Cooking to Hook up

Oh my gosh. This quiz is so accurate it's scary... all you need to do is add a little more of everything else and whala... me (which doesn't really say anything lol). Check out the other girls.

I am Progressive Girl (who wants an SUV, but feels really bad about it) Click on the picture below to read more (haha or just read below): Take the 'What Kind of Girl Are You?' quiz at CookingToHookup.com

Moderation in all things, excess in nothing. -- Epicurus

Imagine that the Girl Next Door moved to the big city. Think of Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally. She's America's sweetheart with an urban sensibility. She's a post-Christian spiritualist, a pre-Monica Clintonite, and a dues-paying member of at least one social-change organization like NOW, Planned Parenthood, or the Sierra Club. You won't find her at an Earth First or PETA meeting, though. Those are the Granola Girl's stomping grounds. Progressive Girls want the world to be a better place, but they live out their politics in a moderate, left-of-center way.

If you are going to date a Progressive Girl, the one sin you can commit is to be a chameleon. Molding your opinions to fit hers will lose her respect. One very positive thing you can do is offer her new experiences -- the Progressive Girl is fearless about trying new things. Whether it's pluralism, skydiving, Asian peanut sauce, or this book, the Progressive Girl is always looking for new ideas.

She Might Be a Progressive Girl if:

1. She drives: a small SUV but really wishes it got better mileage; once she can get a good hybrid, she will.

2. She can talk for more than ten minutes about: just about anything.

3. She begins her sentences with: "Susan Sarandon says..."

4. She'd never: pass up the chance for a new experience.

5. She owns any of the following: a water filter, a tabletop fountain, an acre of rain forest, a mutt from the pound.

Wanna know more about the Progressive Girl? We’ll tell you which CDs to play, shoes to wear, magazines to put on the coffee table, flowers to bring ... and of course, what to cook. Pick up a copy of Cooking to Hook Up.

Quizza LotR

Entish


To which race of Middle Earth do you belong?
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Quizza

My blog is turning out to be nothing but Quiz results and dreams.

You represent... hope.
You're quite a daydreamer and can be a hopeless
romantic. You enjoy being creative and don't
mind being alone at times. You have goals, and
know what you want in life... even if they are
a little far fetched.


What feeling do you represent?
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And yes, i have a Live Journal but I've never once posted a journal entry. 0_0;;

I post weird poetic stuff no one understands


why is YOUR livejournal annoying?
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Jan: *chokes*
Jan: oh the irony
Jan: i take out my Riverdance CD, which I was listening over and over again 36 times
Jan: maybe more
Jan: put in my 12 Girls Band CD for something new and...
Molly: Riverdance!
Jan: guess what!
Jan: I am now listening to Riverdance again
Molly: LOL
Jan: in an Eastern flair

Quizza!

You are a silly English Knnnnnniggit! Brave, loyal,
and (somewhat) chaste, you follow your leader
without question...even though you're not
really that smart.


Which Monty Python & the Holy Grail Character are you REALLY?
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You are a Lumberjack...with definite issues...


What Monty Python Sketch Character are you?
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weird dreams

I had the WEIRDEST dream last night...

It was centered on school.. I was at a school that was half a high school, half a postal/airplane service and partly a university.

I remember being there to preform in a concert or something... maybe sing a Riverdance song. It was so odd because there were people I knew from my first high school, as if I was in my first high school, but there were people from my second high school too.

I remember getting on a plane with these people and people from my HOL Ravenclaw forum.. the girl that runs the Alte newspaper thingy was there and we were all wearing our robes... the airplane didn't have any windows and I remember something about taking a quick trip.. we were somewhere like a snow peaked mountain or maybe we went to some forest cabin place too. I was with the HOL group but for some reason since I knew the other regular people I had to avoid them or they wanted to catch me or something.

