Hey, remember last May when I blogged every single day? That was fun. Now I have multiple blogs, and unfortunately for this blog, I'm starting to play favorites.
My eyes feel like they're on fire. Makeup bottles should come with a sticker on them so you can fill in the "expiration" date. Mascara should only last 3 months. The stuff I've been using was opened last August. Whoops. I don't know that I've EVER emptied any kind of makeup container. I just don't wear it that often. Womp womp. And now I pay the price... WITH BLINDNESS! Nah, just kidding. But my eyes really do hurt and I haven't even worn any makeup all day.
Is anyone else having Facebook issues? I don't get notifications anymore when people comment on something I post. I also get gibberish text messages from Facebook every afternoon. This problem could have been avoided if I had a sassy smartphone.
I'm already bored, and my surgery isn't until Friday. I really shouldn't be bored, because I have stuff to do, I just don't want to do it. I've reached the point where I've made my room livable, which is bad because I totally don't have everything put away. Not even close. Maybe I should trash it tomorrow so I'll be motivated to put it all away.
What do you, my dwindling readers, do as you fall asleep? The writer in me creates stories in my head. I never EVER write them down, and I've never shared the details of them. They're just too intimate to say them out loud without ruining some aspect of how they flow in my head. Usually I pick up each night where I left off the previous night, with a little bit of overlap to get me back into the storyline. I never know where my stories are going to go. The current one has taken an interesting turn that I didn't see coming. I will tell you this: it's a love story and I fire a gun. I know it sounds weird, and it 100% goes against everything I believe in, but for some reason I've always wanted to learn how to fire a weapon. And in my dream-story, I'm very skilled at it. Anyway, I just thought I would share that little tidbit, since I share my crack dreams on occasion. Oh, and another thing about these stories: They always end once I fall asleep. The crack dreams that I have never have anything to do with the story I was thinking about before I fell asleep. In a way, this always disappoints me because I enjoy my stories immensely, but in another way, I suppose this is a good thing. My stories are drastically different from my crack dreams, and I wouldn't want to taint them with some bizarre scene with a giant alligator under my bed that likes to eat body parts that hang off the edge of my bed. (Yes, that was a recent crack dream!) Nope, I like to view my dream stories like the best Disney movies. I can never get enough of them, and there's definitely a vibe to each one of them. In fact, I think I'm going to go think up the next bit of my story. Goodnight!
~Christine
Showing posts with label crack dreams. Show all posts
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Monday, May 9, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
is someone getting the best of you?
I've taken to blogging as a form of procrastination. Probably not my smartest choice, but there are worse things.
Boston was awesome! It makes me wish that I had stuck it out with the Flyer Pep Band in college, but it's not like quitting FPB was my only mistake in college or anything. Anyway, seeing (some of) my UD friends was amazing, traveling was amazing, being in a band again was amazing, cheering on a really kickass team again was amazing; I wouldn't take back last weekend for anything. Except that now I'm actually drowning in schoolwork. It's rushing into my lungs and soon I won't be able to breathe. I'm not really known for getting stuff done super early, but I had to get stuff done early last week so I could go to Merrimack, and now I have to get stuff done early so I can go on the Eastern trip. I want my professors to stop assigning things that are due on Fridays. Also, I'm over busywork. I do the readings and listen to the lectures, I pinky swear. Just don't make me write an essay every single week proving that I did, plus keep up with a million discussion threads.
I'm supposed to be finding a way to make myself be happy for five minutes a day, and it's really not easy. I'm either stressed, busy, worried, or tired. Happy and relaxed simply aren't in my schedule anymore. One of my friends posted a link on Facebook to a website that played the sounds of the ocean while you looked at the picture of waves, and the idea was for you to not do anything for two minutes. On my first try, I lasted 4 seconds. The second try was better, but the anxiety of not doing anything was making me panic that I was wasting time. I just wish I could see that relaxing isn't a waste of time. This is totally a trait I picked up from my mom. She doesn't know how to relax, and I think it's finally rubbed off on me. It probably sounds like crazy talk, but I wish I could take a vacation from myself. Just break out of my body and be free for a little while, without worrying about getting school stuff done, or applying for jobs, figuring out my schedule, or any of the other millions of things I worry about on a daily basis. It's gotten to the point where I sit and envy Rosie because all he does is lay around, lick himself, and sometimes he hops around in fit of happiness. His biggest worry each day is what time he gets his dinner salad. Lucky bastard.
I wish I didn't have to sleep. Or eat. Or shower. Talk about time consuming. If I didn't sleep, eat, or shower, I'd save about 11 hours each day, assuming I eat a quick breakfast and lunch. Eleven hours. What would you do with eleven extra hours? I'd certainly be caught up on my school stuff then. I might even have time to be happy. Or find places for all of the stuff I brought back from Kent a couple of weeks ago. Or play Animal Crossing. Or reinstall The Sims 3. Or retrieve the rest of the music I lost when my hard drive crashed. Or do something because I want to, not because I have to, or because it's something that people expect me to do. I could laugh. I don't laugh very much anymore. It used to be a daily occurrence, but now it might be days between laughs. Who has time to think about funny things? I would make a specific list of everything I think and worry about, but I'm not sure what good that would do. It's not like writing it down makes it go away. They're still little thought nuggets, permanently ingrained in my brain.
I'm nice and tired now. At least while I fall asleep I still have the ability to think about all of the happy things I want, but they usually put me to sleep before I have a chance to enjoy them. Of course, once I'm asleep, I never dream about what I was thinking about while I was falling asleep. Usually it's something terrifying or bizarre. Rarely do I have good dreams. I wish I had more control over my subconscious thoughts. I'd dream of nothing but happiness every night if I could.
~ Christine
Boston was awesome! It makes me wish that I had stuck it out with the Flyer Pep Band in college, but it's not like quitting FPB was my only mistake in college or anything. Anyway, seeing (some of) my UD friends was amazing, traveling was amazing, being in a band again was amazing, cheering on a really kickass team again was amazing; I wouldn't take back last weekend for anything. Except that now I'm actually drowning in schoolwork. It's rushing into my lungs and soon I won't be able to breathe. I'm not really known for getting stuff done super early, but I had to get stuff done early last week so I could go to Merrimack, and now I have to get stuff done early so I can go on the Eastern trip. I want my professors to stop assigning things that are due on Fridays. Also, I'm over busywork. I do the readings and listen to the lectures, I pinky swear. Just don't make me write an essay every single week proving that I did, plus keep up with a million discussion threads.
I'm supposed to be finding a way to make myself be happy for five minutes a day, and it's really not easy. I'm either stressed, busy, worried, or tired. Happy and relaxed simply aren't in my schedule anymore. One of my friends posted a link on Facebook to a website that played the sounds of the ocean while you looked at the picture of waves, and the idea was for you to not do anything for two minutes. On my first try, I lasted 4 seconds. The second try was better, but the anxiety of not doing anything was making me panic that I was wasting time. I just wish I could see that relaxing isn't a waste of time. This is totally a trait I picked up from my mom. She doesn't know how to relax, and I think it's finally rubbed off on me. It probably sounds like crazy talk, but I wish I could take a vacation from myself. Just break out of my body and be free for a little while, without worrying about getting school stuff done, or applying for jobs, figuring out my schedule, or any of the other millions of things I worry about on a daily basis. It's gotten to the point where I sit and envy Rosie because all he does is lay around, lick himself, and sometimes he hops around in fit of happiness. His biggest worry each day is what time he gets his dinner salad. Lucky bastard.
I wish I didn't have to sleep. Or eat. Or shower. Talk about time consuming. If I didn't sleep, eat, or shower, I'd save about 11 hours each day, assuming I eat a quick breakfast and lunch. Eleven hours. What would you do with eleven extra hours? I'd certainly be caught up on my school stuff then. I might even have time to be happy. Or find places for all of the stuff I brought back from Kent a couple of weeks ago. Or play Animal Crossing. Or reinstall The Sims 3. Or retrieve the rest of the music I lost when my hard drive crashed. Or do something because I want to, not because I have to, or because it's something that people expect me to do. I could laugh. I don't laugh very much anymore. It used to be a daily occurrence, but now it might be days between laughs. Who has time to think about funny things? I would make a specific list of everything I think and worry about, but I'm not sure what good that would do. It's not like writing it down makes it go away. They're still little thought nuggets, permanently ingrained in my brain.
I'm nice and tired now. At least while I fall asleep I still have the ability to think about all of the happy things I want, but they usually put me to sleep before I have a chance to enjoy them. Of course, once I'm asleep, I never dream about what I was thinking about while I was falling asleep. Usually it's something terrifying or bizarre. Rarely do I have good dreams. I wish I had more control over my subconscious thoughts. I'd dream of nothing but happiness every night if I could.
~ Christine
Saturday, January 22, 2011
I dream of B.D. Wong
It's been awhile since I've had a crack dream. Or at least it's been awhile since I've blogged about a crack dream.
Last night's edition was a flashback to my high school days. I was getting ready for school in the morning (read: it was pitch black outside) and two guys came to my house, saying that they needed to install a software update on our computer. I was confused, but before I had a chance to say no, they sat down at the home computer, which was on the front porch, and installed some program. Right after they installed it, I realized they were up to no good, and checked to see what they did. Lo and behold, they had installed a worm that destroyed everything on all of our computers, and everything on all of the Worthington Police Department computers too. Naturally, I flipped out and called the cops. The evil computer guys didn't even try to escape; they just knew they had been caught. I was so embarrassed when the cops showed up that I had let these two idiots destroy everything, and I ran upstairs to hide in my bedroom.
I looked out of my bedroom window, and there was a swarm of cops on our front porch and lawn. One of them was B.D. Wong! For anyone who's lived in a vacuum, or anyone who doesn't like cop shows, he's an actor on Law & Order: SVU. Exhibit A:
Last night's edition was a flashback to my high school days. I was getting ready for school in the morning (read: it was pitch black outside) and two guys came to my house, saying that they needed to install a software update on our computer. I was confused, but before I had a chance to say no, they sat down at the home computer, which was on the front porch, and installed some program. Right after they installed it, I realized they were up to no good, and checked to see what they did. Lo and behold, they had installed a worm that destroyed everything on all of our computers, and everything on all of the Worthington Police Department computers too. Naturally, I flipped out and called the cops. The evil computer guys didn't even try to escape; they just knew they had been caught. I was so embarrassed when the cops showed up that I had let these two idiots destroy everything, and I ran upstairs to hide in my bedroom.
