote

"Sometimes you must hold the hand of your enemy, while hiding the one you use to draw the knife" -Ghost40

hot muggy rooms are best

Song of Goodness: Muse - Blackout


There are some things thatI have noticed about myself:

that I like hot, muggy rooms with the windows open in the spring and summer.

that the sound of a car horn is soothing (This quite surprised me yesterday, but that's what you get for living over a decade on a busy intersection).

that Pepsi, hot muggy rooms and chicken flavoured stuff reminds me of Dad.

that i love to have music constantly playing.

that the sound of wind, rain, birds and some insects is very comforting. :)


All in all, I must say that today I actually realized that I truly felt better in this area in Michican than I ever did in SC. Hmm..

Ahhhh!!

Ahhh!!! my mouth!

My mouth!

My Mouth is on Fire!


Those little oriental orange crackers are so.. misleading! They are almost bland at first but after a few moments.. Wham! Fire!

*fans herself*

splat

Song of Goodness: The Verve - Bittersweet Symphony

"No change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold
But I'm a million different people
from one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no"

lyrics from lyricsdomain.com



So I woke up with a sore throat.. kinda. It's in that are that you usually associate with some kinda gland.. well it's uncomfortable to swallow on one side. EIther I'm sick or I sucked on too many Vitamin C pills yesterday. More likely because I woke up thirsty and ignored it for some hours.



Dreams Nice this time but still scarey at places.
I'll rewrite these later.

Deaged James back in kindergarten - a misison to deage and join James's class. Class divided into groups, I was in the last one as I was new. The teacher kept going over the different Q names. The classes were divided alphebetaclly so that this class was almost wholely Q's. She kepted pointing out on the chalkboard of all the same shortened Q's to say that they were all promouned Quer. Like Puar only with an 'er. Weird.

presentation on stage, singing. Two other girls kept falling off the stage and I kept putting them back on. One boy was annoyed at me for doing that the whole performance. I told the teaher that it would have been better to stand on the revolving disc on the stage instead of in front of the curtains.

Watching after kids... Sacrament meeting in the back, sitting next to Wayne

Captured... passing hallways and a cell.. Dumbledore hinting of half a prophesy that he trusted no one but Snape to keep. Me grabbing the red tinsel off of Snape's wall and taking part of the prophesy that was taped facing the wall with masking tape. Draco(?) grabbed the other half.


Talking to Spirit ghosts.. listening to them and solving mysteries.
Winding up in California.. either with Relative or the people were someone I was trying to show the house too..
talking about the kids going somewhere
loooking at the pool..
talking/feeling a ghost there.

Deciding to listen to the thing... an associate wanted to join.. a boy, maybe college grad that was chubby but meaning well. Had a tape recorder. We jumped on the whale and the boy turned into a tape...

somehoe got out of the water later..

Ending up at the top of a busincess building in an office that had huge windows on one walls looking out. A lady was there drawing a diagram..

outside in the snow...
a boy with a huge deer with huge antlers
a girl with a huge bear(?) *I can't tell them apart or who was who

one night the deer attacked the bear...
taken away together and the girl's father had to cut the antlers off to get them out of the bear.
Somehow the girl married the boy but the boy died vengeful when the bear and deer died.

The girl, now woman was forced to travel the paths that the boy had gone through everynight.
The Forest spirits were vengeful as well... Walabou on stilts
One buck forgave the woman and traveled with her, protected her.
but the woman's daughter was untouched and unharmed by the spirits when they went out so the woman hoped that they would one day accept her.

Back to the drawing room. My mother was drawing out a lesson with big Q's. little q's don't loop and she was afraid that the people would laugh at her. I told her to just quit. Make a joke about ex-quiting or something...
A silouette of a toddler riding on a large buck as the woman walked next to them in the snow, the moon behind them.

I had something good to put here but I forgot

Song of Goodness: Tori Amos - Cornflake Girl

So today at around 9:30 am some investors are coming to look at the apartment. I have no idea why, perhaps to see 'what nice things apartments can turn into'? Well it's very annoying to have to clean everything for someone to look around at.