The group got on an airplane to get back to the school, I remember that I had to be told to get on the plane by a Professor that was like Snape before I relented and got on the plane. The seats were more like the folding kind you see at church with the thick brown padding, and the inside of the plane looked more like the medium rooms in a building with the accordian dividers.

Hmm.. I remember something about being in the school and running through a boiler room, or maybe it was the cafeteria cooking room and the ladies there, while coarse, liked me even though I hadn't seen them for awhile and they let me run through even though they normally wouldn't allow anyone else to do it.

I remember running out of some double doors that normally the custodian only uses and Filtch was there with a Muggle mop and bright plastic rolling bucket. He was better kept in my dream than he was in the movie and he kind of gave a smile at me when he saw me and let me pass through his usually off-limits supply room.

I remember being blocked by some wooden walls.. they reminded me sort of a post office, only more stylish the way Americans think of British.. the walls were a dark wood and the tops overheard looked more like a railing... they didn't reach the ceiling as it was too high. I climbed over a few of them even though normal student weren't supposed to be able to do that.. I think I was running away from someone or maybe I was just playing around and avoiding the teachers... I was pretty sure that I was running away though because there was adreneline helping me vault to the top of the walls and climb over them.

A lady that reminded me of Madame Prince (the librarian) was sitting at a desk with an opening cut through on of the enclosed walls and she snorted at me as I broke the rules and vaulted away but didn't say anything and didn't alert the local authorities.

When I got to the ground I walked across the large room and peered through some double doors across the way- it was an autotorium I think full of people having a meeting. I remember moving to the over flow room and peering in, the people had moved to that room and were exaulting some paintings. I think perhaps that the painting they next held up was something I had created or knew the little boy who created it and I couldn't afford the attention because I'd have to say a speech or take something and then I'd get caught.

The caretaker, Filtch came to my rescue then and pulled out a painting that he had created. It was a gruesome thing, of hands covered in blood or maybe body parts but there was blood over the whole thing and the people lifted it high and said it was so good and then they lifted Filtch up over their heads and he basked in the praise but still he had saved me at the cost of his own... even if he had gained something from it.

I left from where I had been watched and walked back past the wooden walls, stopping at several television screens where people had congregated around. I think Lupin was there and mostly HOL students... they were searching for something in the screens, the very bright blue screens with colorful dots like old maps on games, and all the screens looked the same or similar.

Lupin said that they were looking for a misisng girl, or perhaps a downed plane and they had to find it, he asked me to help or maybe I just decided to go along and help.. I walked over to one of the screens on the right and climbed up on the black ledge, ignoring the girl who was nearby and looking at me curiously. I closed my eyes and reached my hands over the screen.. searching using some power they didn't have to find it... their need was dire but I couldn't find it... perhaps my power was failing me or I really didn't want to find her? I hoped for the second reason because the first was too horrifying to contemplate.

I think I then woke up.

There was also something about walking through some woods with a few/couple of people.. looking for a body perhaps under a bridge...

My brother gave me a cold, I'm so mad at him.

Anyways.. dreams.

Last night I dreamt that we had moved somewhere.. we have a big house but it wasn't new. The middle of the house was kind of either slightly below ground or surrounded by lots of other rooms. It felt very lived in bespite the fact that we had just moved in. For some strange reason, the missionaries were over as was Nat, a girl I used to know from church growing up. She was going to a church college around and there was some deal where she was to come over once a month. Strange that I wanted her to come and have fun. She didn't really speak or anything, and I had just moved all the couch sets downstairs in the basement where the video equipment and games were. I felt bad that the first level looked so bare and unwelcoming so I kept pressuring everyone to come downstairs cause it would be more comfortable but no one wanted to. Very odd. And so she spent a short time before someone came in and told her that her ride was here and she left and I hoped that she would stick to her promise that she would visit again, vowing that I would make her next visit fun so that she'd like to spend time with me.