I looked out of my bedroom window, and there was a swarm of cops on our front porch and lawn. One of them was B.D. Wong! For anyone who's lived in a vacuum, or anyone who doesn't like cop shows, he's an actor on Law & Order: SVU. Exhibit A:
Anyway, B.D. Wong had been given the task of changing all of our usernames and passwords, in case the evil computer guys had found a way to steal those and break into our email accounts. He gave me a piece of paper with all of our new information, and for a second, I thought we had been given new identities. Anyway, he made me feel less guilty about letting those guys install the worm, and he brought up the good point that it was my parents' fault for putting our computer on the front porch.
I now *heart* B.D. Wong!
~ Christine
Friday, October 15, 2010
oh hai, zombie lover!
I'm becoming nocturnal. This has been a gradual process since I started grad school a month and a half ago. It started off by going to bed at midnight, then 1 AM, then 2 AM, then 3 AM, now I'm drifting towards consistently going to sleep just before 4 AM. I need to adapt back, but when I sleep until noon, it's really hard to go to sleep twelve hours later. Plus the idiots who live in the apartment next to me like to "Open and Close Our Door Until 3 AM" so unless I'm exhausted, I lay there and hear them all night long.
A possible side effect of my newfound sleeping pattern is the return of everyone's favorite: Crack Dreams!
This particular dream happened two nights ago. I was in a big house, kind of like the ones you would see in Colonial Williamsburg, but swankier. Naturally, I was wearing a kickass poofy dress with a corset, and I looked awesome. But I was really sad. Apparently my boyfriend (who unfortunately was not anyone distinctive, just a generic guy) had died, and this was his funeral. So I'm sad and weepy, and all sorts of people there are comforting me, when all of the sudden, Dead Boyfriend's arm begins to move. At first, I thought he was just settling, when I realized that this made no frigging sense, and that yes, he was coming back to life! I practically toppled him over as I went to hug him as he was climbing out of his coffin, and just as I was about to kiss him, somebody in the crowd screamed, "No! Don't!" Apparently if you kiss someone who has been embalmed and comes back to life, it kills you. Something about what they use to embalm bodies... Dream Christine wasn't paying close attention to this lecture. Oops. Naturally, I'm pissed. My dead boyfriend dies and comes back to life, but I can't kiss him because he was embalmed? What the hell! Also, he apparently was an organ donor, so he was missing some vital organs, but he apparently had enough to get by. He looked a little gray and for some reason, he was dusty, but other than that, he was the same as he was when he was alive the first time. So we try to leave the house, but it's a huge place, and we get lost. As we wander around, we hold hands and I start to think how wonderful my life will be now that he's back. And then he drops dead. For real this time. I'm not sure what caused him to die this time, probably the lack of vital organs. Just as he's fading, I remember that if you kiss someone who's been embalmed, you'll die too. So I frantically start kissing him, but it's too late. He's already dead without me.
I had a bad feeling in my gut for most of yesterday, and now that I think through this dream, I completely see why. 1. I might be insane. 2. My Dream Boyfriend died TWICE in one dream! 3. When I wanted to be with him alive and dead, I couldn't. Sad day.
~ Christine
A possible side effect of my newfound sleeping pattern is the return of everyone's favorite: Crack Dreams!
This particular dream happened two nights ago. I was in a big house, kind of like the ones you would see in Colonial Williamsburg, but swankier. Naturally, I was wearing a kickass poofy dress with a corset, and I looked awesome. But I was really sad. Apparently my boyfriend (who unfortunately was not anyone distinctive, just a generic guy) had died, and this was his funeral. So I'm sad and weepy, and all sorts of people there are comforting me, when all of the sudden, Dead Boyfriend's arm begins to move. At first, I thought he was just settling, when I realized that this made no frigging sense, and that yes, he was coming back to life! I practically toppled him over as I went to hug him as he was climbing out of his coffin, and just as I was about to kiss him, somebody in the crowd screamed, "No! Don't!" Apparently if you kiss someone who has been embalmed and comes back to life, it kills you. Something about what they use to embalm bodies... Dream Christine wasn't paying close attention to this lecture. Oops. Naturally, I'm pissed. My dead boyfriend dies and comes back to life, but I can't kiss him because he was embalmed? What the hell! Also, he apparently was an organ donor, so he was missing some vital organs, but he apparently had enough to get by. He looked a little gray and for some reason, he was dusty, but other than that, he was the same as he was when he was alive the first time. So we try to leave the house, but it's a huge place, and we get lost. As we wander around, we hold hands and I start to think how wonderful my life will be now that he's back. And then he drops dead. For real this time. I'm not sure what caused him to die this time, probably the lack of vital organs. Just as he's fading, I remember that if you kiss someone who's been embalmed, you'll die too. So I frantically start kissing him, but it's too late. He's already dead without me.
I had a bad feeling in my gut for most of yesterday, and now that I think through this dream, I completely see why. 1. I might be insane. 2. My Dream Boyfriend died TWICE in one dream! 3. When I wanted to be with him alive and dead, I couldn't. Sad day.
~ Christine
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
girl with one eye
I'm getting more than a little bit tired of the wacked-out dreams I've been having lately. Last night's edition involved me going to a farm to look at baby bunnies, but instead of looking like typical bunnies, their fur was replaced by this weird looking material that can only be described as a cilia pillow. Supposedly once they grew up their regular fur came in, but I didn't want to take that chance, so then I had to awkwardly leave the farm. Aside from the baby bunnies, it wasn't as bizarre as some of the other dreams I've been having lately, but it still made me uncomfortable.
Woah. I got super tired suddenly. I'll make this short.
I went back to the doctor today. My blood pressure has been "awesome" as my doctor said, and everything from my tests last week came back normal, except for a high level of potassium. So that could be causing the headaches. Or it's a sinus headache after all. When she looked at my sinuses today they were really inflamed, but not infected. So I have a nasal spray to try out now, and of course they did more blood work to check my potassium. Blah. I'm so over this. I just want to be healthy for more than a week at a time.
Happy 82nd birthday to my fabulous Grandma!
~ Christine
Woah. I got super tired suddenly. I'll make this short.
I went back to the doctor today. My blood pressure has been "awesome" as my doctor said, and everything from my tests last week came back normal, except for a high level of potassium. So that could be causing the headaches. Or it's a sinus headache after all. When she looked at my sinuses today they were really inflamed, but not infected. So I have a nasal spray to try out now, and of course they did more blood work to check my potassium. Blah. I'm so over this. I just want to be healthy for more than a week at a time.
Happy 82nd birthday to my fabulous Grandma!
~ Christine
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
everything that's important gets cleaned
Really quick: I had the same dream last night that I did two nights ago except for two small changes:
1. Laura wasn't a bitch and was actually really nice to me.
2. Bill was actually a ghost.
I don't even want to try to figure that one out.
Anyway, I really want to see Eat, Pray, Love! I see the trailer for it multiple times a day because I'm watching the entire series of Major Dad on Hulu, and it's either that or an ad for Band-Aid. I feel like this movie could be my life to a certain extent. No, I haven't traveled abroad recently, but I have done a lot of self-discovery. I want to read the book too, but I'm already in the middle of reading two other books, so that's going to have to wait.
Since I've been spending my free time watching Major Dad, I've noticed a trend. Time for a list!
TV Shows Involving the Military That Have a Character Named "Mac":
1. Major Dad - Major John D. Macgillis often goes by the nickname "Mac"
2. JAG - Liutenant Colonel Sarah "Mac" MacKenzie... another nickname of "Mac"
3. Army Wives - Mac is the guy that Denise cheats on Frank with. Ironically, Denise is played by Catherine Bell, who also played Mac on JAG.
4. NCIS - I'll be honest. The IMDB page for NCIS only lists out characters who have been on more than one episode, and I'm not about to sift through the detailed pages for 186 episodes. Sorry. I'm lazy. But I think it's a safe bet that at some point there's been a guest role by the name of Mac.
5. Friends - Okay, so not a military show, but who could forget Mac and C.H.E.E.S.E?
~ Christine
1. Laura wasn't a bitch and was actually really nice to me.
2. Bill was actually a ghost.
I don't even want to try to figure that one out.
Anyway, I really want to see Eat, Pray, Love! I see the trailer for it multiple times a day because I'm watching the entire series of Major Dad on Hulu, and it's either that or an ad for Band-Aid. I feel like this movie could be my life to a certain extent. No, I haven't traveled abroad recently, but I have done a lot of self-discovery. I want to read the book too, but I'm already in the middle of reading two other books, so that's going to have to wait.
Since I've been spending my free time watching Major Dad, I've noticed a trend. Time for a list!
TV Shows Involving the Military That Have a Character Named "Mac":
1. Major Dad - Major John D. Macgillis often goes by the nickname "Mac"
2. JAG - Liutenant Colonel Sarah "Mac" MacKenzie... another nickname of "Mac"
3. Army Wives - Mac is the guy that Denise cheats on Frank with. Ironically, Denise is played by Catherine Bell, who also played Mac on JAG.
4. NCIS - I'll be honest. The IMDB page for NCIS only lists out characters who have been on more than one episode, and I'm not about to sift through the detailed pages for 186 episodes. Sorry. I'm lazy. But I think it's a safe bet that at some point there's been a guest role by the name of Mac.
