The End of a Year Long Era

So I'm desperately trying to finish this blog before the new year. I probably shouldn't have started it so close to 11 pm. I'm currently at Miss Michelle's house having fun with many different shirts and hair fun things. So in the fashion of one of our older blogs, Michelle and I cranked up the Owl City and took pictures. Giggle fests and mania ensured as we goofed it up for her webcam and my camera and got ready to share them with you guys. so here we go. 

 This is just because we're great friends like that. 

They so mysterious..

Adventure!

Things Michelle hates...

Pondering the yo yo

FOUND YOU!

Spirals!

Racially insensitive?

Don't mess with us

Doing the New Year right

What do you see?

HAHAHAHAHAH

We are thinking.

I turn my nose at you

DERP

HAHAHAH, I love Michelle.

More on facebook!!

Happy New Years!

Good bye old year!!

Discombobulated

So it's the middle of the night and my head's just a whirl of activity again. I have so much just going on that I don't even know what to focus on. All of it's too personal to just go on about on here but the emotional crusade that's happening isn't.

If I had to choose colours for what I'm feeling, I think I would choose reds, black, gray, yellow, blue and brown. I don't know exactly why, but that's what comes to mind. Sometimes when my mental state is in turmoil I just try to imagine it in colours. It distracts my mind and is harder to  do than it should be. I'm pretty sure I can see colours in my head but every time I try to focus on it, it fades away like the little floaties in the corner of your eye. I dream in colour so it shouldn't be so hard to think in colour, don't you think? Try it. Think about the colour baby blue. Can you see it? I can't. I know what it looks like. I just can't see it in my head. The brain is just funny like that I guess. I know it's capable of forming pictures in colours and such but actually try to have it do that and it's all 'oh noes I can't do that! What you making me do, fo? I can't do that! Bad, Sofia, Bad!"

Minds are just funny funny things. They reap some serious havoc to anyone trying to use them. The more you think the worse it gets. It's capable of such amazing things and processes but fails you the more you focus on them. It's like those crazy 3D art things. You know those crazy pictures where you have to not focus on them to get the picture to focus then focus on it to tell what you're seeing and all you get is a headache and everyone has to look them up in the back of the book to know what they are looking for before they can see it. I used to be passably good at those things but then I didn't see one for a long time and next time one was brought to my attention I sucked at it. My English teach in high school had a Disney one. I could see the Mickey ears on the cover but nothing else. I looked all of them up in the back and even though I could get the picture to pop, I couldn't actually see anything. I failed horrible at it.

Seeing things for me is a more attuned skill than smelling and tasting though. I have a horrible sense of smell and taste. It's interrelated for sure. You need one for the other, but mine's just horrible. I can't smell most things that other people smell and I don't have a strong sense of taste anymore. I'm not sure when things started turning this way for me but during all of this year for sure. I still smell things but subtle and some obvious things, I just don't realize some even when other people notice and bring it up. Me nostrils fail me.

You know what doesn't fail me? My hearing. I hear things I'm probably not supposed to hear. Like late at night when all through my room things are creaking. I swear I can hear the same noises my hamsters used to make in their cage of eating and roaming around, which could mean mice but for the life of me I can't find them anywhere in the room or even places they could be hiding. I just hear noises and things everywhere. I've learned to ignore most of them, but geeze I can't believe how many creaking noises there are everywhere I go.Not just creaking just little things here and there that you only hear if you stop and just listen. That's also a great thing to just do sometimes. It really causes fun with your head and perspectives. I just don't recommend it for people with night time jitters to do it at night before falling asleep. The noises you'll hear will mess with your imagination and you'll never get to sleep. Ever again in your life. Sorry if I cause this for you. I hear there's a drink called Sleepytime that will fix that.

Enter Scottish accent

Robert. Robert was met through an online chat site and morphed into someone that's, as Michelle once put it, "like a pillow you scream into." Living somewhere in the UK, Robert is just a person behind a mask that I've had to talk to about most problems in my life. He listens and helps as he can but for the most part I can count on him to give me a good joke that makes me feel better no matter what. He's got such a literal sense of humor I can't help but laugh.

We have no idea who he really is, but honestly, it doesn't matter. He's a nice unconnected, mostly unbiased place we have to go to when we need it. He's cheaper than a therapist. He's freaking far out of this world while being grounded better than anyone. He's insane yet more sane than anyone I know. He owns way too many socks and blames it on friends and family. He doesn't know how to accept gifts but is great at giving them when he wants to. He's plays innocent but hes really calculation and will have a joke about that when he reads it.

Living in the UK, he's missed out on some great shows that are banned from there, but I've been able to show them to him. His view from the other side of the 'pond' is one that's really been invaluable to me lately. It's been great having a non-American view of the world to make some decisions. Robert really is a great addition to my internet family. He's kind, caring, compassionate, and discrete. He handles things well with a level head you could straighten pictures with, but is hilarious when you can surprise him or stump him. Food's always a good place to go, when you just don't know anymore.

A great artist on top of everything, even if recently he hasn't had time to make something inspiring and awesome. He has a great eye though when he cares to share it. Biking in the middle of the night is probably what helped him develop it. As I write this I can just visualize his responses and I'm already laughing. I hope he doesn't buckle under the pressure. Robert is pretty amazing and I'm glad I've had him to talk to and confide in.

Cheers!

Freshman the other one.