I think the underlying emotion here is that I feared that I was seen as boring and unfun or something and not worth getting to be reaquainted with someone I used to know quite well, even if we were never friends. Odd that I would fear something like that as I am usually confidant in my coolness factor and usually make friends easily. It's probably a mixture of thoughts about how I don't know anyone where I live now and thinking that everyone I used to know has forgotten me, and how I've been thinking what it would be like if I visited, would they remember me even? Has everyone just moved on with their lives, having fun and doing more important things?

Quizzas

Is everyone joinging Nano (the national novel month website thingy) or is it just me?

Gacked from wreckplunderer's LJ, the author of the HP fanfic The Time of the Turning

You are the dashing but clueless........Will
Turner! The hero of the movie Pirates of
the Caribbean, your adventures include
getting wacked on the head, making deals with
nasty pirates, deciding whether or not you like
pirates, saving Elizabeth Swann, losing her,
and saving her again. Sounds fun!


Which side of Orlando Bloom are you?
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Your Animagus Form is a Cheetah!


Harry Potter:: What's Your Animagus Form?? (with pictures!)
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You're Most Like The Season Spring ...

Fresh faced, with a young outlook on life - you
smile at the world and expect it to smile back
at you. You're mostly a bubbly, fun - innocent
person. Described as cute possibly. However,
you're a little naive about things and tend to
be a little too trustworthy.
As the first season, It Makes you the youngest -
and so most immature - but people are inclined
to look out for and protect you.

Well done... You're the most fun of the seasons :)


?? Which Season Are You ??
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I actually think I'm more of a mix of winter, spring, autumn. http://quizilla.com/cgi-bin/result/list/list.pl

Dreams- HP on the brain

Dreams

As far back as I can remember,

First it was something about the Dursley's. I think that I was Harry with Draco and Snape and for some odd reason, we were all stuck at the Dursley's. Snape and Draco were very OOC like they had all gone through some harboring trial together. The Dursley's house was a lot different than it really was, and the three guys were in an empty room upstairs. They had been locked there or something while at the Durley's and had to spend the night there so they pulled out the bed, only to realize that it was not nig enough for all three of them, they pulled it uver to a desk so one of them would have to sleep on the desk. It was very odd in a sadish way.

Then there was something about a school, I was in a new school and somehow had new relatives who I didn't know. I rememember that I was wearing some interesting clothes, like maybe really big brown boots and a short skirt and a sweatshirt, standing out for what everyone else was wearing. I remember making friends or aquaintices with some girl's and something about lunch. I was called out of a language class to go see an administrator, who was also my new uncle or something. He seemed as if he was used to be given a hard time by kids. I waited in the hall until he was done with the student before me. When I sat down, he had a chicken sandwhich with lettuce, onions, ketchup, pickles ect on it and asked me what I usually liked on my sandwhich, ready to take off anything I didn't like to be the template of what I would recieve for lunch everday. His hands were seperating the onions, spreading them out because the fast food places always do a terrible job when putting anything together. I told him that it was fine the way it was but that I might not always eat it and I was about to go Vegetarian and I really needed whole wheat bread instead of the white patty.


Then there was something else... and then I was Harry in an orchestra. I had a violin in my hand and was playing, even though I have no idea how to play the violin- but it was magical. I think Dumbledore came in to be the conductor and I was a little frightened of him, of his power and how he wasn't what he showed the world he was... and then Dumbledore started telling some of the children playing instruments to leave because they weren't right.. but he never asked Harry(me) to leave, of course not because Harry was special...

And then I went to the next class, which was going to be taught by Professor Snape. It was usually taught by Professor Lupin outside because it was always magically sunny and warm outside during the day. I think that the student usually sat in groups in little tents, the first thing Snape did was banish the tents and arrange the chairs with magic to form straight rows. He told the students that he wouldn't be soft like Lupin and that he expected perfection ect, ect and started to teach the children about the subject which was not a usual Hogwarts subject. I think it was a class about insects maybe or maybe it was a DADA class only more involved than the ones in the books..