5. Friends - Okay, so not a military show, but who could forget Mac and C.H.E.E.S.E?
~ Christine
Monday, August 9, 2010
there's a drumming noise inside my head whenever you're around
I had a really screwy dream last night. I had a dream that I went to Bill's apartment to get my stuff back, and Laura had moved in with him, kind of. It was more of an unofficial thing, like how I essentially moved in the first summer we were dating, but a lot of my stuff was still in my room in Stuart. Anyway, I tried to talk to Bill about when I could get my stuff back, and Laura kept interrupting me with the stupidest stuff. I wanted to smack her. First of all, I just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible, and if she kept interrupting me, then that just prolonged my visit. Plus, I could tell she wanted me out of there too, probably so she could go back to sleeping all day long. Anyway, Bill was really rude to me, and he wouldn't give me a straight answer. Finally, I had to scream at him that the computer was mine and if he wasn't going to give it back I would have to go to the police. Then he threw me up against the wall and held me there by my neck. I was so terrified! In the time we dated, Bill would get mad sometimes, and it always bothered me a bit, but he never EVER was violent to me. He would usually go off by himself if he was upset with me (which led to the time that I had to drive from UD to the Graeter's in Oakwood to pick him up in a huge thunderstorm... not fun) or if he was upset with something else (usually soccer or Laura) he would sulk. But he never did anything violent towards me. So there I am, dangling, and Laura announces that she's going to take a shower. Awkward. Whatever. It's not like I expected the bitch to help me out, but in times of crisis, what happened to sister solidarity? Bill realized that he was starting to choke me, and he let me down. Then he walked into his room, and I followed, assuming that now I would get my computer back. Instead he pulled out of a box of notes that Laura had written him when they had dated while she was in high school and he started kissing the paper. It was really weird. Then he pulled out a box of mementos from when we dated and he started ripping them up. That really bothered me. So I yelled at him to stop, but he couldn't hear me. So I'm upset, Bill's ripping up stuff, and Laura's still showering. At this point, I just want to leave. I head to the door and Bill calls out for me to come back. Then Laura emerges from the shower and Bill kicks her out for the rest of the day. I'm not really sure why. He claims that she's late for work, but I don't understand why should would have a job in Vandalia when she's in school in Akron. Then Bill takes me by the hand and sits me down on the couch. He asks me to stay the night, and I don't say anything for a long time. Finally, I look at him and I ask him if he's had sex with Laura. He doesn't say anything, but he looks sheepish. So I get up and leave. Then I woke up.
I'm nobody's sloppy seconds. I really hate myself for having this kind of a dream. I just don't know what brought it on. I'm so much happier with myself now, and everyone can see it. My grandma told me last week when I visited her to pick up her bird that she has seen a huge change in me in the last few months. I'm finally happy with myself. I have a direction in my life, and it's something I chose for me, not because it makes someone else happy. So what's the deal? Why can't my subconscious just let go?
In other news, my blood pressure has been normal every day since my appointment last week. So as long as my bloodwork comes back okay, I'm hopeful that there's nothing wrong with me. My headache finally went away yesterday, thanks to a lot of sleep! But today I have a lot of pressure behind my eyes and in the bridge of my nose. I swear, there's something up with my sinuses.
I've been obsessing over bunnies recently. I spent a good portion of an afternoon reading all of the articles on the House Rabbit Society's website, and yesterday at Border's I impulsively bought the second edition of Rabbits for Dummies. I've even picked out a breed I would like, and I picked out a name, but that's a secret until I actually get a bunny. I did the responsible adult thing and I made an Excel spreadsheet of costs and expenses. I've decided I want to try to find a shelter bunny as opposed to going to a breeder. Shelters spay and neuter their bunnies automatically (bunnies can start reproducing as early as 4 months old!) so that would be a cost that I wouldn't have to deal with down the road. Plus, I wouldn't run the risk of losing my bunny in surgery, like my friend Jacki's bunny. The only problem with a shelter bunny is that many shelters require proof from where you're living that you can have a rabbit, or they require a home visit. I suppose I could lie and say that the bunny would live at my parent's house... because next summer it probably would. But I feel bad about lying. And once I get to my apartment at Kent, I'm going to have to investigate the likelihood of smuggling in an animal. I miss living in a house at UD. Having a zoo there was so easy! In any case, I'm not going to get a rabbit until the following things happen:
1. I save up enough money to buy all of the supplies on my list, including toys, food, etc.
2. I find a suitable way to sneak the rabbit in. The last thing I want is to get a rabbit and then have to send the poor thing to live with my parents.
3. Bandcoming is over. There's no point in getting a bunny and then leaving for a weekend of drunken debauchery.
Ew. When did I turn into an adult?
~ Christine
I'm nobody's sloppy seconds. I really hate myself for having this kind of a dream. I just don't know what brought it on. I'm so much happier with myself now, and everyone can see it. My grandma told me last week when I visited her to pick up her bird that she has seen a huge change in me in the last few months. I'm finally happy with myself. I have a direction in my life, and it's something I chose for me, not because it makes someone else happy. So what's the deal? Why can't my subconscious just let go?
In other news, my blood pressure has been normal every day since my appointment last week. So as long as my bloodwork comes back okay, I'm hopeful that there's nothing wrong with me. My headache finally went away yesterday, thanks to a lot of sleep! But today I have a lot of pressure behind my eyes and in the bridge of my nose. I swear, there's something up with my sinuses.
I've been obsessing over bunnies recently. I spent a good portion of an afternoon reading all of the articles on the House Rabbit Society's website, and yesterday at Border's I impulsively bought the second edition of Rabbits for Dummies. I've even picked out a breed I would like, and I picked out a name, but that's a secret until I actually get a bunny. I did the responsible adult thing and I made an Excel spreadsheet of costs and expenses. I've decided I want to try to find a shelter bunny as opposed to going to a breeder. Shelters spay and neuter their bunnies automatically (bunnies can start reproducing as early as 4 months old!) so that would be a cost that I wouldn't have to deal with down the road. Plus, I wouldn't run the risk of losing my bunny in surgery, like my friend Jacki's bunny. The only problem with a shelter bunny is that many shelters require proof from where you're living that you can have a rabbit, or they require a home visit. I suppose I could lie and say that the bunny would live at my parent's house... because next summer it probably would. But I feel bad about lying. And once I get to my apartment at Kent, I'm going to have to investigate the likelihood of smuggling in an animal. I miss living in a house at UD. Having a zoo there was so easy! In any case, I'm not going to get a rabbit until the following things happen:
1. I save up enough money to buy all of the supplies on my list, including toys, food, etc.
2. I find a suitable way to sneak the rabbit in. The last thing I want is to get a rabbit and then have to send the poor thing to live with my parents.
3. Bandcoming is over. There's no point in getting a bunny and then leaving for a weekend of drunken debauchery.
Ew. When did I turn into an adult?
~ Christine
Friday, July 30, 2010
run fast for your mother
I had a crack dream last night.
I was at my cousin Megan's wedding next summer, but she was having a pagan/Wiccan ceremony. Her dress was long sleeved and lacy, like the one that Julia Roberts wear to wedding number one in the movie Runaway Bride. I was there with Brenda, Jackie, and Liz, but before we were allowed to go to the wedding, we had to get on a charter bus that dropped us off at Watterson, where we had to leave all of our personal belongings locked up in the lockers by the old band room. Then we went to the wedding site (which in real life is the Park of Roses, which is about 5 minutes away from Watterson. Odd how my brain picked that up). The ceremony happened, I vaguely remember there being a lot of swords and Megan had to dual something, but I'm not really sure what. Then they had to jump over a broom or something (this was something I saw on an episode of Say Yes To The Dress) and they were married! To get to the reception site, which was near the Olentangy and Bethel Road area, we either had to walk, but I ended up with an old school bicycle with a basket on the front. In the basket, I put a little potted flower (a favor, I'm assuming) and the key to our locker at Watterson (which don't actually have keys). None of my friends ended up having a bike though. So they start walking through the Short North (for anyone who's not from Columbus, to get to the Bethel Road area from the Park of Roses, you would not go through the Short North at all... it's actually in the opposite direction). I begin biking and then I see an old family friend of mine with her family standing in line outside of a restaurant in the Short North (ironic because last night she tweeted about Betty's in the Short North) so I stop to say hi to them, but my friends don't hear that I'm stopping, and they keep walking. In reality, this wouldn't be a big deal because hello I have a bike. But in dreamland, somehow my friends are speed-walkers and as I leave my friend's family, I can't find any of my friends. So I start biking in the direction that I thought they would go, and I figure I would catch up with them. Then I have the brilliant idea to go back to Watterson and get my cell phone out of the lock up and call them to tell them to wait for me somewhere. I bike back to the old band room, and Mr. Kuhn is standing guard. I beg for him to let me in and I show him my key, and he agrees to let me get my cell phone since the wedding is over now. As I get my phone out of the locker, I realize that all of my friends' phones are in the locker too. I take my phone anyway, and I get back on the road, heading towards the mythical reception site. Along the way, I run into a couple of people from UD, and they're with people who I don't recognize, but I act in my dream like I know them (future people from KSU?) and we stop at a fast food place for something to drink because now I'm really lost and it's hot and I'm thirsty. So we just sit around and talk and laugh and I never catch up with my friends and I never make it to the reception. The End!
It doesn't seem terrifying as I'm re-reading this, but as it was happening last night, I was seriously panicking. In case you've never met me, I don't like change and there's a lot of change about to happen in my life, plus an anniversary of a very big change in my life. I'm starting to realize that the chances of me being in Ohio long term are slim to none because our asshole of a governor decided that libraries aren't that important. So not only are there fresh MLIS grads looking for jobs, there's MLIS grads from the last three years all looking for jobs, plus librarians with more experience who were let go at their previous jobs. And apparently all of these suckers have families and husbands and wives and crap and they all want to be in Ohio. So basically if I want a job the following things have to happen:
1. Leave Ohio forever.
2. Be single until I find a steady job.
I'm not exactly happy about either of these things. I love leaving Ohio, but just for trips. Permanently is a big deal to me. Almost all of my close friends from college have left Ohio now. It's just a simple truth that there aren't jobs here.
Anyway, this relates to my dream in the sense that I'm deathly afraid of losing my friends. Apparently I'm not worried about losing my UD friends. I'm not sure why. Maybe because we're all apart right now and even though in the past I've been separated from my friends from home, I've been spoiled-ish this summer by having all of us around in Columbus. I really don't know, but clearly something is bugging my subconscious.
Ugh, I'm getting freaked out re-reading this. New topic!