On related topics, as I was cleaning my closet, I finally found that black dress with all the nice green flowers and leaves on it. I also found all my missing hair brushes. Lovely. Also, as I was changing the sheets on my bed, I was very annoyed to see just how much of my hair ended up on them after I washed them. I'm shedding like a cat! Grr.. I dunno.. makes me thinks about going bald, or maybe getting nicer sheets? Or a dryer sheet that will collect fuzz? I think... that for now on, whenever I go to bed and my hair isn't wet, I'll braid it. Maybe that will help..

Snape is missing form the AskSeverusSnape yahoo group again. I'm waiting to find out the difference between a Charm and a Curse and where House Elfs originated from. One of the Slytherins wants to decorate eggs and throw them at some Gryffindors..


Dreams

Ick. The kind of dreams that I would rather just forget about...
Basically somehow I was visiting my Dad with James. We went up to his ap[artment and my sister was there, we were going to share a room as usual. :) Some things went on like any normal day and I have no idea why, but my Dad took James and I to some Gospel church... I remember sitting down in some long, tall, uncomfortable wooden pews and looking up to the front and seeing a choir and anticipating some great music. Unfortunately I saw that the choir was mosly old men. I knew that the music would probably not be very good since their choir had that off-balanced look.

So I decided to skip the sermon and somehow I ended up at my first highschool... it was a little bit more urban and the strange part was that it really wasn't my school at all. I meandered around with some people I knew, for some reason the track team from my SC highschool team was there with me. I stopped by some sort of desk (the kind that is like a wall with a hole cut out that is turned into a desk) and Asst. Coach Miri was there. She had some sort of list of all the track memebers and asked me to help pick out a Captain. I felt really bad because I didn't know any of the people on the list and the people that I liked years ago quit or something.

I ended up leaving and running around the school some more.. the sae people followed me around and we went down some stairs and I was like, "Isn't my school so much better than your school?" and everyone agreed. What really was strange that this really wasn't my school and I just kept going down the stairs. Somehow I ended outside on a hill next to some a big shed/outside room that held lawn equipment. my Dad came by in some old beat up pickup truck and asked me where I had been. I said around and as we drove away my Dad was a little bit mad becase he only had (I think) 3 hours left with me and those hours had to be spent driving me home. Then I felt really bad for running off and usiong up the time showing off stuff instead of spending it with him. Like we were supposed to do something really special and I spoiled it.

The last part of the dream.. I was stranded on some sort of Island with about 3 other people.. I wasn't myself but a different person and I somehow ended up sharing a house with this man. It felt as if we were either stranded on some horror island or we were on some reality show. Somehow we had to change rooms every night because each room went bad after one day (think Stephen King's story about the people who went into the past from an airplane and some round monsters came to eat everything) and I think at some point some insects covered us at night. Or maybe some honey fell on us.. I have no idea. It was weird. The other couple had to share a house with each other too.

3 pm and I'm already tired

Song of Goodness: Tori Amos - Ode to the Banana King

Well let's see...

today I walked over to Walgreens and bought some Jelly Bellies, an egg dying kit and some wonderful lipgloss. Strawberry Wet and Wild version. It smells so good. :)

The Jelly Bellies are for the bag of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans I'm going to make and send to my best friend, Kelly. She loves HP as much as I do... she bought every book and listens to the audio books. She was lecturing me on how to say Hermione as soon as she found out how. All I need to buy is a new box of the commercial Bertie Botts and mix all them together and send them. The commercial box is tiny and is like 1/5 Vomit flavour. lol. There really shouldn't be that many in such a small ratio. So I decided to create my own and send them. :) Kelly thought that it was a marvelous idea. I actually have a box of the Vomit flavoured kind but I think they are a litle bit old and I don't want to send stale jelly beans through the mail.. I'll have to make my own bag and box to put them in.

The egg dying kit is for me. :) We didn't dye any eggs this Easter but I wanted to so I just went and bought it half off. I like hard boiled eggs a little bit.. I never eat the yellow part. When I was little I thought that it smelled and looked funny and of course, the yellow part is the baby chick part so I've never been able to actively eat that part. I always take the yellow mush out and wash the white part out before eating it.


