The Only Thing Worse...

The only thing worse than you mother dying,
is having a dream where she was still alive... and then died.
And then waking up to realize that, in fact,
your mother actually is dead.

It really fucking sucks.

Hittin The Board For The Lord

Saved! is such a boss movie. Chad Faust (I have his auto!!) And Patrick Fugit are such foxes frsrs.

So today I hung around not doing too much. My knee is fully functional now, although if I touch it, not so good.

Alexander Mac aka FrankenMac decided to restart on me, which means I won't be word processing any time soon as I've decided to just wait until I get a new computer to attempt to turn it on again I suppose I'll have to transfer my files now. I might as well save up for a new iPod and begin a new collection on a new computer as Hamish is nearly full anyway and I don't really bother keeping music files on Aly as they just slow it down and take up picture space.

Maxim DeWinter was going strong until it decided to conk out on the internet half way through the day, so I've been sticking to Alohisha GG for the rest of the day, not my fave as Maxim has the better battery and MSN. But oh well, I'm sure it'll fix itself eventually.

I found my nobabies noperiod pills in the back pocket of my nudies today, too late. I guess I'll just bleed this week and not worry about it for another 3+ months. Not so much yay. I'm awkwardly crampy, which is hella weird as I don't usually get crampy anymore. Oh well.

I decided to get back on my skateboard today and skated down to metro for something to drink. I ended up with green poweraid and bugles as its vegan and yummy. I ate them a little quick and got queasy to Andrew WK. I decided to go chill with the roomies. That was good fun. Some hilarious guys came over and everyone tried as hard as they could to get me to take a hit of weed or a sip of their vodka, however as I say, "I don't drink or do drugs."

So then they called me straightedge. *eyeroll* Which is hella lame. Being clean doesn't require a lable just like drinking occasionally doesn't either, so why the fuck be pretentious and give it one? I haiiiiiight sXe people who are oh so proud to call themselves straightedge. Get a life and get over yourselves.

So now a total of 10 or so people have seen my tattooed ass. Ahahaha, the only person who has seen it more than once is meeee!!! I don't show it off much, butt I like to look (see what I did there?).

I think I might have athsma. I'll wait until I get a healthcard to explore that further. The last time I smoked a cigarette, half nearly killed me (and then I almost died falling down a run on my snowboard because it mellowed me out way much) and then I had this crazy hacking nasty cough when people were smoking pot in the kitchen... So yeah, I'll get that checked out. I've discovered that I'm not deaf in my left eat; my headphones just suck ass.

Last night I had this epic dream about Jurassic Park, which has me jonesing to read the book again. Last time, I distinctly remember listening to it on tape early early in the morning, in the spring, while having bought a ton of shit, chai tea, and hot dogs from 7/11 and then having them with mama in the livingroom. And then later probably skipping school as I often did when I was a junior. It was a fun year. I like that I only really went to high school for two years. Everyone always says, "yeah, it sucks; but you have to go," when really, you actually don't have to go at all. Obviously.

I'm dyyying to nerd out over JPark when I finally get my hands on a copy. I'm also looking forward to reading Nabakov's Lolita. Fersher. I hear its megahellauber dirty as fuck. Oh goodie. I've wanted to read it ever since I heard that one Police song.

Probably work on cleaning the room tomorrow. It needs it + my keys are AWOL/MIA/POW. Sleep now though. I neeed it. Shaved my sides today with clippers I found + can put hair in ponytail. Stoked!

Must see ily, man.

I Wanna Hurt You Just To Hear You Screaming My Name

So this morning I went to my mother's bright and early to weasle some money out of her. Very successful indeed. Anyway, after we had breakfast I played KH2 for a while which is always megafun.

I took a nap. Unpleasant dreams of a certain someone ensued and I woke up with some random man leaning over me and scrubbing at the couch. Awkward.

After I had lunch with my mother, I headed to modern skate and surf for some much needed gear. I got some totally boss burton snowpants that I'm totally in love with, the best pair of goggles I've ever had, and a dakine hat that I'm sure I didn't need, but I fucking love hats so whatever.

I headed up to P to the fucking K-nob ater that, got all of my gear on, and got fucking snowy. I fucked up my left knee, right hip, the surface of my left hip, and both of my wrists. I've also discovered why I don't ski anymore; I suck!!!

I was boarding down shaboom and I totally ate it all down the hill and got ice burn on my hip and stomach. Not fun.

My new headphones might be rather brokenish... Ill have to look into it.

Anyway, I'm super tired and not looking forward to how my body will feel tomorrow.

Lord Knows I'm A Voodoo Child, Baby

So, this morning I passed out hoping not to dream. Do I ever get my wish? Of course not.

I had this weird dream about a carnival, probably influenced by Final Destination 3 that I watched with Eric last night. Anyway, guess who was in it? My haunter. Thanks.

