Archive for August, 2008

School…

August 31, 2008

…has not started yet. I don’t start until Tuesday. My best friend left for school a week ago. All my school friends are about 40 minutes away. My social life consists of my job (retail, yarn shop).

I am only going to be going to school twice a week. I am taking four classes, one of which is online. Of the other three, one starts at 8:30 in the morning, and is two days a week. The other two are once a week, and after my other class. I have about an hour between classes to eat and get my lab hours, I think it is an hour a week.

I have nothing going on. Absolutely jack shit. I already got my books. I know where my classes are (a total of two different rooms, ooo!). I pretty much know the campus. I have “class friends”, but no real “hanging out” friends still. I’m lonely and bored as hell. Two days, and I won’t be bored anymore, at least. Still be pretty lonely, though.

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Bored…

August 11, 2008

I am inexplicably and dangerously bored. So much so that I have contemplated going to the mall. By myself. Yeah, it’s that bad.

I got two shiny new shelving units for my room. I have a tiny room. Got rid of my toy box (even though it had a totally awesome Celtic knot on tht front that I painted on), moved my desk, turned my bed around. All that good stuff.

And it’s done now. And I’m bored. Antsy, really. If I could think of somewhere to go, I would. But gas is really expencive right now, it’s hot out, and I don’t really have anyone to go with. Stephanie’s not free right now, at this VERY SECOND.

The school’s book store is undergoing renovations, and I can’t find out what books I’m going to need yet, so I can’t go out there to get them.

I got on ravelry and went through the free toy patterns, and found several that I want to do. Like I need more doo-dads in my room. Deth of Rats is just too cute, though. I will need more yarn for some of them, and my LYS (work) is closed today.

On the plus side, I have gotten rid of nearly all evidence of my high school years. I have a few shirts (Homecoming and such), but I use those as sleep shirts. I had a few drama posters (Grease, Laramie Project, R&J, etc.) that I chucked.

I finally tossed the corsages my boyfriend at the time gave me for Winter Ball/Prom. We broke up over a year ago. I just couldn’t get rid of them yet. Finally, I looked at them, dry, brittle, falling apart, and decided it was Time. They were unceremoniously dumped in the garbage can with the dog poo. And I felt nothing, except “Oh good, I’ll have that many less things in my room.”

Not much more can be done in my room. I could go through all the drawers in my desk, but that is not fun in the slightest.

I don’t want to just sit and knit, I want to move around. But I’m tired as well as antsy, which just downright sucks. Same goes with writing. I don’t really want to sit.

Meh.

Dre-eee-am…

August 8, 2008

dream dream dree-am.

So, another weird dream.

My friend and I are at my family’s cabin, watching a movie. I walk over to the sliding glass door, my dog (~20 lb. mini schnauzer) is sleeping on his side outside, totally conked out. An army guy is nearby, they are testing bombs, they looked kind of like torpedos, about the size of a football. The guy is sort of loitering, because he is going to be setting one off, but the dog is too close. (note, we do actually have 30 acres of land at our cabin, it’s just trees and weeds, really. And hills.)

“Oh here, let me move him for ya.” Picked up the dog, and moved him inside. They set it off, shoots up like a model rocket, and comes back down not too far away. Then my friend and I  go run outside, because they are going to be setting off more, and hey! Explosions are cool! So we run out towards the north fence (yes, I know the directions up there).

This next bit gets a little confused, I don’t really understand it, and you never really remember dreams very well.

Apparently, this family of four got hit by a train. Not, *honk honk, get off the tracks!* hit, but oop, the train tipped over and they got trapped under it. But they were in the middle of nowhere, in the snow, and they were on the only set of tracks. Yeah I don’t get it. They had to walk for forever to get here.

I’m not sure if this guy was in the “accident” or not. But Sky shows up. My friend and I are standing next to each other, either against trees or a wall that inexplicably showed up in the middle of our property. The name I think came from the movie Mamma Mia!, which I saw with my mom and some of her co-workers. However, it was not him. It was a guy that I graduated high school with, named Skylar. I kinda knew him, mostly just knew of him, that he existed. I think I had a class with him. I don’t even think I ever directly talked to him.

He was being all friendly, and kissed my friend lightly. Then he came over to me. He kind of picked me up, or pushed me against the wall-tree, and started making out with me. 0.<

You know in movies, when they show a couple making out, and you just start thinking “Jeez, come up for air, will ya?”? But before that you have the overwhelming urge st start making noises like *slurp**smack**urp**snort**slurp*?

*crickets*

Okay so maybe that’s just me. It was that sort of making out. Lip biting, sucking face, make out.

*blinks*

Later, at some point, we climbed onto a low tree branch or something, and he had his arm around my waist.

And of course, since it was a dream, I was thinking “Oh, of course Sky is playing tonsil-hockey with me. Makes perfect sense.” Not to mention that before that the place was crawling with the army, setting off missles the size of footballs. Perfectly normal, status quo. And there was apparently a rogue train attacking people by falling over on them. But that’s all perfectly normal.

Moving on…

I saw Mamma Mia! recently. It was really fun. Total chick flick, but it is middle-aged women having fun, not teen-twenties having fun. Which is why my mom and her co-workers liked it. I was the youngest by about 15 or so years. Besides that woman, I think everybody there could have been my mother, or possibly grandmother. It was a blast.

Why is it that nobody seems to like Pierce Brosnan’s singing? I thought it was fine. Actually I kind of liked it. Made everybody else cringe. I don’t get it.

All in all, highly recomended, unless you are a guy, because it is a musical chick flick. My dad and most of the other women’s husbands pretty much flat out refused to go. My boss took her husband and saw it on Broadway, and said he did like it.

Yeah, I don’t get it either. Whatever. We will be getting the DVD when it comes out, and have contemplated the soundtrack.

No pictures for you!