I forgot I wanted to mention this--I had the craziest dream last night. Nix that. It wasn't the craziest one I've had. I'll go into detail about a few. Last night, however, I had a dream that I was a dalmatian dog. A male dalmatian puppy, to be specific. I was being held captive, and I had to escape from the people that were exploiting me. I managed to escape with the help of Katy (my sister in real life, just a smart girl within the context of my dream).
I have no idea what this means.
The craziest dreams I've ever had:
I was Spiderman. Really, Spiderman. Not myself dressed as Spiderman. There was an anti-spiderman that looked just like me, and I had to defeat him because no one else knew who was who. We had an awesome battle in this massive glass-paned hallway. I won.
The Chinese had invaded Utah. West Jordan, to be specific (my hometown). The elementary school across the street from my house was home base for those fighting against them, and I was in my tent one night, and suddenly three Chinese men started attacking the tent. My sister came out of nowhere with a samurai sword and fought them off. It was really impressive.
Then there was the series of dreams I had with strange men chasing me. I was always running for my life. One time they had even captured me, and I jumped out a second-story apartment window and adrenaline was the only thing sustaining me as I ran in the rain.
Wow, I get attacked in dreams a lot. I don't fear for my life. Promise.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Stream of consciousness writing
Preface: I'm ridiculous and if you're unfortunate enough to be reading this, I'm not really worried about people liking my blog--it's kind of like my own little online journal that I don't expect people to get new ideas from or anything. So sorry.
Yawn. I wish I had a cookie to eat right now even though I already ate one. Gabe didn’t like stream of consciousness writing. I like it because I can write about how I hate htat my legs are crossed and one is bouncing. My nose itches. My thoughts are so intellectual right now. Gabe had me look up the senator in Idaho that is caught in a sex scandal. Gay, they say. I hate when people are hypocrites to that degree. Plato wrote some good stuff. My thought is actually wondering where that came from. It was a header ina book I was just flipping through. Mixed Media. For my online class I have to finish in a week. I still have to read Standing for Something. Good homework, if you ask me. My elbow, shoulder, side itch. Why am I so itchy? Probably my medication. Pursed lips. That girl from Miss Teen USA—Miss South Carolina. I despise the image that girls like that give the female population in general. If she had a free afternoon she’d like, go out on the lake, with like, all her friends, and they’d get tan and bleach their hair and. Got a phone call. Disrupted my rantings. Mike always calls from across the room. He can’t just ask me? That wouldn’t be annoying enough. I have a love/hate relationship with Pandora. I like that I get all sorts of music, but sometimes their “similar” music to the style of artist I start out with becomes soooo far from what I wanted in the first place. I’m tired. I don’t want to work today. I’m going to Progrexion for a few hours today so I can just go for three hours on Saturday so my mom can come help me move before the football game. She is going to help me make a budget for Fall, too. Only 15.5 hrs at the DU. I’m going to be poor. But soon I start training for PR—special sections. I will get a lot of experience with publications this fall. I need to meet with Prof Wakefield to figure out how to plan a newsletter. I hope the people I have signed on don’t mind that I know nothing. They’re all older than me. Shayne’s always busy. So am I. So busy that I’m doing stream of consciousness writing. My ear itches now. I have a tick that is making me think about doing French spacing v not. I hadn’t ever thought about it until someone brought it up today. Now I don’t know if I should do one or two spaces after my periods. It’s varied throughout. Song called Indigo Girls. I wonder if it’s feminist. Probably. Girls sing mean songs about boys. I don’t know that boys sing as many mean songs about girls. I think sometimes they get frustrated. But girls act like boys are always the culprit in every breakup. I know that I have done dumb things that have hurt guys that I’ve dated. I am learning. There’s certainly a learning curve in dating as in anything else. It is an angry girl song. I knew it.