After class Snape told Harry about a deal they had and let a large spider out to bite Harry and draw blood. He then told him to be in his rooms the next day to hold up his deal. The next day, Harry came to Snape's rooms (which once again were a lot more different than they would ever be) and resolved himself to feed the spider like he said he would. In my dream, Harry could talk to spiders like he could talk to snakes. The spider he was to feed was actually the 'baby' one as Snape had two others, the parent spider and another child spider that was older than the baby that he fed other ways. Harry closed his eyes but very bravely reached out and let the spider land on his arm and crawl up so that it could bite him and feed. Some time later, maybe days when Harry came in to feed again Snape was no where in sight and Harry shaved a little circle on his arm so that the spider could get to his skin better.

Odd dreams.

bo bum be bum

Song of the day: The Strokes: I Can't Win

So we are finally in Atlanta, GA. Fun fun. >.<


Two nights ago I dreamt that I was on a coed HS basetball team for my 10th grade coach. I had no problems running but my muscles were so weak that every time I tried to throw or shoot I just tossed the ball a couple feet away. We all wore those oversized pinnys thingies. I think my bro was on my team I can't remember, but I know that people I used to play with were on it, like Betty.

Three nights ago I think I dreamt about an 800 relay. And other various stuff.

Four days ago I dreamt that I was in my middle school- turned high school and I was rushing around trying to get ready for a basketball game with my 11th grade coach and team. I couldn't find my school locker and by the time I got all my stuff together the team had already left and I ran out a side door, my coach was waiting there in a SUV and I climbed in. I then got one of those uncomfortable lectures about being prepare, being on time and actually wanting to be on the team. I tried to explain to her that I had never had to run from one side of the school to the other with so many books after school. >.<

Five nights ago I dreamt about volleyball. And other various stuff.

Last night I had an interesting dream. There was this woman who kind of reminded me of a novelist female character of Mary Margaret (KF:The LC). For some reason we were in this building, it was mostly empty and we were in one of the first story basement rooms. There was something about a dead body being covered with a sheet and no one was really distressed about it. I understood that it was some detective mystery at that moment so I rewinded back to a time when they were playing poker on a green velvet table in that room. The Woman was some kind of great poker player with a reputation. I fast forwared and found myself in the custody of some kind of army/scientific group. I was lead from outside into some kind of room with some stationary gas tanks painted red and some wide ladders. I was supposed to go do the ladder and stay underground in custody. I remember going underground and there were some medical people there. Somehow I and this other guy (a friend who reminded me of Mathew Rose or that guy who punched a wall) , who came to rescue me or was undercover in the base, managed to help find a different way out through some interesting obstacles. I remember that at least two people followed us and tried to catch us but didn't wish to harm us. They had energy weapons that looked like the kind the aliens use in StarGate SG 1. They didn't shoot at us and I remember climbing up a ladder to the top of a tall, flat thing and the trying to climb down the other side. I think that we were trying to get away before someone could do experiments on or interogates us.

Ho hum...

Music: Depeche Mode

Dream last night:

I made a super CD and I gave it to a teacher I used to have like my old Phych teacher and he had a classroom with a lot of plants on the third floor. I was just visiting or something so I gave him the CD (or maybe I was chekcing on it?) It was playing an Adiemus song and the song broke up so I checked it. It was in a star shape instead of a circle and it was falling apart. I think it was made up of unbaked, flat, dry clay. I remeber placing a broken bit (where the song was) back onto the CD and hoping that it would work long enough to listen to it.

Then there was something about a bus.

Then I was in CA with my family visiting my grnadmother at church. It wasn't really CA though... felt more like an alternate dimension. I remember some meeting and they were assigning callings or something and wanted to take pictures.. a shadow bulliten box on the wall had sugar (maybe peanut butter) cookies in different shapes for people to order for the Merrie Miss girl club thingy, I admired the first 3 or 4 (There was one shaped like an egg!) before I was pulled away.

