Entries from February 2006 ↓

Taco Bell gave me 3 Chalupas. I don’t need more than one.

Last night, I went out with Mary, Crystal, Ellen and Kristi to the Varsity Theatre for the Bell Museum’s monthly Cafe Scientifique event. The topic was “The Psychology of Romance” as presented by Dr. Jeffrey Simpson. He was entertaining and energetic, the food was yummy, and Kristi and I shared a bottle of wine. Then I got giggly. Then I passed out on a couch at home afterwards.

At 9pm, Jen came over and we watched a very special Frontline about meth. Very informative and I don’t think I’ll become an addict. After that Jen and I babbled at each other until midnight and then Valentine’s Day was over and she let me go to bed.

Ok, I’m totally rocking Valentine’s Day Hello Kitty style now.

Too bad I screwed up kinda.

This is like when I was 14 years old and I was going to go get my first learner’s permit for driving and I got myself all punked out. I don’t remember if I was dying my hair then, but it might have been a greenish hue. I had a tattoo of a lil’ fat devil on my neck. That was the best driving license photo I have ever taken. Considering I have only had three ever. I think.

Anyway. I’m sugar buzzing now, will be beer buzzing later. Hooray!

OK, so also I was having this dream right before I woke up at 5 a.m. for no explainable reason. There was a train passing but this is coincidence.

A few months ago, for my birthday, my aunt, Laurie, got me dream pillow and I had the right word to describe the smell this morning at 5 a.m. but I have since forgotten that word. Maybe I’ll think of it later.

Anyway, so I was dreaming that I was in Vermillion with my whole family. For serious, I was arguing with my cousin, Sarah, about how awesome the Powerpuff Girls are and no one should be ashamed to like them. Because I was defending my cousin, Jamie’s, love for the Powerpuff Girls. But also I like them. And I was getting mad, but then finally we had to get out of the car. I was riding in the back seat and I was in the middle, between some people but I don’t remember who. So there were some classmates from high school in the dream, too. Like Jenny Mauch because I just saw her at midget wrestling. But everyone had weapons, okay. Most people had big guns or things that will actually kill people. But it was all pretend. And I got stuck with a boomerang. How am I supposed to pretend to kill people with a boomerang? Not too long after Jenny and I were pretending to kill each other, some very big dude with a gigantic ring on his middle finger broke us up and I went inside. My parents and other family were inside. Then Eliot Peterson came in (because even though he isn’t in my family and didn’t go to high school with me, I did see him last week so there is that) and his weapon was a fan. Like, a regular 3′ oscillating fan. He took one of the really dull, dusty blades to my dad’s leg right below the knee and cut right through, which really upset me. My eyes were getting all misty because my dad’s leg was just standing there! It was like a cartoon, all red and meaty surrounding white for bone. my dad was kinda chuckling. Then Eliot made some vague suggestion that we’re all “pretend creators” and I remembered that he was a magician so this was just pretend, too. I said, “Thank, goodness, Eliot, because I was this close to kicking you in the head.”

Did you hear something?
It sounded like it came from the living room.
I don’t know if it was one of the cats.
Hold on, let me feel around.
One. Two. Three.
Shit. It wasn’t one of the cats.
We should go see if someone’s broken into the house.
By “we” I mean “you.”
Me? But I’m so small and
Useless.
Okay, how about we rock/paper/scissors for it?
Okay, ready?
Are we going one-two-three throw
or one-two-throw on three?
Ow. Don’t poke me, I can’t see anything and we’ve only got ten seconds before the killer comes in here, flips on the light and shoots us both.
One-two-three-rock.
I had rock!
You did not have paper.
Fine, let me feel it.
That is not your hand.
Well, whatever it is, it’s not doing a very good job of being paper.
Aw, hell.
This is a fun way to die.

Pamie posted some awfully funny Valentine’s Day poems. I recommend that you enjoy them right now.

My funny Valentine, Kristi, gave me an early gift. Last night, she squished a big spider that was in my bedroom. If that ain’t roommate love…