I just spent the better part of an hour scrubbing the bathroom. My mom does not know how to clean. After 20 min of scrubbing soap scum out of the tub, I asked her if she actually ever scrubbed that part off when she says she's going to wash it. She responded saying how much stronger I am than her, which means, no she only lightly rinsed it. Grr. My arms are going to be sore tomorrow. And I'm annoyed that we don't have a proper cleaner like Scrubbing Bubbles because she claims that she doesn't want James to have an allergic reaction... too much babying going on here.

And now I'm wet, and covered in that dry green cleaning powder stuff, and tired. So I'm going to bed. Only now I feel bad about using the sink I just spent 20 min scrubbing to wash my face in.

This is why I never clean. :P

skilled at making covert conversation

Song of Goodness: Yoko Kanno - Nowhere and Everywhere

One of the reasons why I like to read well writen stories about Snape, Malfoy, Slytherins in general, and other good speakers (Spock!) is their "skill at making covert conversation". A way of implying certain things and putting other things delicately. Dexterity of saying precisely what they mean in the most concise way possible (it really irritates me how my mom always misses this! She always changes everything I say around! Gr.). And I love spotting word traps... things you say just to manipluate another person (Evasive manuvers!) into forgetting what they are really after... changing their motives.

like annoying someone so that they become exasperted and leave the table fuming, and totally uncaring about what they had originally wanted to know.

I used to be quite skilled at that one, without even knowing that I was doing it on purpose..
of course now, I have neither the oppurtunity nor the desire to do so. Hmm.

Hear what I mean, not what I say.
And I'm such a novice, a baby at communication.

[In case anyone was wondering what brought that little rant up- I just read chapter 11 of Mirriam Q Webster's Harry Potter and the Long Summer.]

gacked from Jess-chan

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Cure:	acupuncture
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Dreams

Lots of dreams again but I can't remember them all...

First part.
Somehow I was stuck in some rich guy's house.. like a mafia guy or something. I think I was a hostage or kidnapped or something. There was a women there who welcomed me, said I'd like it well enough and then stretched out like a cat and invited me to the pool. I was going to change into a swimming suit and go swimming (I was thinking if it was only me and the lady I could wear a bikini woohoo!) only I walked into a huge locker room. And I couldn't find my locker. And then somehow all these people showed up and one of the corners turned into a hardware/outside store. I was very put-out that I would have to share the pool with everyone.

and then I guess I was back in school again.. it felt like elementray school and high school mixed into one.

I was playing soccer in gym class.. Bobby was there and afterwards we worked on some sort of computer assignment. My computer went a little haywire and messed up as it always does and as I was restarting it, the part about baseball was displayed, albeit fuzzy (it was a short video clip of someone pitching or something and it was repeating over and overagain) and Bobby Th*mps*n said, "Stephen, look at that! You can't let her have a better presentation about baseball than you!" hehe.. he was impressed but annoyed. Hm.

A different part.
It was a cross between my brother James and my sister... I was trying to take a toy or something away and was being really forceful. This one really bothered me, as we were wrestling and somehow I ended up smacking a bare bum. I wonder what this means.

three dimensional viewer

Song of Goodness: Barenaked Ladies - When You Dream

What I love about vrml.

I always wish that I could create that beautiful, serene look and feeling with vrml. I've seen many creators do it and it's so gorgeous.. it's the same feeling that this song When You Dream invokes.. the visual feelings you get during the peaceful quiet times in the LotR movies..

tranquility

and the feeling of soft, bright, gentle, creamy colors

MMmmmm..

I really wish to someday make a beautiful serene castle sanctuary.

It's difficult since my creations always come out boxy and too severely colored.. too dark.

Perhaps one day I'll be able to create it.. and then the feeling will be soo intense that I will sit and look, and feel and become lost.. maybe I'll be so lost in the moment that I'll stop breathing

and die

A lady teaching a lesson today had tremors in her arm...

all I wanted to do was go to her, kneel at her feet and massage it away...