Ah Aaron Curth is a much abused freshman. He's a quiet yet hilariously outspoken guy. The contradiction is just him. He seems such a reserved person but the more comfortable he gets around you the crazier a person he becomes. Aaron's something special in that way. He's kind and caring. He doesn't beat around the bush. He's quick with a joke and able to catch on to any situation and add to the fun of them.

Aaron's been fun to know here at Miami. He's a more steadfast student than I could ever hope to be, but sadly it's not rubbing off on me. I really wish it would for I really need to gather some habits like his such as bed early and studying. He's a great example for me pretty much and a nice companion for long rides in the car to church. He really mellows out the dynamic set by Lara and I and brings a great balance to any group he's in. Aaron's someone quite special.

Papa G

Papa g is/was probably the most influential teacher I have ever had. He was that one teacher to me. He is the one person that I can probably credit with morphing me into the person I became in high school to be melded later in college. I spent more time with him than any other teacher with band and aiding and such and that probably contributed to it. He was firm yet allowing. I got away with so much crap I probably shouldn't have in his room. It was the one place in the school I could go to to feel at home and relaxed.

The school's band program owe pretty much everything to him nowadays and I hope beyond anything that they realize it. Papa is a kind, firm, sometimes temperamental teacher that is the perfect blend of young and fun yet older and knowledgeable that works for teens in high school and junior high. He's not an old fuddy duddy yet which makes him seem that much more connectible to a high school mind. It's not as weird talking about teen things around him since we didn't have to explain every little thing to him. He still remembered what it's like being a child in school and understood us. He also knew the destruction I was capable of and kept me in line more often than not.

Band was the best part of my day because of Papa. I couldn't get enough of that class. His keen sense of music choices, his sadistic ways of abusing his conducting powers just to prove a point and make sure we were watching him, the way he'd whip out his iphone like it had the answer to everything. The way he'd make me do all his errands no matter what period it was just because he could. Which is is kind of jerky now that I think about it. But whatever.

Papa, raising a glass to you. Never change.

She has to howl at the moon, she's a Wolford.

Lara Wolford is something like I would never have expected. Having someone like her introduced to me before college was possibly the single greatest thing ever to happen. She's been a great insight to the college scene as well as someone reliable (unless I'm sick and dying and need a ride to the hospital) and hilarious that made the transition even easier to make. Compassionate, understand and a great listener, Lara is someone you'd want by your side always. She's able to joke about anything and everything and accepts people pretty easily, dark spots and all.

For all the jokes she makes, she's actually a pretty intense and caring person and very insightful and discrete when you need her to be. She's pretty darn fantastic.

Heck yeah, Lara.

I said what? Jenny that's what.

Jennifer Adkins is too much for words. She has more energy than all the ions of carbon. Jenny has been such a great friend over the years. We may not have as much time for each other anymore but she's still someone I can rely on if I need it and that's one of the most amazing things about her. She's a steadfast and caring person. She will always be there for everyone that needs it. Her heart knows no bounds.

Jenny was my counterpart for years. She fascinated me as a kid. She was someone that was cool and daring while I just thought about being like that. She never could teach me to skateboard but by golly she sure tired hard. Jenny is just obtusely amazing. She's a trip and a half around the world. She's muffins fresh from the oven. She's the sun during a snow storm.

Rock on Jenny. Rock on.

Mr. Kossmann, Yeah it's just Bryan.

There is way too much that can be said about Bryan. I think I'm just going to start listing adjectives and see where it goes. Bryan's fun, energetic, sympathetic, hilarious, jolly, smart, outlandish, random, imaginative, extreme, intense, caring, great, amazing, snuggly, xylophone, spirited, non-linear, patient, kind, soulful, direct, groovy, jazzy, zippy, eccentric, daring, fun, kid-like, like a limerick, masterful, quirky, unique, taboo, vixen, and the perfect instructor.

The time spent with Bryan in band was the most amazing time ever. He made learning anything fun. He wrote us the most amazing piece and he became the great friend a lot of us needed. Bryan has great taste in music and movies as well. He was the first adult I met that loved Studio Ghibli as much as Michelle and I did. That alone made him the greatest man alive to me.

He will always be the one that showed us the greatest visual ever as well as the wonderful image I will always have of him in a baker's hat. I mean, someone like hi that was also an employee in a bakery? It was just too much. Bryan is truly the greatest ever and not enough can ever be said about him.

Raise your glass high for this man.

Saltine!

I haven't gotten enough time to talk to Matt Stewart recently, but man, when I do get to, I know it's going to be great. He clashes in interests with me in almost every category yet we use it as a learning experience not hatred for each other. He's pretty freaking amazing. I don't think I know a single man that's as loving and caring as Matt. He loves with all his heart and it's obvious to anyone. He doesn't hide anything.

Matt is hilarious and great. I don't always understand what he's trying to communicate to me, mostly cause I don't speak professional sports but still, we manage along in our own mini language of understandings. I know if I can talk him into hanging out with the group it's going to be an interesting night, that will probably end with me getting physically hurt somehow because of Matt.

Someone special. Just special.

Raised in a Jacob Barnes

There's so much I can say about Jacob but most of it I think is protected by the government and my mentioning it will be a warrant for my death.

Jacob is a special and amazing guy. He has his own way of seeing everything and anything in the world. It's a view of the world I don't think I could ever live without having known it now. I can go to him with pretty much anything and he'd help me as long as he wasn't busy eating the heart of a a small child or something. In these cases it's best to just let him finish..

Jacob has been a great friend over the years (2) that I've known him. It was an unexpected friendship but a great one that I'd never trade for anything. His demented view of the world makes for quite and adventure in life. He's the anti Mariah you could pretty much say. She's the sun, hes the total solar eclipse that blocks out the light but is just amazing and pretty and awesome to see at the same time.