I remember walking through some corridors and opening a door that lead to the outside, something about a barrel that I had to move in front of the door to close it but it didn't work or something.

HOL Sorting Hat

You have been sorted into Ravenclaw
Your score in the four houses
Gryffindor: 53 points
Hufflepuff: 64 points
Ravenclaw: 125 points
Slytherin: 44 points

dreams

Music for today: Adiemus


Yesterday I dreamt about flying... or maybe floating. I was in a new large house and I stayed up at night, floating. And then I traveled around the house and found my mom to prove to her that I could fly through air. I remember floating through a Star Trek styled aberetum (can't spell- Plant room with flowers). A slightly disturbing dream simply because I don't know how to really turn it on or off and I'm always afraid that I won't be able to stick back to normal gravity once I start, and that also that I wouldn't be able to get it to work ever again.


Last night I had some weird dream about the almost-teenaged boy who slide bettween realities (like the show Sliders). He picked up two friends and they landed in a reality (most were similar to his normal one) where he had died when he was younger and his parents didn't know who he was. His father saw him and his friends out on the front yard and invited them in and stuff and they talked and then he decided to drive the kids to school (which they certainly didn't want for a number of reasons: most notedly because they don't exsist at the school they claimed to go to.) I remember that they had planned to use some instant transportation device to go somewhere before the dad decided to drive them to school. Then off of a book of sets of characters the skunk or maybe the dog characters (there were about 10 of them in a set) somehow got selected and came down and made the kid's hair grow until he had this big brush of black hair on his head and most of his face... I remember that he wasn't happy that these guys had come by to bug him and he was scared that his Dad (who didn't really know who he was anyway) wouldn't recognize him as the kid from before. The characters were kind of 2d in a 3d world and floated around, calling him 'kid' or 'lil bro'. Weird.

Then my brain got all weird and there was something about coloring books... buying Precious Moment coloring books at the store with my mom and a bunch of other stuff I can't recall.

There was something about being in my old old house again... I think I pulled up the flat grey carpeting and loosened the bare wood rectangle around the left window... everything was surrounded by frames of wood. There was something about computers, and transfering Japanese music with Jessica, she gave me song a long time ago and I was giving it to her back without knowing that she had been the one to make it and such. Then there was something about Kelly, she saw me with my other friends and thought that I had other best friends, but I put my arms around her and said 'you are my dearest and bestest friend' and then everything was ok. I think I was preparing for a sleepover?

music music music

I love Rufus Wainwright.


He is so awesome. I love all his songs. :) I've been basically listening to nothing but for the last week.

past dream

Just wanted to write this down so I don't forget.


It was a track dream. I was back in SC with the old team, perhaps just visiting. I remember that they were going to do a replay race in a sort of club event.. it had lots of teams, but it all felt very 'practice-ish'. I remember sitting on a couch to watch the relay or something, or maybe I was talked into particpating without even knowing it? For whatever reason, the track wasn't on the track- it was on the track but when you came around the far side, you ran off the track onto the grass to complete a loop through the couch (passing the baton at the couch or something). Very odd. I remember that Arione had run off with the baton as 1st or 2nd on a 4x4 relay and she went to pass it to a new boy (he seemed like a middle school kid, maybe a small freshman?) and somehow someone passed me a baton! I guess instinct kicked in because I got up off of that couch and started running. I was a little surprised and unsure because I hadn't been sprinting in awhile and wasn't warmed up or anything but I gliding around the track and passed the new kid (which surprised some people >.<).

I guess I decided that I didn't want to simulate hitting the wall or the last 100 meters of an awful race because the next thing I remember was going to some sort of track banquet with 1st Sarge, some runners and lots of grownups in a very expensive calssy house. With chandeliers. Maybe we were just visiting? I rememebr some of those books filled with life savers rolls at the end, someone had them on a silver tray and someone else told me I could have some. It was interesting.

blah blah

We've just been packing and stuff lately. Planning to move to Georgia in a few weeks I think.