I woke up at 1, talked to some people online and then got dressed and headed to Verizon to get my phone fixed. It didn't take long, all they did was reset it, which was convenient and I can do it myself if it stops working again.

After that, I headed down to ROT to get my lip touched up. Fun times, but I love that it's free.

I like that it's still bloody in the picture.

I discovered, when I tried to rent Kill BIll Volume 1 that we don't have a Blockbuster movie pass anymore, so I headed right to the grocery store and bought a whole bunch of microwaveable thai food. YUM!!!

Anyway, I suppose I might go to sleep soonish, because I'm super tired. Maybe I won't dream... fat chance.

Your Body's Cold, But Girl We're Getting So Warm

So this morning was last night. My friend and I talked online forever this morning and browsed some higalarious pictures. The best quote of the day:
"he shoud really not put pics like that up. someone could see them! like us!"
I think I might have died this morning. It was excellent. After that, I did my makeup so as to maximize looking dead in case I decided to venture out in public later.

By the time I woke up at 4 though, I'm pretty sure I just looked undead. Ace.

Anyway, obviously I woke up at 4, Carol woke me up, actually. I got dressed and went over to her house, complained about how I was being haunted in my dreams for a while, then she suggested that we pick up Brian and watch "An American Haunting" which was really good and had James D'Arcy who is a total babe. But I'm not going to lie, I totally had no idea what was going on half the time. After that, we watched V for Vendetta, which is always excellent.

Half way through V, we stopped and had a seance with a homemade ouija board. The spirit we were talking to was named Worx, it was nice, it wasn't Carol's father, and it neither loved nor hated us. Apparently, I'm not going to die when I go to California for Christmas. I'll start hanging out with my future husband in 7 weeks, we'll start dating in 4 months, I'm getting married when I'm 21, and apparently we're having 14 kids. But seriously... it's a ouija board.

Anyway, after V for Vendetta was over, I went home and watched Final Destination 3 with Eric. It was hilariously bad, but had rather excellent gore. Not my favourite though. On my way home though, I chomped on my tongue ring and broke one of the balls and I have no clue where my bling bag is so I have no way to change it until I clean my room or car or something. Jim and I decided to name my pillow Marluxia.

This was the most fun and most eventful day I've had in a while.

Are You Sure You're Okay Annie?

So... I don't even remember what happened yesterday...

Well... okay, I might know a little.

So, I had this kind of creepy dream... it wasn't quite a nightmare, but I definitely wouldn't want to have it again. So, The Killers were over for thanksgiving dinner, and so Brandon and I are in the dining room, and we start eating early, because everyone else is busy in the kitchen for some reason. Anyway, the butler comes in (wtf?) and is all like, "Oh... Sir and Miss, that food hasn't been properly de-grasshoppered yet!" and I'm like, uh... what? So he takes tweezers and gets these huge green grasshoppers out of our food and I'm like ew, fuck this. Can you say in dream panic attack? Yeah... So I went upstairs and when I came back down, it was just my parents and the rest of the band and Brandon had already left. It sucked.

Anyway, after that trippy dream, I woke up for real and my hair was scary as hell. I promise. I have picture proof. But I'm not posting them because I look like a crack-head.

So, anyway, I get dressed, get some food, thaw it in the microwave, and since our oven is full of pots and pans, I take it over to mum's house and use her oven instead since she isn't home while also collecting all my stuff that I left there since she wants it all "out, out, out" or whatever. Anyway, food was good. Lilu was home which is always adorable. since half the time I'm there he's out on some adventure with dead animals... and then he brings them home to continue the fun... right.

After I left, I came back home heavily dosed with Nyquil. Yum. I surfed the web for a second after that, and then, instead of going to Anthropology class, I fell asleep with my headphones on and had another trippy dream. So, I'm like doing this weird team scavenger hunt and I got paired up with this weird guy who kept trying to talk to me, only, my headphones were on so I couldn't hear him, so I tried to pause my iPod, but that didn't work, so I just took off my headphones... BUT THE MUSIC DIDN'T STOP!!! It was way weird. So I was just kind of like, umm... write it down, so he took out markers and drew all over my hand, but I never really got to read what it said, because then I woke up... to discover that my headphones were blaring music into my ears. No wonder I thought I was music!deaf.

Anyway, it was like... 10:30 maybe when I woke up, so I surfed the webbie for a little bit and then passed out again. It's 8 am and I have nothing to do, but on the bright side, I feel a shitton better than I did yesterday!

Oh, and my anti-anxiety medication came in the mail or something, so when Carol comes over today and drinks too much and throws up, I probably won't mind all that much... and I know she will because EVERY SINGLE TIME anyone gets drunk around me, someone throws up. And I have a panic attack and freak out. It's worse when I'm drunk too... but that only happened once and I'd rather not recount it right now. Maybe later...

Oh... and I'm totally listening to Shake It.