I'm 'Kirking' you

James: "Ah! They didn't get the Zesty kind! I specifically asked for them!"
Me: Hahaha! (When I asked for Regular, they got Zesty and we both know this.)
James: "What must I do?"
Me: "Maybe put a 'Zesty' sticker on them to keep me from eating them..." *EG*
James" I just might.."


James: "Rah!" *He puts his hands together and pretends to pound my back*
Me: "What are you doing?"
James: "I'm Kirking you!" *a pretended jump kick and he rebounds to the floor*
Me: "What?!?"
James: "You know, what James T Kirk does... haha.. When diplomacy fails, it's Kirking time!"


So when I gave my mom a brief summary of what my dreams were of last night she said that it wa just a manisfitation of my inquisitive nature. ["You never really figure out what happens, right? Just like real life, no on can ever answer anything to your satisfaction".] She also thinks that they show that I still want to go to Star Fleet Academy and become a scientist. Hmm..

cookies are yummy

Song of Goodness: The Wrens - Happy
Interesting song. Lots going on...

The Dream Team

So, the earliest I can remember: I had moved somewhere west.. perhaps California or North Dakota or somewhere.. it was not anywhere near the ocean. I think I was going to college there or something. I think that I was on a school basketball team, I clearly remember running around in a gym and passing balls around and sweatbands. I think that we traveled to some sort of outside tournament... I rememebr sitting in bleachers and grass... thousands of people around me were dressed up in vibrant colors and holding hand made signs. I felt kind of like those big cheerleading tournaments only I think it was football. I talked to some girl people I knew... I think I bragged at how some big basketball players from Michigan and New York if placed on the same team would extinguish any competition. I went all out, saying this guy can 'slang term' this guy with his hands behind his back. I was wuite surprised that I knew all this. My real self expected to get beat up but the people I spoke to seemed to except it and were slightly impressed.

Scene change. I went to work in a mall at The Bath + Body store. I had the little apron thingy and everything. Not very crowded. At the enterance one of my friends walked in with her date. She was in her early 20s, black and had one of those cute poof ball hair-dos. Her date was a sticky young man who like maybe Scottish. They kinda reminded me of a younger, hipper version of Uhura and Scotty from Star Trek. I felt that this wasn't the type of store that they both would appreciate so I turned it into a music store. The apron disappeared and I no longer worked there. I approached my friend, they had gotten into some sort of disagreement and the guy left. Worried that my friend was upset, I decided to walk her back home. We walked through the mall to one of the exits, this exit was lovely with a glass ceilingand outside. I suppose that the mall and the place we wanted to go was connected with a path or something because it was very close. The ground was covered with snow so I couldn't really tell. We walked around a large mound of snow (a mountain!) towards our hidden destination. The snow mound now hid the mall the way it had hid our destination before. Around us, it looked as if we were stranded in the middle of nowhere with only an entrance before us. Perhaps a temp fortress. A (ice?) wall made out of ice bricks stuck together in front of a white dome opening. The concrete ground and shallow steps before it had been shoveled off but still were dusted with snow. The sun was disappearing and it started to flurry. A young guy at the top of the ice wall called out to us. I had a feeling that he was on our side and just wanted us inside quickly.

I wanted us inside quickly but my friend had spotted a moving blue bundle on the steps. She picked it up. It was a little baby boy. Needless to say, she was very happy and rocked it in her arms. I was feeling a little anxious and tried to encourage her to enter. She somehow produced a bottle and fed the baby, cooing to it. Somehow I guided her inside. We were in a darkened hallway. In front of us was a doorway leading into a brightly lit room with people in. I coaxed to go into it, sickbay I knew. We had to report this new occurance. The room was large and lit kinda yellowish. The walls looked like they were made of cinderblocks. Tables filled the room holding plastic crates of records. A young taskforce team sat on the nearest tables on the left, still in their green camo uniforms and joking loudly.