Not much has been going on. I've mostly been working on my website. Lots of dreams but I haven't felt like spending time writing them down. Last night's was an interesting one though.

I think that it was influenced by the stories I've been reading like Snape's Vocation and A Year Like None Other.

For some odd reason it started with me and James and my mom stranded back at our old old house (the one I grew up in), waiting to move to Georgia. We just had a few things with us, a couple beds and stuff.

And that's where it got weird, it's like a cross between the characters from those two stories took over the dream and in a smiliar place, or more like a bungalow, Snape and Harry were chilling for the summer. At night, Snape kept parentally reading classical literature to Harry or reading out quotes like they were treats or something. o.O And then he told him to go to bed. There was something about flying on a hang glider or something and at first Snape said he couldn't do it, then said yes because he didn't want the porch or 4 other different big things around- his usual sarcastic manner. Then there was something about Neville... I think Harry was feeling a little bad for Neville because Neville was stuck at his grandmother's and couldn't try out this hang gliding spell or something. Then Neville came to stay or something... (S's Vocation)

Then I think I was myself... I vagely recall playing in a cool attic and then cleaning the stairs while mom and James were packing or doing something in the kitchen. I went backwards down the stairs facing the top and it was like some sort of hidden space appeared.. like you could only see somethings if you travel and look in the right direction. Well I found an Easter basket covered with some napkins. I carried it back up to the kitchen and it turnedd out to be a tray of big large chocolates covered in coconut stuff and stuff like that with the large gumdrop material made bunnies... I had a dream that I got such a thing from the Christinsen's around Easter time and now this one was the one my brother got that he just left at the bottom of the stairs because he couldn't eat the chocolates. I was happy and was wondering if they were still good to eat. :} I think that they were okay caus ethey tasted alright to me, in any case I don't think I much cared. those large gumdrop sculpted bunnies were a real masterpiece though, with eyes and tails and whiskers sculpted out of different kinds of candies.

I still can't get over the fact that Snape was reading Harry bedtime stories... from classical literature. o.O

Look, dreams.

Music: Rufus Wainwright - Natasha
 
Dreams
 
A short while ago I dreamt that I had gone back to the house I grew up in... that it had been remodeled and certain areas of the folige and trees had been torn down. I took either a seed of a baby baby tree and planted it in a big pot. Last night I dreamt that I was there again... the area that used to be closest to the road where that blind turn for cars had been shoveled into.. to create a low flat area for a sidewalk as well as getting rid of that blind turn. Trees all over the property had been chopped down, torn up. Rich wet dark brown earth was everywhere. I was of course sad as I had loved those trees. I remember looking at that pot that had the baby tree I had planted in it before.. it had grown a lot. The roots were almost overspilling the pot, yet there were inproportianate with the trunk and branches as they were barely taller than I. I remember looking at that tree and thinking about planting it into one of those rich brown dirt holes where the larger ones had been. I remember looking at the other house- the one story red house that was for two apartments.. I remember looking at a large cupboard and studying how the left side that at one point had a tree there, the crack between the floor of the room and the floor of the cupboard gaped with earth or very very old wood and a brown grey smooth trunck rose out of it.. it dodn't go to far though. The top had been cut off many years ago, I assumed, so that it was barely as tall as the room. I understood that the reason it was still there was because it would have been too much work to chop it all out.
 
Then there was something about the boy next door.. I dreamt about him a lot this week. This time I think that I was looking through the glass patterned glass at the blurs that were his family as they sat down to dinner.
 