If anyone else has been in a music slump lately like I have (I've listed to "Bulletproof" by La Roux about a million times now, and it's wearing on my musical soul), I highly recommend the band Florence + The Machine. Their song "Dog Days Are Over" was featured on the first episode of Covert Affairs, and the rest of their album, "Lungs" is just as amazing. For anyone who watches Covert Affairs, it's the song towards the beginning of the episode when Annie jumps out of the plane. That song in particular really speaks to me. If you listen to the album, it's easy to see why it's called lungs... she's got a healthy set of them! It really does feel like I'm learning to breathe again when I listen to their music. It's exhilarating and freeing.
~ Christine
I was at my cousin Megan's wedding next summer, but she was having a pagan/Wiccan ceremony. Her dress was long sleeved and lacy, like the one that Julia Roberts wear to wedding number one in the movie Runaway Bride. I was there with Brenda, Jackie, and Liz, but before we were allowed to go to the wedding, we had to get on a charter bus that dropped us off at Watterson, where we had to leave all of our personal belongings locked up in the lockers by the old band room. Then we went to the wedding site (which in real life is the Park of Roses, which is about 5 minutes away from Watterson. Odd how my brain picked that up). The ceremony happened, I vaguely remember there being a lot of swords and Megan had to dual something, but I'm not really sure what. Then they had to jump over a broom or something (this was something I saw on an episode of Say Yes To The Dress) and they were married! To get to the reception site, which was near the Olentangy and Bethel Road area, we either had to walk, but I ended up with an old school bicycle with a basket on the front. In the basket, I put a little potted flower (a favor, I'm assuming) and the key to our locker at Watterson (which don't actually have keys). None of my friends ended up having a bike though. So they start walking through the Short North (for anyone who's not from Columbus, to get to the Bethel Road area from the Park of Roses, you would not go through the Short North at all... it's actually in the opposite direction). I begin biking and then I see an old family friend of mine with her family standing in line outside of a restaurant in the Short North (ironic because last night she tweeted about Betty's in the Short North) so I stop to say hi to them, but my friends don't hear that I'm stopping, and they keep walking. In reality, this wouldn't be a big deal because hello I have a bike. But in dreamland, somehow my friends are speed-walkers and as I leave my friend's family, I can't find any of my friends. So I start biking in the direction that I thought they would go, and I figure I would catch up with them. Then I have the brilliant idea to go back to Watterson and get my cell phone out of the lock up and call them to tell them to wait for me somewhere. I bike back to the old band room, and Mr. Kuhn is standing guard. I beg for him to let me in and I show him my key, and he agrees to let me get my cell phone since the wedding is over now. As I get my phone out of the locker, I realize that all of my friends' phones are in the locker too. I take my phone anyway, and I get back on the road, heading towards the mythical reception site. Along the way, I run into a couple of people from UD, and they're with people who I don't recognize, but I act in my dream like I know them (future people from KSU?) and we stop at a fast food place for something to drink because now I'm really lost and it's hot and I'm thirsty. So we just sit around and talk and laugh and I never catch up with my friends and I never make it to the reception. The End!
It doesn't seem terrifying as I'm re-reading this, but as it was happening last night, I was seriously panicking. In case you've never met me, I don't like change and there's a lot of change about to happen in my life, plus an anniversary of a very big change in my life. I'm starting to realize that the chances of me being in Ohio long term are slim to none because our asshole of a governor decided that libraries aren't that important. So not only are there fresh MLIS grads looking for jobs, there's MLIS grads from the last three years all looking for jobs, plus librarians with more experience who were let go at their previous jobs. And apparently all of these suckers have families and husbands and wives and crap and they all want to be in Ohio. So basically if I want a job the following things have to happen:
1. Leave Ohio forever.
2. Be single until I find a steady job.
I'm not exactly happy about either of these things. I love leaving Ohio, but just for trips. Permanently is a big deal to me. Almost all of my close friends from college have left Ohio now. It's just a simple truth that there aren't jobs here.
Anyway, this relates to my dream in the sense that I'm deathly afraid of losing my friends. Apparently I'm not worried about losing my UD friends. I'm not sure why. Maybe because we're all apart right now and even though in the past I've been separated from my friends from home, I've been spoiled-ish this summer by having all of us around in Columbus. I really don't know, but clearly something is bugging my subconscious.
Ugh, I'm getting freaked out re-reading this. New topic!
If anyone else has been in a music slump lately like I have (I've listed to "Bulletproof" by La Roux about a million times now, and it's wearing on my musical soul), I highly recommend the band Florence + The Machine. Their song "Dog Days Are Over" was featured on the first episode of Covert Affairs, and the rest of their album, "Lungs" is just as amazing. For anyone who watches Covert Affairs, it's the song towards the beginning of the episode when Annie jumps out of the plane. That song in particular really speaks to me. If you listen to the album, it's easy to see why it's called lungs... she's got a healthy set of them! It really does feel like I'm learning to breathe again when I listen to their music. It's exhilarating and freeing.
~ Christine
Monday, May 31, 2010
the end is near! head to the basement of Founders!
I did it! I blogged every day for an entire month! And it was a real month too, not like pussy February (I'm clearly not loyal to my birth month at all...). All 31 days and I spurted bullshit for each and every one of them.
I had actually planned to do a bit more in celebration, but I've been feeling lousy all day. I'm blaming the graduation party food. Too much richness! I even turned down a shopping trip this afternoon, that's how crappy I have felt. Anyway, you're all in luck because I happened to have a cracked-out dream last night, and I was smart enough to save it in a Word document this morning while I ate brekkie.
I had actually planned to do a bit more in celebration, but I've been feeling lousy all day. I'm blaming the graduation party food. Too much richness! I even turned down a shopping trip this afternoon, that's how crappy I have felt. Anyway, you're all in luck because I happened to have a cracked-out dream last night, and I was smart enough to save it in a Word document this morning while I ate brekkie.
I had a dream that I was talking with this girl who I used to work with at Cosi about why this guy who is one of our mutual friends is apparently upset with me. We were walking and talking as we headed into a school, and then we got into a classroom. I think it may have been an English class. Anyway, there was this really gorgeous guy sitting next to me. But because I’m me, I pretended to not notice him, because come on, the gorgeous ones never notice me first. Well, this one did. He kept staring at me, and I was starting to think that there was something wrong, but I checked and made sure, and yes, I had put on all of my clothes, and they were properly fastened. Then he started talking to me. I honestly don’t remember anything he said, except that he wanted me to try to drink blood. Yup. He was a vampire.
So we leave the school, and we go to this weird restaurant-type place and sit in a booth. Not only does he want me to drink blood, he wants me to drink HIS blood, and naturally, he wants to drink mine. Then somehow, two cupfuls of blood appear in front of us, so we both start to drink. He, of course, had no trouble drinking my blood, but I was a little hesitant. Finally, I got the balls to do it, and his blood tasted like red wine. Since we drank each other’s blood, now we’re bonded to each other for life. And since he drank my blood, now he can hear what I’m thinking (I know, I know… it’s pretty Twilight-y), but I gain nothing from drinking his blood, except that I feel especially clingy, but he doesn’t seem to mind, so it’s okay.
Now that we’re bonded to each other, he wants to have sex with me. So we leave the restaurant, and go out onto the street. Unlike Twilight, he loves to be in the sun, but he never tans. Unfortunately, I don’t see us having sex in my dream, but I know we do because oh yes, the vampire got me pregnant. And just like in Twilight, my pregnancy moves along very fast. I am ginormous within a couple of days of being pregnant. I don’t see myself giving birth, or even doing anything with the half-vampire baby, but I know that at some point, I gave birth because suddenly I am back to my normal size and people seem excited for me. At this point, the stupid thunderstorm woke me up before I could see my vampire baby.
Before anyone asks, I haven't seen or read the Twilight series in a long time, so I have no idea where this came from. However, I've decided that I really want the vampire character to come back on The Sims 3, like they had on The Sims 2. Guess what I spent almost my entire day doing...
Okay, so now that BlogMonth is officially over, I don't know how often I'll be posting. Chances are, it'll be pretty regular at first, now that I've gotten used to writing every day, but if I skip a day or five, don't send out the search dogs. And I would shocked if I have time to write at all when I'm on the Western Trip, which, by the way, is in TWO WEEKS! I can't even begin to explain how excited I am for this trip, especially since there's a decent chance that this year will be the only year I'll be able to do it, thanks to weddings next summer. *sadface* And when the Western Trip is over, I come home, go to Vicki's wedding, and that Wednesday, my family is flying to California for a week and a half! Hello, sunshine!
~ Christine
Friday, May 28, 2010
Steve Madden, you are a shoe-making god. Have babies with me?
If I need to break in new shoes, and I wear them when I'm sitting down, that counts, right? Right?
I'm escaping from the shopping/cleaning/swearing at our crappy desktop computer to blog for a few minutes of peace. It turns out that my mom worked on the slideshow while I ran errands this morning, and now it's done! Yay!
I really hate craft stores. For one thing, I am NOT a crafty person at all. Never have been, never will be. There is nothing artistic to me about going to the same damn chain store as everyone else and buying the same supplies to make the same wreath/religious knickknack/birdhouse as everyone else. That's not art. That's not even being creative. It's just like every other sad middle aged woman in this country. If you want to be artistic, you have to think a little bit more outside of the box. That said, there are some things that those stores are good for. Like buying paints. Or fabric markers. But you cannot go and buy the same thing that everyone else does and call yourself artistic. Also, the organizational skills in that store leave something to be desired. For one thing, I counted FIVE different places to buy adhesives. Why are there so many places to buy the same damn thing? And none of them were what I was looking for (which was magnets with sticky on one side so you could affix it to a piece of poster and then hang it on the refrigerator). You could buy adhesives at the register, in the general art supplies area, in the kids crafts area, in the drawing tools area (this one has me puzzled), and in the costume area. I just don't get those stores, and I probably never will.
Maybe if I sleep in these shoes tonight, they won't hurt like hell tomorrow.
