First up, Happy Day of the Dead everybody! Not that I'm hispanic or even speak a word of Sppanish (despite taking it for 9 years). I love the concept of celebrating your ancestors, also I have a major craving for a sopilla (but when don't I?).
Okay so this is strange, and I have no idea where it's coming from. I'm getting domestic. Well domestic for me, not domestic in the normal sense. Cause I'm still sorta messy, and take naps all the time, that's not going to change. But a few days ago I moved my bed so that I'm basically nesting in there. Now I've started designing clothing, and wishing for a sewing machine when I get bored during classes. And my urge to learn how to knit is come back full force. I just want to do something with my hands besides typing and turning pages, the idea of needlework seems so luxurious to me right now. So if I can get out to Wal-mart this weekend, which is unlikely, I'm going to pick up some sort of project. Maybe make myself a skirt.
I've been having very weird dreams lately. I haven't eaten meat for some time, and don't even crave it when I'm awake. A few days ago, I dreamt that my roommate had gotten chicken nuggets. They were grasey and didn't look that appealing, but I was like " Oh chicken nuggets!" and just started wolfing them down. Then after I had eaten like half the box, I started to freak out "Oh. My. God. These are chicken! This is meat!'" Yet in the dream I just kept eating them despite the fact that I was freaking out. Then I was begging my roommate not to tell my parents that I had eaten meat. I don't know why I didn't want my parents to know, maybe I didn't want them to know that my willpower wasn't quite there. It was very strange. Then another night I dreamt that I was home for Winter break or something. I had been in the living room talking with the parents, and I decided to go lie down because I had a headache. Then I heard them playing one of my CD's, and I came downstairs for some reason mad that they were touching my music. Since my mother listens to and even likes some of my music this made little sense. Then my parents were laughing at me, and making fun of me for listening to "old hippie music". There have also been varoius dreams where people I haven't seen for years suddenly show up in Tampa Plus I've been having lots of dreams set where I worked over the summer, but a really bizarro world version of it.. Yet my usual bizarre dreams about Bill Clinton, strangly not occuring. So I don't know what my mind is trying to tell me, but I'd really like to get back to dreaming about politicans (except for Kathrine Harris).
I have my presentation for American Literature on Teusday. I'm in terror, it will be easy to make up the thing, but I don't how these are supposed to work, and my group is the first presenting.
So that's my life, domestic urges, cravings for meatless 'chicken' nuggets, sopillas, strange dreams about family, meat and secretarial work, and wanting a nose piercing. Maybe like on The X-Files that one time, there's LSD in the water. |