Jacob's brand of insanity is one that makes life interesting and quite fun. I wouldn't want to meet him in a dark alley but I'd take him with me every time I had to go into a dark alley.

All this, but he's also like a cuddly teddy bear at the same time. Jacob's a tough guy but also a sweetie. He's actually a loving and compassionate guy. He's the perfect mixture. I wouldn't have him any other way.

They call the wind Mariah

-inhale- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

This is pretty much how any encounter with Mariah will be. Here's someone that you can't be around and not just start laughing at the amazing time and topics and conversation you will be having. Mariah can make any day brighter. Even when her moods less than sour, she can muster up a sunny deposition and make you laugh.

Mariah will make me feel lazier than I already usually feel. I mean she's a freak with her love for running. I know plenty of people love running but wow Mariah. Darn her and her athleticness. She can make anyone feel like they don't try enough to be fit.

Mariah is a great person with wonderful compassion and insight to anything and everything. She's like the greatest person you can go to with problems. She'll at the least be able to make you laugh and smile. She has special powers when it comes to that. She's gotta be a mutant or government testing. But then again look at her parents and it's obvious how she became such an amazing, loving person.

Raise up for Mariah.

Jolly Giant Jared.

So yeah. Jared. Hm.

Jared's amazing. He's one person that lives up to his convictions and his beliefs no matter the situation. He's someone that you can never say is false or a poser. He wears his heart, not only on his sleeve but with a giant flashing neon sign above his head. Jared thinks he's funny and that's hilarious. He's a musician that's actually pretty decent. An ok teacher and quick to judge.

He's tall and gawky yet it's part of his charm. Jared's a pretty great friend. His love for his dogs is something unmatched by anything as well. He's warm and inviting and actually a lot faster at running than he seems. kinda scarily actually..

His humor is the greatest thing ever, it's so subtle. He's like a humor ninja. It comes out of nowhere and you have no hope but to laugh. I think I can dedicate at least one ab just to him. He's someone quite special. Jared's pretty rad.

To Jared!

Vicki Vicki don't be Creepy.

Up next is the person that I kinda fear getting mad at me if I don't do her near the top. Mrs. Egbert, commonly referred to as Vicki. I refuse to call her Tori like the people in St. Marys. I just can't do that. It's too weird.

Vicki is the person I've had for the hardest times of my life and some of the more random times. I'm forever getting lost on the way to her house, old and current and I can't follow a thing she says. One of the few people I know that love cats as much as I do and doesn't judge me for it thusly.

Vicki is caring, compassionate, and too giving for her own good. I wish sometimes she would think more about what she wants but her nature is to care for everyone else before herself. She can be a bit dense sometimes but reminders gentle or bludgeon to the head will solve that.

An amazing cook that needs to stop trying to feed me all the time as well as needs to stop eating/drinking so much dairy as she can't process it and complains hours to days later about it. She's one of those unexpected people that phased into my life like Captain Kirk does to unknown planets and has stuck around in a good way. She's a great and close friend that I won't ever be without. She's someone that can sit and listen to me no matter how badly I may have messed up.

Her insights may confuse me but in the end she can set me on the right path to dealing with my problems. Dependable and empathetic. Vicki's something great and unbelievable.

Victoria, here's to you.

Nate, which rhymes with Late.

It was a toss up for first between Nate and Michelle I won't lie, but in the end Michelle won because she was online. Nate has been my partner in crime for quite a while. A few years to be exact. Our partnership has been one marked with pretty much anything and everything possible.

Nate is someone extraordinary and amazing, and just special beyond comprehension. He may seem like the good kid with every hair in place but don't let him fool you. He's just that, a master of deception. He's basically turned it into an occupation. You really have to be close to Nate and know him to see his truly evil side. I'm glad I got to see it, because let's be honest, otherwise he'd be a pretty boring kid. Now some people may say I corrupted him into that, but no. He started out that way and half the shenanigans we did were actually more his fault than mine.

Nate is a great guy though. He's honest, shy, and a loner. He's got a sharp tongue and a bitter sense of humor but he's merciful when he wants to be. He's dependable to a fault and loves things in order but willing to let a hurricane ruin his orderly life. He had to be to allow someone like me to get so close to him.

Nate is one of my greatest friends and someone I'll never be able to live without, no matter what goes down or how much we fight. The last few years have turned us into that. He's been many things to me, but through it all, I love this guy and I'm so glad to have him in my life. I'm pretty sure he more or less feels about the same too. We're a dynamic duo that should never have meshed the way we did, but by some cosmic mistake, a friendship that'll last forever was formed.

Here's to Nate. Late, obnoxious dunce, jerk, confidante, sweet, pyromaniac, Nate.

My Michelle, my belle

I decided that I want to do a blog for various people, lets see how many people I actually get through before I get bored with this.

So of course as soon as this idea formed, who else would be first except Michelle. Michelle Michelle, my favorite Michelle. She's many things great and not. One thing I can always be sure of, is no matter how much we clash or disagree, we'll never stop bonding over something random and stupid and be great again.

Michelle is something unlike anyone else. Illogical yet linear. Hilarious and outlandish. The only person in the world that could convince me to wear make up and the only person who's fashion advice I will follow, mostly out of fear of what she'll do to me if I don't..