I had a really weird dream last night where I was dreaming that Tony from NCIS was killed off in the season finale, but it was real life, not the show. Oh, and I was in love with him. Tony's grown on me a lot since I started watching the show almost a year ago (!), but he's still behind McGee and Gibbs in my favorite guys list. But I was really, REALLY upset that he was dead! The weirdest part is that in my dream, I woke myself up from my dream to get away from being sad about Tony dying, but it was still a dream. It's like when there's a movie about a movie. Verrrrry strange. And then when I woke up this morning, I couldn't remember what I dreamed about in my dream within a dream that made me so sad. Thankfully, I finally remembered a little bit ago. Freaky.
I made a Poor Life Choice. Two nights ago, I went to the Winking Lizard with some friends, and in addition to my drink, I had an order of spinach and artichoke dip as well. It was a beast that sexually abused me after it told me my boobs looked nice. It seemed all innocent and spinach-y at first, but then it made me feel awful about myself. I didn't need it, it was really greasy, and it was money I should not have spent, but it tasted soooo good, so I ate it, and then I ate the rest of it at dinner last night. Well, let me tell you, it has not been a good Friends With Benefits! It's been needy and demanding, and then it got really jealous. Let's just say that we will not be hooking up again anytime soon.
~ Christine
I'm escaping from the shopping/cleaning/swearing at our crappy desktop computer to blog for a few minutes of peace. It turns out that my mom worked on the slideshow while I ran errands this morning, and now it's done! Yay!
I really hate craft stores. For one thing, I am NOT a crafty person at all. Never have been, never will be. There is nothing artistic to me about going to the same damn chain store as everyone else and buying the same supplies to make the same wreath/religious knickknack/birdhouse as everyone else. That's not art. That's not even being creative. It's just like every other sad middle aged woman in this country. If you want to be artistic, you have to think a little bit more outside of the box. That said, there are some things that those stores are good for. Like buying paints. Or fabric markers. But you cannot go and buy the same thing that everyone else does and call yourself artistic. Also, the organizational skills in that store leave something to be desired. For one thing, I counted FIVE different places to buy adhesives. Why are there so many places to buy the same damn thing? And none of them were what I was looking for (which was magnets with sticky on one side so you could affix it to a piece of poster and then hang it on the refrigerator). You could buy adhesives at the register, in the general art supplies area, in the kids crafts area, in the drawing tools area (this one has me puzzled), and in the costume area. I just don't get those stores, and I probably never will.
Maybe if I sleep in these shoes tonight, they won't hurt like hell tomorrow.
I had a really weird dream last night where I was dreaming that Tony from NCIS was killed off in the season finale, but it was real life, not the show. Oh, and I was in love with him. Tony's grown on me a lot since I started watching the show almost a year ago (!), but he's still behind McGee and Gibbs in my favorite guys list. But I was really, REALLY upset that he was dead! The weirdest part is that in my dream, I woke myself up from my dream to get away from being sad about Tony dying, but it was still a dream. It's like when there's a movie about a movie. Verrrrry strange. And then when I woke up this morning, I couldn't remember what I dreamed about in my dream within a dream that made me so sad. Thankfully, I finally remembered a little bit ago. Freaky.
I made a Poor Life Choice. Two nights ago, I went to the Winking Lizard with some friends, and in addition to my drink, I had an order of spinach and artichoke dip as well. It was a beast that sexually abused me after it told me my boobs looked nice. It seemed all innocent and spinach-y at first, but then it made me feel awful about myself. I didn't need it, it was really greasy, and it was money I should not have spent, but it tasted soooo good, so I ate it, and then I ate the rest of it at dinner last night. Well, let me tell you, it has not been a good Friends With Benefits! It's been needy and demanding, and then it got really jealous. Let's just say that we will not be hooking up again anytime soon.
~ Christine
Saturday, May 8, 2010
I'm hungry and I'm on the run from the French police!
This isn't my actual entry for today, but I just woke up and I HAD to write this down before I forget!
So I had this dream where we were celebrating some big family meal at my Nana and Papa's house, and my Papa came back from the dead. He had died, and he didn't want us to celebrate without him, so he resurrected himself on a day pass. Their basement was different though. They had done some serious remodeling and the basement had a bar, a game room, HUUUGE bathrooms with a spa, and the oddest thing of all: a stage and a band room. (I think this may have been attributed to being in part of the new addition at Watterson yesterday).
It's almost time to go, but I've been too busy exploring to eat anything, so I fix a plate of food to take home, and my Mom fixes me a salad. My Papa sees this, and he gets PISSED (he's a ghost, he can't eat anything) and steal the roll off of my plate, and the chicken off of my salad and throws them away. So now I just have a plate with some corn on it, but I also wanted some macaroni and cheese (which looks suspiciously like the mac & cheese from KFC, which we also talked about yesterday), so I go off hunting around for it.
As I explore the upstairs part of the house, it's almost like no one died and we haven't been moving furniture out. Somehow we got basically everything back, but my Papa is upset because it looks different from when he lived there, which is also contributing to his anger over my doggy bag. We say our goodbyes, and I leave and go to the airport.
I get to the airport where Jackie and Dustin are waiting for me. Apparently we're flying to Paris for Dustin's 21st birthday. So we get on the plane, but they aren't sitting near me. Instead I'm sitting next to some middle aged woman who makes fun of me because I struggled with the seat belt. It was one of those confusing contraptions with a shoulder thing on both shoulders and a lap thing, like what they use on high chairs. Finally, we get buckled and we're off, but we're not flying. We're driving, and in front of us is the bus that we used for the American Music Abroad tour in 2005, the Christophorus Reisen! Also, there's a very large ship of some sort that starts to follow us as we drive to Paris.
Finally, we arrive at our hotel and it is SWANKY! Brenda is meeting up with us there, and we are on the 9th floor. To go out clubbing, you have to register at the concierge desk, and you need a ticket (which looked suspiciously like the one from West Side Story last night), your driver's license, a cell phone, and proof that you're staying in the hotel. Well, I had all of those things but the driver's license and my camera. I'm not entirely sure what I brought with me, haha. So Dustin volunteers to go back up to our room to get my stuff with me, but even though we hit the button for the ninth floor, we end up in some famous Frenchwoman's apartment. So we freak out and run back to the elevator, and then we get my stuff and head back to the first floor.
While we're in the elevator, Dustin turns to me and starts making out with me. Like hardcore, horizontal bodies, make out. Of course, there's some snotty French woman also in the elevator and she is judging us like crazy. When we're done making out, Dustin looks at me and says, "Wow, I never thought I'd do that with you!" And I think the same thing, but I don't get to say because the French lady goes, "You do realize he's gay, right?" And Dustin FREAKS OUT because apparently in my dream he's not out, and in France if you say someone is gay, it gets put on the news. So now he's pissed off at the French lady. Thankfully, we're back on the first floor by this time, and so we go to register to go clubbing.
Jackie, Brenda, and Dustin have no problems. However, when I pull out my ID, someone has traded it for a fake, and the picture looks like Carmen Sandiego, all animated and stuff like she was on the TV show! Naturally, the girl working the desk is now suspicious of me. But instead of telling her what happened (she was French and kind of pissy) I let her think that that is my real ID. So then she starts asking me all these questions, like what my French nickname is. I panic and give her my French name from high school, Christelle. Then she looks at me like she wants a last name too, so I say "Marmalade" in a French accent. Then she asks me where I was born. I forget that other parts on the ID are probably fake too, so I say Columbus, Ohio, and she looks at my ID and sees that it says somewhere in Alabama (I forget the name of the town, it wasn't one I had heard of before). So then she rolls her eyes and says to go have fun, but be careful. As we're walking away from the desk, I get a text message on my phone, and the name just says "Officer". The message was something along the lines of, "Okay, we'll get to her later. Good job." I think that the lady at the desk sent out an alert to the French police to tell them that there was someone in their country who isn't who they say they are, and they sent the message back to the wrong number. But now they have my phone number, and they can track me. So I turn to Jackie, Dustin, and Brenda, and I tell them what's happening and that I need to get to the US Embassy as soon as I can to get this whole mess straightened out.
And then I woke up.
Sigmund Freud would have a field day with my brain.
~Christine
So I had this dream where we were celebrating some big family meal at my Nana and Papa's house, and my Papa came back from the dead. He had died, and he didn't want us to celebrate without him, so he resurrected himself on a day pass. Their basement was different though. They had done some serious remodeling and the basement had a bar, a game room, HUUUGE bathrooms with a spa, and the oddest thing of all: a stage and a band room. (I think this may have been attributed to being in part of the new addition at Watterson yesterday).
It's almost time to go, but I've been too busy exploring to eat anything, so I fix a plate of food to take home, and my Mom fixes me a salad. My Papa sees this, and he gets PISSED (he's a ghost, he can't eat anything) and steal the roll off of my plate, and the chicken off of my salad and throws them away. So now I just have a plate with some corn on it, but I also wanted some macaroni and cheese (which looks suspiciously like the mac & cheese from KFC, which we also talked about yesterday), so I go off hunting around for it.
As I explore the upstairs part of the house, it's almost like no one died and we haven't been moving furniture out. Somehow we got basically everything back, but my Papa is upset because it looks different from when he lived there, which is also contributing to his anger over my doggy bag. We say our goodbyes, and I leave and go to the airport.
I get to the airport where Jackie and Dustin are waiting for me. Apparently we're flying to Paris for Dustin's 21st birthday. So we get on the plane, but they aren't sitting near me. Instead I'm sitting next to some middle aged woman who makes fun of me because I struggled with the seat belt. It was one of those confusing contraptions with a shoulder thing on both shoulders and a lap thing, like what they use on high chairs. Finally, we get buckled and we're off, but we're not flying. We're driving, and in front of us is the bus that we used for the American Music Abroad tour in 2005, the Christophorus Reisen! Also, there's a very large ship of some sort that starts to follow us as we drive to Paris.
Finally, we arrive at our hotel and it is SWANKY! Brenda is meeting up with us there, and we are on the 9th floor. To go out clubbing, you have to register at the concierge desk, and you need a ticket (which looked suspiciously like the one from West Side Story last night), your driver's license, a cell phone, and proof that you're staying in the hotel. Well, I had all of those things but the driver's license and my camera. I'm not entirely sure what I brought with me, haha. So Dustin volunteers to go back up to our room to get my stuff with me, but even though we hit the button for the ninth floor, we end up in some famous Frenchwoman's apartment. So we freak out and run back to the elevator, and then we get my stuff and head back to the first floor.