Then something about school. There was a large complex and my team was above ground. Late at night I was on something.. a hover craft? A scooter? a floating foam pad, perhaps a tricycle? I navigated the halls and darkened corridors in the complex.. and below ground for hours, floating with the power of my mind. I remember below ground.. yellowish walls and pipes, sliding doors and what seemed like an endless maze. I just explored and floated on. I finally came to what looked like an underground gym.. another team was working out and I felt that I might have been on enemy territory yet no one noticed me. Perhaps they thought that I belonged since I was backwards- awake when others would have been asleep. I looked at one of those padded inclinded weight pullup/squat machines and floated further in the room. I stopped next to what looked like a backless foam chair, which really was an exercise machine and did some squat thing on it, while watching the other team and coach go about their bussiness. After that, I tried to float around looking for the way back up. I floated for hours, going around in circles in this complicated maze.
 
Finally I made it back up to the ground level. It was breakfast time. A girl from below was there and she recognized me. She hung around me and we sat down and talked and ate with others from below and from other areas... no one from my area was around. I finally had to go to practice so I did. It was outside, running on the grass grounds of this school.  My coach came up to me.. asked me how I was, did I have a good rest? At first I was afraid that he knew that I'd been awake all night, being freindly with the enemy but his smile didn't waver so feeling deceitful I said that everything was great, yes I had a restful evening.
 
He let me go and I went back to the ground floor main food area. The girl was still there, we walked to the right side and sat down at a table. She was talking to two boys. I looked at some candies on a table behind us. Something about mini colored chocolates in the shape of fruit.. maybe vegetables. Differnt packages had different kinds in them: a whole mix, one mix with two things maybe something brown and something orange.. one was maybe pink, white, red and chocolate coloured... I knew enough that the best flavoured had already been boughten..

long time no see

Well I know I haven't posted in awhile. Truth is, I just haven't wanted to spend anytime typing up stuff to post. :P I weighed myself today: 131 lbs. It's okay. I need to get down below 125.
 
Nothing much has been going on, I've been helping some people write, and worked on writing with people but I'm at a standstill wih one story since I need to get to the library before I continue. I also have been working on my website and a yahogrou_p. (don't want this blog to come up pn any searches for that.)
 
I've also been having a church friend come over every weekend. She's been over 3, maybe 4 weekends. We play N64 and walked to the movies once and basically have dinner before driving her back to her apt. ^_^ She's great fun.
 
Been having some interesting dreams, but mostly same old same old.
 
Last night I dreamt that I was in a high school.. in a math class. The teacher was trying to explain why 4/6=7/8 or something dumb that really didn't make sense.  I remember that I was sitting on the irght with a group of friends and I was working on something.. like maybe a flat computer screen pad and I think that I was swinging on a swing chair instead of the usual chairs. When I finally bothered to look up I noticed what dumb thing the teacher was trying to teach us and when she asked if anyone had any questions only I and another person raised our hands. It was the classic example of people being too afraid to speak up, since after she explained it againand asked if we understood, more people (most of the class) said that they didn't. I was lead to believe that it had something to do with rounding up and division, but we were in what felt like an algebra class learning about fraction equalivants so it didn't really work. I think that this was my brain just wanting to learn some more math.
 
The school bell rang and I was hungry. I looked at the clock- it was stuck somewhere around 8 am and I was worried that that meant that we had to go out to eat breakfast/lunch and come back to school. I asked the teacher while everyone else walked out and luckily she said that it was 3:30. I then walked out, following someone who looked like Zach S (he's like 6 yrs younger than me?)  who was wearing a leather outfit. It was raining outside. I chased after him with my leather sandal clog things o.O to warn him that he would get wet and ruined but he just ignored me, walked on and once outside, stopped at a blacktop 1/2 basketball cout to shoot around with his brothers. I thought that I needed to go to track practice. I suppose that any day after school with rain (spring) means track to me. o.O I then spotted two pools.. swimming pools with only a foot or so of water on the deep side where some kids were playing on floating things in. I wanted to go over there and tell them to get out, because I was a big kid, but decided that I didn't want to act as a bossy prefect so I let them be.

Just a simple article.. about NJ

http://www.jhu.edu/~newslett/03-30-00/Features/3.html