Trolling was made for someone like her. The only person I know that can disconnect every emotion and feeling in her body if it means she can cut some stranger down for her own amusement. Someone that can like every thing she simultaneously hates a lot of times without even knowing. Someone able to follow the crowd yet ridicule it at the same time legit like.

Someone beautiful outside and a Monet painting inside.

Someone there for me when I need it no matter what.

Someone so extreme yet so lazy.

Someone I could never find again in this world.

Michelle.

Mr. Villa it seems you have a case of the awesome.

So I felt the need to dedicate my next blog to my academic advisor at Miami, Orterio Villa. He's a youngish (20s) ruffian that came to us from Western Illinois. His basic job seems to be keeping everyone in line, giving first year advise to students for scheduling and being the next link in command for the RA's. I pretty much had a basic outline of what I wanted to take next semester so the only time I actually needed him for work related reasons it was about 5 minutes and we were done with the meeting, yet I've spent quite a few hours just hanging in his office when I was bored just bothering him like I'm known to do.

Like today for example we spent maybe ten minutes or so talking about cartoons we remember from our childhood with like five to ten minutes just on our favorite X-men characters and which ones were more bamf than other ones.

We've had quite a few random talks and he's slammed the door in my face a few times when I was bothering his work. He makes fun of me a lot (but really a lot of people do that anymore..) and he's known to just break into song.

So here's to you Orterio. One great advisor.

Operation Compose a Heavy Metal Song

So for my heavy metal music class, my final project before exams was to compose a heavy metal song. I've known about this, technically all year, but the assignment was officially given a few weeks ago. It's due tomorrow today later morning, and I have just finished it now, at 1:04 AM. After starting it about 3 hours ago. Heck yes I feel good. So I decided to post it on here and would be interested in what you think. Here goes.

Abandon All Hope


This familiar limbo you left me in
Makes the lust we feel a friendly sin.
I'm a glutton for the love you'd give,
My greed needed it for me to live.

(Chorus)
I'm laying, laying twisted in my sheets
You left me no choice, I accept defeat.
Lucifer and I, we go way back
We're frozen together, no will to attack.


Now my anger knows no bounds
Your sweet heresy's not what it sounds
My emotions rain violence upon you
Let the world see your fraud anew.

(Chorus)


Your treachery left me with no room to cope.
You gave me nothing but to abandon all hope.

(Chorus)






So that's what I came up with in the wee hours of the night and from actually buckling down. It was easier once I got the first few lines in my head, though I couldn't really say the musical background to it that much. It's really not that heavy metal subject wise, but play it with enough distortion and we have a winner. It feels more alternative to soft rock to me in subject minus the fact that every line has a Dante's Inferno reference. Each line is a different layer of Hell going deeper down each time, with the chorus being the very bottom of it all, frozen in ice and loss of free will with Lucifer. Then the title is based on the sign he sees upon entering the inferno; "abandon all hope ye who enter here." Did I do a good job? Oh well. I like it I guess.

My Bucket List

Bucket List- A list of things to do before you die. Comes from the term "kicked the bucket".


So following the tradition of many college age people I have a bucket list. I've actually had one for a while but decided to put a condensed version of it on here and strike items off as I go. Maybe even include some items that I have already stricken off for funsies. Though I am curious what are some things people have on theirs. Michelle showed me hers, and it helped motivate me to actually write this blog post that I had in my mind a while back. So in no particular order, here's a taste of my probably too long bucket list.

1. Graduate with graduate school already lined up.
2. Study abroad for a semester.
3. Learn what Geocatching is
4. Backpack around Europe with someone important to me. 
5. Go cross country in America
6. Learn to ride a motorcycle.
7. Learn Japanese
8. Go to Japan
9. Become certified on the American Board of Forensic Anthropology
10. Take a cruise
11. Go to a tropical location
12. Buy a bean bag chair
13. Do a family tree
14. Learn to sail
15. Learn to snowboard
16. Learn to Ski
17. Learn to scuba dive
18. Fly in a plane
19. Go overseas
20. Ride on a sled with a sled dog team.
21. Use a high powered telescope to see something in the Universe
22. Face my stage fright and audition for one of the school plays
23. Dance with a classic umbrella in rain.
24. Get double digits subscribed to my blog.
25. Make an actually legit awesome costume for Ohayocon.
26. Help change a life.
27. Get someone to dance in public with me. 
28. Be part of a flash mob.
29. Be with friends on New Years not just my family. 
30. Be self sufficient
31. Have a decent job where I can pay my own bills
32. Own my own car.
33. Get someone to sing in public with me.
34. Play leap frog in the hallways at school
35. Learn how to find the songs I bookmarked on Pandora
36. Learn Web design
37. Learn how to waltz.
38. Attend the cherry blossom festival in Japan
39. Visit the Studio Ghibli museum and buy something there
40. Learn how to knit
41. Actually learn the dang guitar
42. Visit New York/live there for a while
43. See California, notably, Santa Monica and Los Angeles
44. Go to a rave.
45. Buy clothes in England
46. Go clubbing
47. Learn all the basic knowledge stuff that Michelle knows and I can't figure out on my own.
48. Start a meme.
49. Keep a plant alive
50. Own a hedgehog
51. Play with a baby sloth
52. See my brothers make it so all the bragging about them I do will actually mean something to others.
53. Finally plan the perfect awesome day with my friends. 
54. Go to the beach with friends.
55. Learn finances
56. Go to something black tie formal.
57. Learn an accent
58. Perform something in the street. 