While we're in the elevator, Dustin turns to me and starts making out with me. Like hardcore, horizontal bodies, make out. Of course, there's some snotty French woman also in the elevator and she is judging us like crazy. When we're done making out, Dustin looks at me and says, "Wow, I never thought I'd do that with you!" And I think the same thing, but I don't get to say because the French lady goes, "You do realize he's gay, right?" And Dustin FREAKS OUT because apparently in my dream he's not out, and in France if you say someone is gay, it gets put on the news. So now he's pissed off at the French lady. Thankfully, we're back on the first floor by this time, and so we go to register to go clubbing.
Jackie, Brenda, and Dustin have no problems. However, when I pull out my ID, someone has traded it for a fake, and the picture looks like Carmen Sandiego, all animated and stuff like she was on the TV show! Naturally, the girl working the desk is now suspicious of me. But instead of telling her what happened (she was French and kind of pissy) I let her think that that is my real ID. So then she starts asking me all these questions, like what my French nickname is. I panic and give her my French name from high school, Christelle. Then she looks at me like she wants a last name too, so I say "Marmalade" in a French accent. Then she asks me where I was born. I forget that other parts on the ID are probably fake too, so I say Columbus, Ohio, and she looks at my ID and sees that it says somewhere in Alabama (I forget the name of the town, it wasn't one I had heard of before). So then she rolls her eyes and says to go have fun, but be careful. As we're walking away from the desk, I get a text message on my phone, and the name just says "Officer". The message was something along the lines of, "Okay, we'll get to her later. Good job." I think that the lady at the desk sent out an alert to the French police to tell them that there was someone in their country who isn't who they say they are, and they sent the message back to the wrong number. But now they have my phone number, and they can track me. So I turn to Jackie, Dustin, and Brenda, and I tell them what's happening and that I need to get to the US Embassy as soon as I can to get this whole mess straightened out.
And then I woke up.
Sigmund Freud would have a field day with my brain.
~Christine
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
is there anybody going to listen to my story?
*in Ross Gellar voice* ... Hi.
It's been one of those days where I'm just in a funk. Even though it's Cinco de Mayo, which is loosely translated as "Pretend to give a shit about a Mexican holiday and drink margaritas!" Which is precisely why I am struggling a bit to write this. But I love all of y'all and I WILL PERSEVERE DAMMIT! I'm not about to let some Jose Cuervo mess up my plan to blog every day!!
Back to my funk. I hate work. I woke up in a weird mood because of a frightenly realistic dream and that's had me in a bad mood all day. I've been irritable and distracted and it's like PMS but not. I want my job to just be over. I'm working as fast as I can to try to get through this project and NO. WE HAVE ANOTHER QUESTION TO GRADE AFTER THIS ONE. I'm tired of freezing for nothing. Maybe once I get a paycheck I'll feel a little better. I'm really picky about where I work. Kind of a problem.
Today has basically been like "The One Where Ross is Fine" (which is my all-time favorite episode of Friends, BEE TEE DUBS except for maybe the whole section of episodes where Monica and Chandler start doing the nasty and theyre hiding it from every one). ANYWAY... I'm fine, I had margaritas, but not fajitas. I did have a tasty quesdilla.
I'm tired and I have to go battle a zit from propping my head up with my hand al day work. Yes, Seventeen magazine, you're right. I should have listening to you more. Bitch. So far this job has made me zitty, fatty, cold, and cranky. LOSE LOSE SITUATION RIGHT THERE.
Oh right, I was going to post the NAUGHTY HAIKU.
She got all the pretty genes in the family. I'm not even kidding. Sometimes in my mind I refer to Puggle as Christine 2.0. Then again, I bet even Beyoncé would look like a dog next to her sister before her prom. It's a fact of life that when you take pictures with someone before a formal and you're not dressed formally, you look like a homeless man living under a bridge.
Right. Off to wage war with my face.
~Christine
It's been one of those days where I'm just in a funk. Even though it's Cinco de Mayo, which is loosely translated as "Pretend to give a shit about a Mexican holiday and drink margaritas!" Which is precisely why I am struggling a bit to write this. But I love all of y'all and I WILL PERSEVERE DAMMIT! I'm not about to let some Jose Cuervo mess up my plan to blog every day!!
Back to my funk. I hate work. I woke up in a weird mood because of a frightenly realistic dream and that's had me in a bad mood all day. I've been irritable and distracted and it's like PMS but not. I want my job to just be over. I'm working as fast as I can to try to get through this project and NO. WE HAVE ANOTHER QUESTION TO GRADE AFTER THIS ONE. I'm tired of freezing for nothing. Maybe once I get a paycheck I'll feel a little better. I'm really picky about where I work. Kind of a problem.
Today has basically been like "The One Where Ross is Fine" (which is my all-time favorite episode of Friends, BEE TEE DUBS except for maybe the whole section of episodes where Monica and Chandler start doing the nasty and theyre hiding it from every one). ANYWAY... I'm fine, I had margaritas, but not fajitas. I did have a tasty quesdilla.
I'm tired and I have to go battle a zit from propping my head up with my hand al day work. Yes, Seventeen magazine, you're right. I should have listening to you more. Bitch. So far this job has made me zitty, fatty, cold, and cranky. LOSE LOSE SITUATION RIGHT THERE.
Oh right, I was going to post the NAUGHTY HAIKU.
Yup, Im back in all my NAUGHTIness.
Oh, here's a pretty picture of Puggle in her dress that I may have promised a few days ago. I don't remember. I made it all color splotty or whatever the eff that technique is called...
She got all the pretty genes in the family. I'm not even kidding. Sometimes in my mind I refer to Puggle as Christine 2.0. Then again, I bet even Beyoncé would look like a dog next to her sister before her prom. It's a fact of life that when you take pictures with someone before a formal and you're not dressed formally, you look like a homeless man living under a bridge.
Right. Off to wage war with my face.
~Christine
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
apparently I have bad karma
Technology has reared its ugly head and snarled at me yet again.
Let's start with my car. On Sunday, I drove Katie to theater practice. While she was getting out of the car, my check oil light came on, but it was blinking, like a turn signal. I'm going to be honest and own up to the fact that I haven't had the oil changed since I bought the car in February. But I've also only driven 5,000 miles in it, and it was changed shortly before I bought it. Then the light came on again when I was stopped at a traffic light, but once I started driving again, it went away. Friggin weird, right? Since then, I've driven and it hasn't been a problem. So my dad I checked my oil yesterday and I'm at the maximum level of oil. Huh. He's part of some online car forum thing, so he poked around to see if anyone else had a similar issue. Basically what it boils down to is this:
Option A: The oil pump is dying.
Option B: The engine is dying.
Option C: There's a problem with the indicator thingy. (clearly I don't know much about cars).
I'm hoping for C. Or maybe A. But not B!! If my engine dies, that's it. That's the death of my Sebring. :( So for the time being, I'm being extra nice to my car. I'm praying that since the light hasn't come on again, it was just an indicator thingy problem. And even though it's a car and not a person, I really can't handle any more loss in my life. (side note: WHY THE CRAP IS MY KEYBOARD ONLY REGISTERING EVERY FEW LETTERS I TYPE?!?!? ADD: BASTARD LAPTOP TO THE LIST!!)
Oh, and did I mention that starting in December I now have to start paying my own car insurance? Not a big deal, except that my insurance is over $100 a month because of that goddamn accident last year. Seriously, I hate ice. This winter I plan on never driving. We'll see how that works out. But at this point, if my car kicks the bucket, I may just say "Eff it all! and pack up my things and move to a city in Florida with really nice public transportation. I don't know what city that is, but I'm going to move there. Just you wait, Henry Higgins!
Onto my next issue: I play The Sims 3. A lot. Especially because my internet at home is sketchy if I'm downstairs (ADD THAT TO THE LIST OF WHY MY COMPUTER IS A BASTARD). Unfortunately, this means that I get bored with the game sometimes. So I was reading on thesims3.com forums a suggestion to erase all the pre-made simmies in a town and put in people and families that I had made. So I did! It was a lot of fun, and took a majority of my time yesterday. I even made a chart in a notebook so I could keep track of everyone.
And then... Patch 1.6.6 came out! The first expansion pack is set to come out today (World Adventures... yay!) and so was a new patch for the game. 1.5 was supposed to be for the base game and 1.6 was for people with the new expansion pack. Except EA is dumb and didn't think that November 17th would start for some people in the US very early, compared to those on the West Coast (i.e. where they all are... self-centered idiots). So many people in the Eastern time zone had this patch made available to them before the expansion pack was even released! What's worse is that the updater didn't even make patch 1.5 available... just 1.6. I hadn't even heard of 1.5. So last night I installed 1.6 and now... I can't save the town I spent ALL day yesterday working on! There's some stupid error 16 message that keeps coming up, and in the readme file, the error messages only go up to 15. Cruel. I'm actually kind of lucky that this is the only problem I'm having. People have lost entire legacy families where the sim who was 'alive' was the great-great-great-grandson of the original. Apparently mods (which I guess I installed one and didn't know it!) and custom content (which I have probably over 200 files of...) cause BIG issues with this patch.
And now thesims3.com forums aren't working. Probably because EA realizes that they MESSED UP.
So now here's my debate. Do I uninstall the game and reinstall with no mods/cc? I mean, I have the info on all of those families I made yesterday, and I don't ever go back and play old games. Or do I uninstall just the mod that I have? (ironically, it's a mod designed to help ease the process of installing custom content.) I can't even ask advice from fellow simmers because the forums aren't up right now.
Even though it's Tuesday, which means that NCIS is on tonight, I'm still super bummed about everything. I would like to crawl into a hole and hide from the world until I die. That would be fantastic. :(
Oh, and the crack dream I had last night isn't helping things either. I dreamed that Bill and I went back to UD to visit, and he started playing hackey sack with some old friends, until the hackey sack hit him in the face and got lodged BEHIND his eyeball. I know that's not even possible, but I am seriously freaking out right now. And then I went to find Jen and tell her about the Sebring (since it was her car at one point) and she had joined some super snobby sorority (which just happened to be called Zeta Beta Zeta... I haven't even watched Greek in about 2 weeks!) and she wasn't allowed to talk to me anymore.