Yawn. I wish I had a cookie to eat right now even though I already ate one. Gabe didn’t like stream of consciousness writing. I like it because I can write about how I hate htat my legs are crossed and one is bouncing. My nose itches. My thoughts are so intellectual right now. Gabe had me look up the senator in Idaho that is caught in a sex scandal. Gay, they say. I hate when people are hypocrites to that degree. Plato wrote some good stuff. My thought is actually wondering where that came from. It was a header ina book I was just flipping through. Mixed Media. For my online class I have to finish in a week. I still have to read Standing for Something. Good homework, if you ask me. My elbow, shoulder, side itch. Why am I so itchy? Probably my medication. Pursed lips. That girl from Miss Teen USA—Miss South Carolina. I despise the image that girls like that give the female population in general. If she had a free afternoon she’d like, go out on the lake, with like, all her friends, and they’d get tan and bleach their hair and. Got a phone call. Disrupted my rantings. Mike always calls from across the room. He can’t just ask me? That wouldn’t be annoying enough. I have a love/hate relationship with Pandora. I like that I get all sorts of music, but sometimes their “similar” music to the style of artist I start out with becomes soooo far from what I wanted in the first place. I’m tired. I don’t want to work today. I’m going to Progrexion for a few hours today so I can just go for three hours on Saturday so my mom can come help me move before the football game. She is going to help me make a budget for Fall, too. Only 15.5 hrs at the DU. I’m going to be poor. But soon I start training for PR—special sections. I will get a lot of experience with publications this fall. I need to meet with Prof Wakefield to figure out how to plan a newsletter. I hope the people I have signed on don’t mind that I know nothing. They’re all older than me. Shayne’s always busy. So am I. So busy that I’m doing stream of consciousness writing. My ear itches now. I have a tick that is making me think about doing French spacing v not. I hadn’t ever thought about it until someone brought it up today. Now I don’t know if I should do one or two spaces after my periods. It’s varied throughout. Song called Indigo Girls. I wonder if it’s feminist. Probably. Girls sing mean songs about boys. I don’t know that boys sing as many mean songs about girls. I think sometimes they get frustrated. But girls act like boys are always the culprit in every breakup. I know that I have done dumb things that have hurt guys that I’ve dated. I am learning. There’s certainly a learning curve in dating as in anything else. It is an angry girl song. I knew it.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Inconsistency
Things I dislike with a passion:
People who seem otherwise completely intelligent misusing and interchanging "me" and "I" in phrases. Sometimes I think people are trying to sound smart, when they are in fact botching the English language (yes, for me this constitutes botching the language). An illustration on how much this actually bothers me--a google chat with a friend:
Him: "Soo, how is work? Do you want to come to the rope swings in Mona with Chad, Summer, Veronika and I after work?"
Me: "Do you want to come to the rope swings in Mona with Chad, Summer, Veronika and [insert the grammatically correct ME here] after work?"
Girls who dress up for sporting events. I don't really need to elaborate.
When people do not shut my locker above my desk at work when they come use something of mine. There was going to be a photo to go along with this, but my camera here at work is in mutiny. Things left open in general--doors, cabinets, drawers.
It's also kind of bothering me that my draft keeps getting autosaved when I haven't added to it. Don't ask why. I should appreciate it.
I'm done. I really just wanted to talk about "me" and "I" because of a caption I read on facebook. I figured this was a good outlet.
People who seem otherwise completely intelligent misusing and interchanging "me" and "I" in phrases. Sometimes I think people are trying to sound smart, when they are in fact botching the English language (yes, for me this constitutes botching the language). An illustration on how much this actually bothers me--a google chat with a friend:
Him: "Soo, how is work? Do you want to come to the rope swings in Mona with Chad, Summer, Veronika and I after work?"
Me: "Do you want to come to the rope swings in Mona with Chad, Summer, Veronika and [insert the grammatically correct ME here] after work?"
Girls who dress up for sporting events. I don't really need to elaborate.
When people do not shut my locker above my desk at work when they come use something of mine. There was going to be a photo to go along with this, but my camera here at work is in mutiny. Things left open in general--doors, cabinets, drawers.
It's also kind of bothering me that my draft keeps getting autosaved when I haven't added to it. Don't ask why. I should appreciate it.
I'm done. I really just wanted to talk about "me" and "I" because of a caption I read on facebook. I figured this was a good outlet.
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