Thats all I have for. That's the censored (that makes you wonder don't it? It's not what you think), shortened version of my bucket list. I hope I can do at least a third of this. Even if I don't do that much, I think it's nice to think of things I want to do with my life, not in a 'never going to do this' capacity but as something I have the possibility of actually doing some day. It's like having goals but so much more. Something that gives me satisfaction just to think about and the join of being able to cross something off is just amazing. So what's your bucket list? What do you want to do in your life? Do you ever think about that, or just live day to day? What things from it, can you do something about, and what things are just as life takes you? Do you have what it takes to just jump in and do what you can? 

What comes next.

So today I was plagued with thoughts about movies and comics that have fade away and cut away scenes from someone either screaming or laughing or something. For example, the movies where it fades to another scene while the bad guy or someone is just laughing hysterically. I get curious as to what it's like when he stops laughing. Like the people around him. Is it just awkward? The henchmen just stand around until the boss finishes laughing then go back to work like it didn't happen? Do other uninvolved people just hear the laughing and judge them in their heads?

What about the guy that's laughing? Like when he gets himself all worked up into a frenzy, how does he come back down? Does he just slowly bring it down and then like walk away? Does he just abruptly stop? Does he like walk away while laughing until he's in his private quarters and can move on with his life? It just seems like an awkward situation.

I admit I have no idea now where I'm going with this. I think I started writing this in the middle of the night, and obviously while it was bothering me, it had no real importance to anything. Those potentially awkward situations are confusing to me though. Oh well, maybe one day I'll see a spoof that covers it.

Thoughts, Dozens of them, They're like tribbles

So this might be my first truly random post as I have a lot of stuff just bumbling around in my head. As I plan on just writing as stuff comes to me, I apologize now, if there's no transitions or lead ins between topics. I might just jump trains as I go. Let's leave the station shall we?

So today I knew I was going to go to the Rec center and work out, because it's Wednesday and on Wednesday's that's when I for sure go, so I prepared by finally  making a "work out" playlist on my iPod. I figured it's only take a few minutes but as I was browsing through I kept finding all this music I had no idea I had.  So of course this lead me to start listening to the songs that had been long forgotten like "Semi-Charmed Kind of Life" by Third Eye Blind, "Wonderwall" by Oasis, "Watercolour" by Pendulum and "I Need to Know" by Marc Anthony. I was then delayed by an extra half an hour to listen to this stuff and more. Have you ever looked at your music be it on iTunes, your CD's, tapes, whatever, and just found things long forgotten yet sweet to fin? Little gems that have returned to you after a long time? Isn't that the greatest feeling?

So while on the topic of music, I spent a couple hours today watching a series on Hulu, that's only on Hulu (btw did you know that Hulu is only for the United States and people outside of the US can't view anything on there?) as it is made, produced and whatnot by Hulu, called LXD. Which stands for Legion of Extraordinary Dancers. LED was taken. This show captured more of my attention than it should have. I'm not going to lie, the only reason I clicked to it, was because the latest episode teaser picture, showed a group of guys suited up, minus jackets, obviously dancing together and that type of stuff is just awesome to me. I'm a sucker for it.

So when I went to view what that was I found the series and had to of course go to the beginning and watch from there. If it wasn't for the latest episode intriguing me, I wouldn't have watched passed the first episode. It was just so ridiculous that I was caught between mocking laughter and disbelief and offense for them thinking this was good. The acting was barely above Twilight's main duo, and it was literally people breaking out into dance and like the bad guys come up and join them. At a high school prom. It was embarrassing to watch. Although in the end I did continue the series. The episodes were around 10 minutes each anyway. One was only three minutes.

The second episode improved a little, though it was two boys playing in a warehouse then fall into foam and can magically now do aerial dance moves. "Anti Gravity" as it was described. Then the third episode drew me in. It was just so fun and haunting to watch. The robot was the featured dance this time, and the guy was amazing.  I just loved it. So I continued the series and it got a little better as it went, and a nice surprise of the guy that plays Mike Chang, (otherwise known as "Other Asian") in Glee is part of the show, showing off his awesome moves and sometimes being a nice comic relief as when comes season two, the show gets a little creepy. I do mean creepy. I posted some of the episodes on my facebook, if you'd like to see my top three.

So from shows, I'm of course taken to the one I spent last night watching, on the recommendation of Michelle and Jacob, The Walking Dead. This zombie Apocalypse show on AMC. It was ok. I spent the first episode yelling at the guy, cause he's gotta recognize his surroundings. He saw the mutilated corpse. At that point grab a weapon cause it's on. He saw the crawler (zombie without legs that has to crawl on hands), he should have gotten a weapon. The black guy had a gun to his head asking him an easy question "what type of wound is that?' and he just stares at him. The show does pick up though after he is told about the zombies and what happened and he then proceeds to be awesome and kicking butt all around. The show was pretty gore filled and such but not as scary as I was expecting based off Michelle's reaction to it. Some parts did make me jump, from the BOOM ness of it. All in all, I will continue watching it.

That's probably enough babbling for one night, though I do have a lot more. Mostly I'm just tired. I've been up too late the past few days talking to people and it's taking it's toll on me. Oh well, Thanksgiving soon and I can sleep then.

My procrastination skills are better than my study skills.