I have issues.
~Christine
Let's start with my car. On Sunday, I drove Katie to theater practice. While she was getting out of the car, my check oil light came on, but it was blinking, like a turn signal. I'm going to be honest and own up to the fact that I haven't had the oil changed since I bought the car in February. But I've also only driven 5,000 miles in it, and it was changed shortly before I bought it. Then the light came on again when I was stopped at a traffic light, but once I started driving again, it went away. Friggin weird, right? Since then, I've driven and it hasn't been a problem. So my dad I checked my oil yesterday and I'm at the maximum level of oil. Huh. He's part of some online car forum thing, so he poked around to see if anyone else had a similar issue. Basically what it boils down to is this:
Option A: The oil pump is dying.
Option B: The engine is dying.
Option C: There's a problem with the indicator thingy. (clearly I don't know much about cars).
I'm hoping for C. Or maybe A. But not B!! If my engine dies, that's it. That's the death of my Sebring. :( So for the time being, I'm being extra nice to my car. I'm praying that since the light hasn't come on again, it was just an indicator thingy problem. And even though it's a car and not a person, I really can't handle any more loss in my life. (side note: WHY THE CRAP IS MY KEYBOARD ONLY REGISTERING EVERY FEW LETTERS I TYPE?!?!? ADD: BASTARD LAPTOP TO THE LIST!!)
Oh, and did I mention that starting in December I now have to start paying my own car insurance? Not a big deal, except that my insurance is over $100 a month because of that goddamn accident last year. Seriously, I hate ice. This winter I plan on never driving. We'll see how that works out. But at this point, if my car kicks the bucket, I may just say "Eff it all! and pack up my things and move to a city in Florida with really nice public transportation. I don't know what city that is, but I'm going to move there. Just you wait, Henry Higgins!
Onto my next issue: I play The Sims 3. A lot. Especially because my internet at home is sketchy if I'm downstairs (ADD THAT TO THE LIST OF WHY MY COMPUTER IS A BASTARD). Unfortunately, this means that I get bored with the game sometimes. So I was reading on thesims3.com forums a suggestion to erase all the pre-made simmies in a town and put in people and families that I had made. So I did! It was a lot of fun, and took a majority of my time yesterday. I even made a chart in a notebook so I could keep track of everyone.
And then... Patch 1.6.6 came out! The first expansion pack is set to come out today (World Adventures... yay!) and so was a new patch for the game. 1.5 was supposed to be for the base game and 1.6 was for people with the new expansion pack. Except EA is dumb and didn't think that November 17th would start for some people in the US very early, compared to those on the West Coast (i.e. where they all are... self-centered idiots). So many people in the Eastern time zone had this patch made available to them before the expansion pack was even released! What's worse is that the updater didn't even make patch 1.5 available... just 1.6. I hadn't even heard of 1.5. So last night I installed 1.6 and now... I can't save the town I spent ALL day yesterday working on! There's some stupid error 16 message that keeps coming up, and in the readme file, the error messages only go up to 15. Cruel. I'm actually kind of lucky that this is the only problem I'm having. People have lost entire legacy families where the sim who was 'alive' was the great-great-great-grandson of the original. Apparently mods (which I guess I installed one and didn't know it!) and custom content (which I have probably over 200 files of...) cause BIG issues with this patch.
And now thesims3.com forums aren't working. Probably because EA realizes that they MESSED UP.
So now here's my debate. Do I uninstall the game and reinstall with no mods/cc? I mean, I have the info on all of those families I made yesterday, and I don't ever go back and play old games. Or do I uninstall just the mod that I have? (ironically, it's a mod designed to help ease the process of installing custom content.) I can't even ask advice from fellow simmers because the forums aren't up right now.
Even though it's Tuesday, which means that NCIS is on tonight, I'm still super bummed about everything. I would like to crawl into a hole and hide from the world until I die. That would be fantastic. :(
Oh, and the crack dream I had last night isn't helping things either. I dreamed that Bill and I went back to UD to visit, and he started playing hackey sack with some old friends, until the hackey sack hit him in the face and got lodged BEHIND his eyeball. I know that's not even possible, but I am seriously freaking out right now. And then I went to find Jen and tell her about the Sebring (since it was her car at one point) and she had joined some super snobby sorority (which just happened to be called Zeta Beta Zeta... I haven't even watched Greek in about 2 weeks!) and she wasn't allowed to talk to me anymore.
I have issues.
~Christine
Sunday, September 27, 2009
I'm a cracked out, fat, and depressing nerd!
I've been conducting my own little sleep study to see if what I eat and drink before bed affects the outcome of my dreams. Ever since my cracked-out safety town dream, I've been wondering if there was something I could do to stop it. It's still giving me the heebity-jeebitys.
What I Had Before Bed:
3 nights ago- glass of milk
2 nights ago- glass of milk and cookies
Last night- diet coke and a 100 calorie pack of Hostess cupcakes
What I Dreamed About:
3 nights ago- a friend of mine who just got married was extremely unhappy with her marriage (NOT true in the slightest, by the way) and she couldn't get all the lights in their apartment to turn off. Whenever she turned off one light, another would turn on.
2 nights ago- I was packing up my stuff to fly to Atlanta to go to a memorial service for my Grandpa, but I was rushed with my packing and forgot stuff. Our plane flew from Columbus to San Antonio, where we landed on a crowded freeway and our pilot then drove our very wide (it was about 15 seats across) plane through the crowded downtown streets of San Antonio. Oh, I've never been to San Antonio, and I don't think my Grandpa ever went to Atlanta.
Last night- I befriended the Duggars from 18 Kids and Counting. The oldest girl (Jill? Jana? Janessa?) was knocked up, and all of the older girls were hiding their secret boyfriends around the house from their parents. Turns out they're all a little bit slutty. Anyway, we were going to go to this religious retreat at a mall, but first we had to shop at Old Navy. So we get to this retreat, and everyone sits on the floor in a big circle, and the guy leading it starts talking, but I'm not really listening. I think at one point he insulted Catholics. Then I had to get up for Mass. Ironic, I know.
In conclusion, eating or drinking ANYTHING before bed is a bad plan. Especially Diet Coke, because then I couldn't get to sleep until almost 2 AM. I thought I would be okay when I finished my drink at 11, but I was really alert until about 1:30. Whoops.
Last night my mom and I saw the movie Love Happens. It wasn't bad, but neither of us realized that the ENTIRE movie is about death and the grieving process. In the previews, he just says that his wife died. But the whole movie centers around that. We made it through the movie, but there were definitely moments when I was gripping my hands so tightly, I thought I was going to break my own bones. So if you've recently lost someone (or two someones) in your life, don't see it yet. Maybe in five years or so you could try it.
The movie did have its merits though. For instance, I now know why I'm not losing any weight. Apparently people who are in mourning have a significantly harder time maintaining a healthy weight. So that's two strikes against me. Oh, and before the movie, there was a commercial for some cable station that plays a bunch of crime procedurals, and NCIS was in the commercial! My mom poked me and asked me if that made my day. (It totally did!) But then it got better! Sasha Alexander plays a photographer in the movie! She actually had a decent amount of dialogue too, but she was only in the one scene. So at that point I poked my mom and said "That's Kate!" Then I heard a lady behind me chuckle. I'm guessing she's a fan too.
I took the plunge last night. I started writing my first NCIS fanfiction. I really enjoyed it too! It's been a long time since I wrote anything fiction. I think it was Power of the Pen in 8th grade. Since then it's been mostly academic papers. Oh, and blogs/journals too. There was a brief period in high school where I wrote a bunch of angsty poems, but I threw them all away a couple of weeks ago. No need for anyone else to read those! Anyway, I made it through the first two chapters, which worked out to be about 2,100 words. When it's done, I'll post it on the site where I read most of the fanfiction I read. I haven't asked her yet, but I'm going to ask Katie to be my editor. I reread the first two chapters twice last night, and I was really suprised at how many mistakes I made, even with auto-spellcheck.
Time for Mass!
~ Christine
What I Had Before Bed:
3 nights ago- glass of milk
2 nights ago- glass of milk and cookies
Last night- diet coke and a 100 calorie pack of Hostess cupcakes
What I Dreamed About:
3 nights ago- a friend of mine who just got married was extremely unhappy with her marriage (NOT true in the slightest, by the way) and she couldn't get all the lights in their apartment to turn off. Whenever she turned off one light, another would turn on.
2 nights ago- I was packing up my stuff to fly to Atlanta to go to a memorial service for my Grandpa, but I was rushed with my packing and forgot stuff. Our plane flew from Columbus to San Antonio, where we landed on a crowded freeway and our pilot then drove our very wide (it was about 15 seats across) plane through the crowded downtown streets of San Antonio. Oh, I've never been to San Antonio, and I don't think my Grandpa ever went to Atlanta.
Last night- I befriended the Duggars from 18 Kids and Counting. The oldest girl (Jill? Jana? Janessa?) was knocked up, and all of the older girls were hiding their secret boyfriends around the house from their parents. Turns out they're all a little bit slutty. Anyway, we were going to go to this religious retreat at a mall, but first we had to shop at Old Navy. So we get to this retreat, and everyone sits on the floor in a big circle, and the guy leading it starts talking, but I'm not really listening. I think at one point he insulted Catholics. Then I had to get up for Mass. Ironic, I know.
In conclusion, eating or drinking ANYTHING before bed is a bad plan. Especially Diet Coke, because then I couldn't get to sleep until almost 2 AM. I thought I would be okay when I finished my drink at 11, but I was really alert until about 1:30. Whoops.
Last night my mom and I saw the movie Love Happens. It wasn't bad, but neither of us realized that the ENTIRE movie is about death and the grieving process. In the previews, he just says that his wife died. But the whole movie centers around that. We made it through the movie, but there were definitely moments when I was gripping my hands so tightly, I thought I was going to break my own bones. So if you've recently lost someone (or two someones) in your life, don't see it yet. Maybe in five years or so you could try it.