On an area on the wall on the left was a medical area. Equipment and clear windows covered the walls and a doorway lead further into more medical rooms and an office. A young doctor in a blue lab coat finished with a member of he taskforce and he joined his mates. She then walked over to us. She reminded me of a young Dr. Beverly Crusher from TNG. "Ah, another one? Just put it over there." An assistant came over and took care of my friend and the baby. "That's the __ number this week!" A young Riker came into the room to check in. He even had a beard. "How's little TJ doing?" he asked and looked into one window that showed a baby in a yellow terry cloth outfit, complete with cap on a diagnosis bed. He checked in and then left saying that he had a meeting to get to. The Doctor had a anxious, tired, perplexed look on her face and she told her assistant to finish up for her. I follwed her out of the room and into the darkened hallway. We turned right, further into the complex. There were no windows. As we walked, we started to speak about that was going on. I got the impression that I was her friend and that I was more than an Ensign but below a Commander.

I recalled that our ship had gotten stranded here and how in a conversation with one of the people of the planet, he had goofed up and when we mentioned one of our scans he had said that there were 700 more of something than there should be. I suspected a Plot. I was immediatly worried when the Doctor said that she was going to do a study and visit the top surface. As we walked light beams over head appreared and became more numerous the deeper in we traveled. I wanted to warn her to the possibility of danger and perhaps being pulled into the same problem that Riker and my friend had but before I could express myself properly, a couple of girls joined us. I got the feeling that Crusher was popular. It was this time that I noticed that I was still wearing a very heavy coat, carried a big shopping bag and was kneeling on a hover tray*. Knowing that my manuverablity was limited in such conditions I immediatly tried to get off the tray and get it to carry my stuff instead. When I tried to drape my coat over it, it shot to the ceiling. Someone made a funny comment about fur or something that I didn't get and when I asked about it, they pointed up at the hover craft. I was slightly embarrased to note that it had a black and shinny fur covering. I spotted a leopard print on the left side and a cow one on the right. I was resigned to the fate that I would have to maintain physical contact with the tray if I wanted it to obey me easily. I noticed that by this point that our group had attracted several more girls and that our party had grown to about 7 people. I squashed any feelings of jealousy that they were taking away the time I had to talk to Crusher with their little silly gossip talk. The hallway was warm and well lit by this point. The floor was carpeted. We turned left. I noticed that Jean and Kim (from Paramus who was in my math class.. wore glasses had an upturned nose and wore cool colorful clothes..later seeen at lhu) were in the group. I was glad that Jean was in the group and I felt as if she was just as worried as I was about the Plot. Kim was on a pair of crutches. Suddenly a group of guys (a soccer team?) ran through our group and left us a little bit annoyed and disoriented.

We traveled a little bit further to a lift (elevator) and pressed the button to call it. We entered it, and I think I brought the tray in with me. The life was spacious and easily held all of us comfortably. I wanted to talk to Crusher again and try to warn her but I was hesitant to do so in front of the others. We traveled up to the top floor and somehow, in all the hussle and bustle not everyone was able to exit the lift. I was dismayed that along with Jean and I was unable to exit the elevator before it started to close. I hoped that Crusher would wait for me before exiting the building. I felt that it was crucial that I see her off. Kim had left her crutches in the elevator when she was swept out earlier and one leaned against the elevator back wall while the other was on the floor. The elevator started to move back downwards and I hoped that it wouldn't go far. I was very upset that it then traveled all the way down to the 20's. It would take forever to make it all the way back up and Crusher would be long gone by then. At level 22 the doors opened. A guy dressed up in mine outfit entered. Kim's boyfriend I thought. He knodded hello and picked up the forgotten crutches, I suppose he recognized them. I turned towards the doors to see if any of the people in the pandemonium outside them would enter as well. A lady with her pooch looked at me as if she was waiting for permisison to enter. I suppose my look gave it because she entered and then the doors closed again.

I hoped fervently that he elevator wouldn't make any more stops or travel up and down before I got back up to the top. If I got back up quick enough, i might be able to run outside and catch up with Crusher, to make sure that she would be alright. Then I woke up.