So right now, I have three exams to study for, two packets to read, a paper to write and some other homework to do. I've been at this all weekend. So far I've;

1. almost finished the other homework,
2. put a heading on the paper, 
3. located where the two packets are, 
4. made some flash cards, that I did memorize...in church.... for one of the tests,
5. acknowledged to myself that I have the other two tests to take, 
6. gotten the books out and have them beside me
7. finished reading a manga series online, 
8. read the new additions to many a web comic, 
9. watch many youtube videos, 
10. written one plus blogs,
11. read some blogs,
12. made work plans for next summer,
13. reconnected with old friends, 
14. gone to a hockey game, 
15. gone to work, 
16. slept a lot, 
17. eaten some food, 
18. stared at some wall, 
19. played with a blanket, 
20. downloaded apps to my phone, 
21. updated a lot of my phone, 
22. bought some songs on itunes, 
23. done my laundry,
24. stared at my desk, 
25. watched some movies, 
26. played and watched COD Black Ops, 
27. hung out in the basement, 
28. watched a game of pool,
29. gone to walmart, and
30. bought a thundercats shirt, 

All that work in the last 60 hours I've had free to get this stuff done. Yeah I desperately need to work on my priorities. I just really have no sense of study skills. Not until panic mode. I try to get stuff done, it just doesn't happen. In fact I'm writing this blog now instead of working like I should be. I'm not sure why I don't just do my work. Even if I'm not on the computer I still just don't buckle down.

I'm extremely sure it's nothing like ADD or ADHD, because it only happens when I need to do homework. My mind just rebels against having to process things like school work. Though I can't even pay attention while writing this blog, I just started playing a game of Flash Flash Revolution (its like Dance Dance Revolution but on the internet and for your fingers, quite fun but I suck at it) because I changed positions and wondered if this position was any easier to play with out my hand cramping. So far it's proving to not be any easier, oh well. It's just getting later and later and I've barely done anything that I need to do. The more I think about what needs to be done, the more I remember that I have to do. It's like a never ending cycle that I can't break free of. It's like an epidemic infecting all areas of my life. It's like really tiring cause I just want to sleep. Oh well, let's go do some non-work so I can get some work done.

Have You Ever...

...tried to eat with the opposite hand? It's like next to impossible for me. I could barely do it. Finger foods I can eat with either hand, that's not that hard, but I can't use a fork with my opposite hand that well. Food made it to my face but the destination was in controversy for my poor left hand. He tried so hard to go where I wanted but alas it just wasn't going to happen for him.

It was horrible to try and do. My arm was shaky and everything. It was like when I look in the mirror and try to use a robert pin. It's like I've suddenly forgotten how to go forward and how to go back, left and right are more mixed up than normal, (I can't do my left and right. I have to pause and think. I can't even do the make an 'L" thing because it never fails that when I'm using it for that, I forget how an 'L' goes. Band commands were torture for me. Except for stepping off. I can start on my left foot, but never connect that side with being my left. I need to go back to a young age or something to learn how to get it right again..that and how to tie my shoes...I'm suffering in college without Michelle to tie them for me...) Anyway, it just didn't go well for me. It just felt weird. I'm kinda glad I didn't try it with a spoon and soup of some sort. I surely would have spilled food all over myself in the confusion.

Though when it comes to trying the opposite way, have you ever clasped your fingers together switching the order? Like starting with a different thumb on top? That just feels out of this world. Same as crossing your arms the opposite way. When I try to do that, I can't even figure out how to make my arms go. It's like I've forgotten what I'm trying to do and just kinda wiggle my arms around for a few minutes in different positions until I just give up and put them in my pockets.

Another thing that's hard to do, is putting pants on and stepping in first with the opposite leg. I will fall over if I do that and I will never get my pants on until I switch back to normal. I'll be laying on the ground, just rolling around trying to get them on and it will never happen. Once I thought I had it, but I had the pants on backwards. It was depressing. Since it was sweat pants, I almost just left it like that, but it felt awkward since I knew it was wrong, so I switched it around.

I can't just change things up like that. Routines can be broken, patterns can change, things can be disordered, unless its using the opposite side from normal. I cannot do that to save my life. I'll be mixed, confused and unable to continue with life until I fix myself. It's fun to try but has terrifying results. Use caution in attempting these things at home. You'll first be confused, turned around, then the terror will set until you remember how to function like you have for years. That or it's just me and I'm a freak, which wouldn't surprise me in the least.

Why I'm better than most people.

So the thing I'm meaning in the title is actually the end to a kinda longish story, so if you want to know why I'm better you could theoretically skip to the endish area where it's at, but I'd like it better if you stuck with me through this.

So tonight my anthro club was cancelled (not that I've shown up in a few weeks anyway..I find I value sleep more....) so I had extra time to study and make up work for the exams I have coming up. So I went to study the way I always do; gather the books I need then wander around the internet procrastinating. This time I had my Anthropology book and needed to listen to music samples for my music culture class. After wasting about an hour or two, I decided that I felt squishy and managed to motivate myself to go to the rec center.

Now a few weeks ago a girl, Jenna and I decided that every Wednesday night, we would go to the rec center together. Since that first night, we've never gone again. I was sick one night, Jenna had forgotten and done her own exercising another. Tonight, she was still a no since she had gone yesterday and has a project to work on, but I decided that i felt too squishy and needed to start solving this. I changed, grabbed the ipod and my anthro book and off I went.

I decided to take the bus since it was to be stopping at Clawson in a few minutes anyway. There was some chick on the bench so I sat on this rock that's right beside the road and just started bouncing to my music and waited. The bus came in a few minutes and all and theres a layaway a few stops before the rec center. At the layaway the driver gets off and goes somewhere. I'm just looking out the window listening to music and texting Nate when the driver gets on and asks us if anyone got on the bus. All the people on (mostly girls) just look at him and he laughs to himself and is like "guess nobody wants to ride with us." Most of the girls on the bus are kinda just like O.O when the guy goes on and starts telling us how his radio is busted so if we want music he's got some CD's that he'd been playing all week. Really scratched CD's. Kid Rock Cd's. One girl spoke up and said she'd love to hear it, so the guy put it in. Really loudly. It wasn't bad music, just really loud music.