The movie did have its merits though. For instance, I now know why I'm not losing any weight. Apparently people who are in mourning have a significantly harder time maintaining a healthy weight. So that's two strikes against me. Oh, and before the movie, there was a commercial for some cable station that plays a bunch of crime procedurals, and NCIS was in the commercial! My mom poked me and asked me if that made my day. (It totally did!) But then it got better! Sasha Alexander plays a photographer in the movie! She actually had a decent amount of dialogue too, but she was only in the one scene. So at that point I poked my mom and said "That's Kate!" Then I heard a lady behind me chuckle. I'm guessing she's a fan too.
I took the plunge last night. I started writing my first NCIS fanfiction. I really enjoyed it too! It's been a long time since I wrote anything fiction. I think it was Power of the Pen in 8th grade. Since then it's been mostly academic papers. Oh, and blogs/journals too. There was a brief period in high school where I wrote a bunch of angsty poems, but I threw them all away a couple of weeks ago. No need for anyone else to read those! Anyway, I made it through the first two chapters, which worked out to be about 2,100 words. When it's done, I'll post it on the site where I read most of the fanfiction I read. I haven't asked her yet, but I'm going to ask Katie to be my editor. I reread the first two chapters twice last night, and I was really suprised at how many mistakes I made, even with auto-spellcheck.
Time for Mass!
~ Christine
Friday, September 25, 2009
ello, mate!
Someone in Australia is watching me. I don't know how, but they're definitely Aussie and they may have seen my knockers.
So here's what happened. Tonight after a not-so-exciting-but-very-sparkly shift at work, I came home and got on the cbs.com message boards. It's like going to AA for me. I need those people because I need to know that there are people out there who are more obsessed with NCIS than I am, and that's where I can find them. Someone had posted a link to an interview with the cast on the Aussie TV show Ten. (Get it, like hang ten? Because clearly all Aussies do is surf and eat Nutella!) So I click on the link and the page pops up with the youtube clips and I get excited because the announcer has a swarthy Aussie accent and there are very attractive NCIS men on the screen. Oh, did I mention that I had started changing into my pjs, but gave up halfway through when I saw this link, so I was sitting on my bed topless? Right, so I notice after starting to watch the first clip that my built-in webcam had magically turned itself on. After battling my way through the Microsoft "Help" center, I tried to search for 'web', 'cam', and 'webcam' on my hard drive to see if some sort of application would pop up. It didn't. So I put on a shirt because by this time I realize that somewhere someone is seeing what very few people in this world have the right to see. Coincedentally, Bill calls me right as I contemplate restarting my computer and saying SCREW YOU AUSSIE WEBBIE. Unfortunately, he didn't offer much help, and at this point other internet windows that I had up (it may or may not have been NCIS fanfiction...) start to malfunction. So I do what any good Windows Girl does: I restarted my computer. So for a little bit I was safe from the Aussie peepshow, but boy do they know my weaknesses, and sure enough I was back at the website with the NCIS interview, and my webcam turned on once again. It's still on. I hope Aussies are enjoying watching me write my fantastic blog and chew my Trident White. *sticks out gum*
Australians always remind me of that one Mary Kate and Ashley movie where they witness a murder and are placed in the Witness Protection Program, which naturally transfers their family to Australia. Of course they're pre-teen girls and can't keep their yappers shut (or their legs) so they blow their cover and find boyfriends too! I always envied that. WHO FINDS A BOYFRIEND ON VACATION? It seems so romantic... you're off in a faraway strange place (or the Hotel Atlantis) and you find a boy to explore the local sites with you. And solve crimes. And OMG GO SHOPPING!!
I shouldn't drink milk before bed. Last night I drank milk and I had one of the most effed up crack dreams. It involved the following things:
1. Youtube
2. Safety Town (for anyone who doesn't know, it's a preschool safety camp that they used to offer in Columbus. it taught you about how to cross a street without being hit by a COTA bus and all sorts of fun things.)
3. Genetic mutations that made me apparate
4. Michael Lowder (he was a mutant like me)
5. Runaway trains that randomly pulled U-turns
6. A bad mutant who tried to kill us all!
So even though I slept from about 1:45 AM until 9:15 AM, I woke up feeling exhausted. Can you see why? So it's either the milk or it's the cookies. Tonight I had milk and an Anthony Thomas candy bar my sister bought off one of the dance team girls for me. We'll see if I have crazy dreams again tonight.
I don't know how I feel about having all of my tweets on the sidebar of my blog. It makes me painfully aware how often I use #NCIS as a trending topic. I really need a more productive hobby. Fanfiction? I actually have some halfway decent ideas for plotlines, but they're not fully hashed out yet, and I don't want to be one of those irritating fanfic writers who writes 40,000 words about a really heartbreaking storyline between Abby and McGee and guilt and gunshot wounds and forgiveness and hospitals and then leaves you hanging before they realize that they're acting stupid and just kiss and make up already!
*waves at Australia*
I got Hocus Pocus out of the library! I don't think I've ever seen the whole thing, but in celebration of my watching movies with NCIS cast members in them, it needs to be my next movie! Seester doesn't like it, but I may trick her into watching it with me, just for McGee. We watched Chasing Liberty on Monday night. It's a kinda cute movie, and the one Secret Service agent assigned to Mandy Moore's character reminds me of the perfect Kate-Ziva hybrid. After Hocus Pocus, the movies on my list become less well-known, but I'm going to see what the Wo-town library has available.
Mmm... Death Cab for Cutie just came on my playlist. Now I'm sleeeeepy. Goodnight any brave reader who stuck it through this completely terrifying look into my mind. Goodnight Australia! *waves again*
Oh, and just in case any of you want to watch the Ten interview (and your lappy doesn't have a webcam that will turn on automatically) here's the link:
http://www.markharmonweb.com/ncis/channel-10-behind-the-scenes.html
K, goodnight for realz now. Lolz.
~Christine
So here's what happened. Tonight after a not-so-exciting-but-very-sparkly shift at work, I came home and got on the cbs.com message boards. It's like going to AA for me. I need those people because I need to know that there are people out there who are more obsessed with NCIS than I am, and that's where I can find them. Someone had posted a link to an interview with the cast on the Aussie TV show Ten. (Get it, like hang ten? Because clearly all Aussies do is surf and eat Nutella!) So I click on the link and the page pops up with the youtube clips and I get excited because the announcer has a swarthy Aussie accent and there are very attractive NCIS men on the screen. Oh, did I mention that I had started changing into my pjs, but gave up halfway through when I saw this link, so I was sitting on my bed topless? Right, so I notice after starting to watch the first clip that my built-in webcam had magically turned itself on. After battling my way through the Microsoft "Help" center, I tried to search for 'web', 'cam', and 'webcam' on my hard drive to see if some sort of application would pop up. It didn't. So I put on a shirt because by this time I realize that somewhere someone is seeing what very few people in this world have the right to see. Coincedentally, Bill calls me right as I contemplate restarting my computer and saying SCREW YOU AUSSIE WEBBIE. Unfortunately, he didn't offer much help, and at this point other internet windows that I had up (it may or may not have been NCIS fanfiction...) start to malfunction. So I do what any good Windows Girl does: I restarted my computer. So for a little bit I was safe from the Aussie peepshow, but boy do they know my weaknesses, and sure enough I was back at the website with the NCIS interview, and my webcam turned on once again. It's still on. I hope Aussies are enjoying watching me write my fantastic blog and chew my Trident White. *sticks out gum*
Australians always remind me of that one Mary Kate and Ashley movie where they witness a murder and are placed in the Witness Protection Program, which naturally transfers their family to Australia. Of course they're pre-teen girls and can't keep their yappers shut (or their legs) so they blow their cover and find boyfriends too! I always envied that. WHO FINDS A BOYFRIEND ON VACATION? It seems so romantic... you're off in a faraway strange place (or the Hotel Atlantis) and you find a boy to explore the local sites with you. And solve crimes. And OMG GO SHOPPING!!
I shouldn't drink milk before bed. Last night I drank milk and I had one of the most effed up crack dreams. It involved the following things:
1. Youtube
2. Safety Town (for anyone who doesn't know, it's a preschool safety camp that they used to offer in Columbus. it taught you about how to cross a street without being hit by a COTA bus and all sorts of fun things.)
3. Genetic mutations that made me apparate
4. Michael Lowder (he was a mutant like me)
5. Runaway trains that randomly pulled U-turns
6. A bad mutant who tried to kill us all!
So even though I slept from about 1:45 AM until 9:15 AM, I woke up feeling exhausted. Can you see why? So it's either the milk or it's the cookies. Tonight I had milk and an Anthony Thomas candy bar my sister bought off one of the dance team girls for me. We'll see if I have crazy dreams again tonight.
I don't know how I feel about having all of my tweets on the sidebar of my blog. It makes me painfully aware how often I use #NCIS as a trending topic. I really need a more productive hobby. Fanfiction? I actually have some halfway decent ideas for plotlines, but they're not fully hashed out yet, and I don't want to be one of those irritating fanfic writers who writes 40,000 words about a really heartbreaking storyline between Abby and McGee and guilt and gunshot wounds and forgiveness and hospitals and then leaves you hanging before they realize that they're acting stupid and just kiss and make up already!
*waves at Australia*
I got Hocus Pocus out of the library! I don't think I've ever seen the whole thing, but in celebration of my watching movies with NCIS cast members in them, it needs to be my next movie! Seester doesn't like it, but I may trick her into watching it with me, just for McGee. We watched Chasing Liberty on Monday night. It's a kinda cute movie, and the one Secret Service agent assigned to Mandy Moore's character reminds me of the perfect Kate-Ziva hybrid. After Hocus Pocus, the movies on my list become less well-known, but I'm going to see what the Wo-town library has available.
Mmm... Death Cab for Cutie just came on my playlist. Now I'm sleeeeepy. Goodnight any brave reader who stuck it through this completely terrifying look into my mind. Goodnight Australia! *waves again*
Oh, and just in case any of you want to watch the Ten interview (and your lappy doesn't have a webcam that will turn on automatically) here's the link:
http://www.markharmonweb.com/ncis/channel-10-behind-the-scenes.html
K, goodnight for realz now. Lolz.
~Christine
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