*levatation is a reoccuring theme in my dreams. It is surprising but not unexpected to find myself floating around somewhere. I usually try to end it as soon as I notice, so as not to get caught. Generally, it is something that is produced in a higher, fuzzy state of mind and I have not produced such a state on purpose since I was a child. As such, it is difficult to control in my dreams and produces some anxiety.

book writing..

So my mom is writing a book... she wanted me to give her a list of the major genres in music. I think that my brother and I were able to impress on her the complete impossibilty of doing such a thing. It turns out that the character in her next book is a pianist that has amnesia and can't rememebr what type of music she likes. My mom goes on to say that she wants her to go on a computer and listen to all different tpes of music or something. The more obscure, the better. I couldn't manage to contain myself and I laughed outloud. The only way you manage to discover 'obscure' music worth listening to is from friends... type anything in any serach and all you get are ads for popular music. People in chat room rarely answer you directly if they don't know you. An example of this: the other day I entered an 'Indie' chatroom in Soulseek. I wanted to find a good song to listen to of Middle eastern or Indian origin. I asked if anyone knew of one.. they ignored me and kept talking about I don't even know what it was about. After 30 minutes I changed my question to ask them what their favourite song was.. still no answer. At this time I gave up since they could have responded to me and I wouldn't be able to tell if it was a song title, a comment to another person or a rude comment.

So I decided that I could just gather up all my CDs up and explain the different music styles that I have collected. On one of my Random CDs, I explained Eminem and how good I thougt he was. Maybe she wanted to noticed how much I respected him as a 'musician' and wanted to have the same because the next thing she said was that she could rap too. Parents often do silly things. James and I said she was silly... I knew that she wouldn't understand anything a rapper said, let alone able to produce her own. I then proceeded to recite one of Enimen's lines in My Dad's Gone Crazy you know the one that goes what do I gotta do to get through to you to show you that there ain't nothing i can't take this chainsaw to?.. and told her to repeat it. Needless to say, she butchered it, adding words, repeating others and using correct grammer in an attempt to recreate the rhythm. As James and I laughed she then stated that she had no rhythm. It's ok, I forgive her. Everyone thinks that they can rap. I'll be the first to admit that I cannot.

I then proceeded to show her examples of music that she normally did not listen to. By that, I mean everything I listen to that isn't Classical, Hildegard, Celtic or The Beatles. After listening to some Spanish music, she complained of a headache and a stomach ache. I'll admit that I was slightly amused. I then played some soul, R&B, and rock. She likes some rock. We ended with Yoko Kanno, who she said created songs that were variations of other famous classical stuff, and that she was good at soundtrack type music. Grr.

I get the feeling that she thnks that I should go into a music career.. she keeps hinting about how my brother and I should create a band together (done already, White Stripes!) and how if I listen to music all day I should get a job at a record company and get paid for it (yeah right). How I could be a back-up singer for Enya or join an early music group...

GRR!

I was so freakin mad a minute ago.. as with any strong emotion, the moment I looked at it, it disapated.

I had posted a dream post but Stupid*kicks*dumb Netzero had disconnected and when I clicked the post it was all lost. Grrr..

I'm too lazy to type it all out again... three paragraphs lost! It was about shopping in a grocery store with my family and one of my mom's friends. We got into the cars and the old car that I was in with my stepday.. well we drove through a movie theater! I mean indoors on a carpet. The light at the left was red so we had to wait for it to change. I really wanted some sugar so I looked up at the concession sign and hinted that I wanted some kind of icecream.. I picked really fast because I didn't want to make us miss the light... so I ordered a soft, droppy vanilla icecream cone, that was supposed to have red and blue mist sprayed on it but had solid dye inside instead. We drove off but I thought, that should have taken too long and I should have been left behind so the dream changed. I got left behind.. the car disapeared and I discovered that I was sitting in a boxy brown leather armchair and my left wrist was handcuffed to it. I threw out the yucky icecream, I didn't really like it, dismissed the girl that gave it to me earlier (I noticed that she was wearing a dress and that I was too.. only a bit more Sundayish). I traveled up some hallways, opened some doors while hopping/dragging the armchair... finally found some missionaries in a meeting with their stake president or something and blacked out. Weird.

At the time, finding myself handcuffed to a chair didn't overly bother me. In retrospect, it bothers me a lot. Really a lot.

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Did I mention that I bought a Muse CD the other day? More like my brother went to the mall and brought me back it. hehe.. It's Muse - Absolution and the inside cover art is crazy. Too many words used as backgrounds and art woven into the displayed lyrics.

Harry Potter angst pain...

Forgive my redundancy and unskillfullness in the usage of the English language... the best way to become a better writer and communicator, is to practice and I'm afraid that I have quite a bit of practice to go...


I watched a few short scenes of 'Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets' on TV today and I was thinking about this... there must be two totally different aspects, sides, dimensions to Harry Potter. The first side is that Sugary-goodness that is happiness and adventure swelling inside you, a child-like joy and pure delight. The feeling that says, See, they belong together, they're friends and could never come apart, their safe and protected'. That the good grownups have nothing but love for the children and would comfort them, rock them to sleep from nightmares and would never let the bad guys prevail... like so many other childrens' books and adventures... candy adventures. The first two movies, and probably the third also, give off this magical side feeling.

The second side is that darker dimension of good intensions, real-life, tragedy, the failings of humankind.

_{To err is human...}

This part is the darker dimension. It is made up of twists and turns and utter tragedy and angst that creates that ^{itch inside that makes you want to impale yourself on a broom.} This is the part that was so obviously there in the third, fourth and fith books... sticking up in your face like a sign if you noticed. If you looked. This is the part that made you feel suffocated in the helplessness of it all to help, the stupid mistakes that had such profound effects. Life. The part that is expounded upon, and only explorered fully in fanfiction... The thousands of 'what-if's and 'could've-beens' all combining to create a type of mental asphyxia in their sheer number and repercussions. This side is full of theories and plots covered up by the goodguys, who we find aren't really good... fics exploring what was hushed up or only brushed over in the novels... (Daddy's Favorite)

The dark side. Where grown-ups play. No unicorns or pixies frolick here, this side is full of murder and torture and smut. Where the consequences of adventures and getting caught are truly explored and everything falls apart. Where everything that can go wrong, does. And it hurts to see the characters struggling through despair and hopelessness. And it hurts, it hurts, it hurts and ^{where's that broom!?! ..}

Severus Snape... a character that no one truly knows yet portray with a hundred different personalities, least of all human. And you wonder... why did he turn to Voldemort? What type of emotion and phychological pain did he endure to make him who he is. ("That werewolf almost killed me... I almost died and nobody cared!...") What type of abuse and neglect? ("And Yet He Flinched" other Fics: 'He swore to himself that he would never harm a child.. he would never be his father.') Is he really a redeemed spy grieving for his past mistakes, crimes, and atrocities, shunned by the very people he risks his life for? (Harry keeps suspecting him as a spy in canon; Fic:The Birthday Present Sirius gave him door-rights only, the right to enter but not partake of any food, or rest at Grimwald. Kretcher leaked the beans to Narcissa, and in turn Voldemort:'why did it have to be Him who gave the respect and gratitude and comfort he deserved..) Pushed past the breaking point by two Masters: Dumbledore and Voldemort? Sentenced to all sorts of tortures and submissive acts to prove his loyalty to Voldemort. A trial after Halloween 1981 is mentioned; was he interrogated by Aurors who's families had been raped, tourtured and killed by Death Eaters, who wanted some way to get revenge (Once a Death Eater, always a Death Eater... even if he was a spy for the light, no one to help, they'd all look the other way..). Even now is he played with by Voldemort even though they both know he had turncoat? But maybe we're all reading into this too much and he really is just an uncaring sadistic git who is just trying to end up on the winning side by being on both... he may even turncoat again, literally stabbing Dumbeldore in the back (once a traitor, always a traitor...)

and then, of course, the full degration of the characters...

But what really hurts is that it the HP universe could never be candy adventures, and never was.

and Merlin, my eyes are soo tired I can't keep them open another minute and I'm falling asleep at the computer.. I've been up since 11:41 am Saturday...