Luckily I got off soon and made it into the rec. I went for the elliptical's again and the guy sends me to 22. There's someone on it. I notice a machine a little down the row that's open but I go back to tell the guy and he's all confused. Another girl then comes back that he has just sent to another machine that was also filled. She had noticed two machines open so the guy just sends us to them. I first thought he was just not that great at his job but then I realized the girls were probably moving around on him. And I do mean girls. Only girls on the ellipticals.

I did the weight loss thing that had me go for about 30 minutes and propped up my anthropology book on the shelf thing to study while I ran. It took me all of 5 seconds to realize this wasn't the greatest of ideas. It's actually really really hard to read while bouncing up and down. This is when my marching band training comes into play. I managed to still my upper half while keeping the lower half trucking. I managed to more or less keep this up the entire half hour and finished a chapter in the book. Though I probably got less information than I should have, and the girl beside me kept giving weird looks considering the pictures in the book of early naked primates and such.

So I finish running and wipe off the elliptical and while I'm returning the rag I happened to glance at one of the girls a few machines down and realize it's my roommate. Neither of us had noticed the other. She was listening to music and concentrating so I left her alone but was laughing at the coincidence. I then, set off for the dorm. I have an Owl City playlist going. Now Owl City has this effect on me, where I have to try and sing and can't stay still. I make it outside and start bouncing to the music when I come to the stairs. Now I had just finished a half hour workout of over two miles with it centering just on my glutes, quads, and calves. Stairs are not my friend at this point. Nothing makes you realized how effective your workout was as going down 30+ stairs. After much stumbling and near death experiences I finally made it to the bottom.

Owl City is still playing so of course what does one do after nearly dying going down stairs and have a long trek home? Dance to the music of course! This is then why I'm better than most people. I mean, how many other people actually go out exercising and for a cool down, dance to Owl City, or any music in the style of an ipod commercial in front of people that are quite capable of judging one harshly? Across the entire campus. I do mean entire campus. The rec center is almost as far as possible from where I live. But then again, almost everything is as far away as possible from where I live, since I live in the boonies of a college campus.

I literally danced the whole way home. I even spun on a lamp post for good measure in one of the slower Owl City songs. I also achieved a moment almost perfect in nature; crossed an old fashioned stone bridge, with lamp posts, under a clear starry sky, quarter moon, listening and singing Vanilla Twilight, while texting my best and closest friend. It was pretty darn amazing. When I got back to the dorm I had to just stay outside and lay on a bench for a while and keep staring at the stars and continuing the playlist.

After that I returned inside to continue procrastinating for the night. A bit anti-climatic, but my ipod was nearly dead.

Got my Package!

So I finally made it to the mail center and picked up my package. On the way I had decided that it was probably shoes from my mom since a week ago she had asked about my shoe size as well as my address. So when I got the package I started laughing when I saw it was in fact a shoe box. A Pixar's Cars shoe box to be exact. Then I read the return address as the Staub family. Michelle's family. I started laughing hysterically. I didn't even make it home before I tore into it. I was hoping that it was the shoes as the box advertised them as going "vroom" when you walk. This idea was quite fun and I was hopeful. Alas in true Staub form, it was a care package. One of Jean's famous care packages. First off I found this:

A card inside with a lovely hand written message from Jean. Next I found this; 

Newspaper from home. Next down;

Socks for every day of the week, with it printed on them. Next was 

Chapstick! Never know when you need this! Then I found

Sooo Much candy. 3 musketeers, my favorite! As well as some cakes. Then came

Crayons! to go with:

A Spongebob colouring book!!!!!! Complete with

Spongebob tattoos!! 

This seriously made my week. I laughed so hard when going through this. I called Jean a few minutes later and just started laughing again. It was a great thing to receive. Though I do kinda wish the shoes were in there..but the trade off is more than worth it!! Thanks Jean!!

I have mail waiting for me.

Yesterday at 3:10 I got an e-mail saying I have a package waiting for me at the mail center. The mail center closes at 3:00 on Saturdays. It's closed all day Sunday so I have to wait until Monday to pick it up. I have no idea what it is, or who sent it. It is just a mysterious package waiting for me. I managed to forget about it for a little while, until I saw the e-mail again today. Now I just really want to know what it is. I don't expect anyone to send me anything, and no ones asked me if I received the thing they sent.

The suspense is hurtful. Who sent me a package? Why didn't the mail carrier tell me early enough for me to get it? What could it be? Why has no one cared if I received it, and asked about it, giving me clues? Who is sending me things here?

Tomorrow needs to come quicker. This extra hour in the day is not helping me get to tomorrow quicker.

I just wanna know...

It could be anything. it could be food. Cookies sent from some loving person, not my mom, she wouldn't do that.

It could be clothes sent from I don't know who.

It could be medical supplies since I was sick last weekend.

It could be books because someone thinks I need more.

It could be a blanket cause it's getting cold out.

It could be an assignment sent from some secret spy agency that just decided now to recruit me as an inside job to something big going down on campus, that nobody knows about yet.

It could be cleaning supplies.

It could be another piggy bank like my last package.

It could be a mug for my teapot.

It could be more coco moo since I'm running out.

AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh what could it be??? My impatience is not loving this....

Childhood Hero

Everyone has their childhood hero that they thought was the coolest person alive. Some people had Superman, others had Spider-man and the X-men, some had Archie, Arnold, Popeye, and many others. Your hero would be the person you saw on TV every night or someone you read about every day. Someone doing heroic things to awe and inspire you as a child, or in some cases the dastardly villain that you cheered for instead. The masterminds that you admired and hoped would win even if it meant the end of the world.

My childhood hero was none other than the unstoppable Godzilla. I grew up watching the subbed and sometimes dubbed versions of his movies. I spent the whole movies waiting for the moment he'd finally appear on screen to kick the crap out of Tokyo or fight the other monster kicking the crap out of Tokyo. He was technically the antagonist of the movie, but I still loved him. My brothers and I had all the toys and everything. Every night, Godzilla was our bedtime story. Jaime would have us all in his and Mom's room on the bed and put one in. Some nights we drove 45 minutes to the mall just to buy a new one. I was so young that I glazed over the story lines and actual plot, sometimes falling asleep, but I'd always be alert in time for the music to play Godzilla on screen.

What a great way to end a night. Watch a nuclear reacted giant lizard destroy a city either just to destroy it or by saving it from other monsters such a a three headed lizard (King Ghidora, and his return as Mecha-King Ghidora), a mutant plant monster (Biollante), an alien like creature (Destroyah) an alien frozen version of him self (Space Godzilla) a robot (Gigan) giant bat thing (Rodan(incidentally, Rodan was my worst nightmare as a kid. He was the one thing in all the movies that scared the crap out of me and I hated watching the movies with him in it.)) and also he fought things trying to save Tokyo such as MechaGodzilla, (a human powered mechanical Godzilla), and Mothra, (giant moth).

When I was growing up, watching this in my impressionable years, no one was stronger than him. No one could beat him. Tokyo just had to take it until he got bored and went home. His roar was more powerful than Mufasa's. The way his spines would glow right before he wasted the world with his nuclear blast. He was just awesome to me. Nobody could take out this amazing radioactive dinosaur.

Though, I feel it is worth pointing out, that for all the love I had for this city smashing dino, I also feared him. I was afraid of his massive self showing up in rural Ohio and taking us down to kill some time. The nights would be filled with hauntings of the sound of him and every creak was him coming for us. Though the fear there was nothing compared to the fear of Rodan. A freaking giant bat that was bloodthirsty. I couldn't handle that. There was no way I could survive the night with something like that loose in the world. My only hope was, if Rodan came for me, Godzilla would be there too to save me. Not because he cared, but because he's the world's biggest bully with a huge chip on his shoulder and he'd just happen to be there at the right time to protect us. That's what my little mind reasoned out.

Godzilla kicked butt and inspired a little kid like me to be destructive and intense in all I do. Probably not the best message from a childhood hero, but it's done me well so far in life.

Counting Backwards; Harder Than It Seems

So today Michelle and I were trying to figure out how old her dog is. She remembers getting Pip, her chawiener, (half wiener dog, half chihuahua. Makes for a short, long dog with bug eyes that licks you way too much and pees whenever you touch it. Or in my case she will pee even if I'm just pointing at her..), two days before we started 7th grade. Now we just need to figure out what year that was. Our conversation then goes like this:

"Well you're a freshman in college, count back. 6."-me

 "for some reason I feel like I need to draw a picture to figure this one out"-Michelle

" Haha, 2005. It was fall of 05 if my counting's right, 6 school years." (It's not right)

"so shes 6?"

 "It's 2010 Michelle. 5+5=10"

 "oh, i thought this was 11.........cause it would be when we get out of here. what the heck. my brain is not on."

Now I had yet to see my mistake in counting yet. Until 20 minutes later when I have a realization.

"We started 7th grade in 2004. James graduated in 2006. We were in 8th grade. So 7th in 04. 04-10 is then 6 years."

"ohhh"

And thus we finally had our answer. I hate having to count backwards. Especially school years like that. Since theres always two different calendar years to one school year I'm always wrong. People seem to be able to tell you the exact years they were in what grade, or at least the year they started school. I can't do that. It takes twenty minutes of counting around to figure it out.

It's not only years. I can't count my age for any grade either. I only know the age I am now in the grade I'm in now. Unless it's right after my birthday, then I always forget to add a year. I'm envious of people that can go, "oh I was 8 that year, cause I was in 3rd grade." I'm just like O.O when people say things like that. I'm like "I was 8 sometime in my life. I'm 19 now, so I had to be 8 at some point. And I'm in college so I was in the 3rd grade before. If those two events collided, well that'd be convenient."

People usually just look at me weird after that. I just have nooo idea how old I was at various times in my life. I don't know how old I was for family vacations, just that I wasn't old enough to remember them. I don't know how old I was when I learned to ride a bike, just that it happened. (I just want to say, my parents did not teach me how to ride, nor did my brothers. One day I just got on the stupid bike and went for like 3 feet fell over and went inside happy. After that I never really had problems. Except for that one huge crash. It wasn't my fault, it was my dad's. He grabbed my handlebars. And no, I don't know how old I was.)

I guess I'll just have to make up a handy pocket guide to my ages and school years. Just whip it out when I need it, which is more often than I should. (That sounds a little dirty, and I giggled like a little girl when rereading it. Which is the only reason I'm keeping that in.) But hopefully, being able to count this stuff never becomes vitally important, like life or death because I can't do it. I'm content to know that at some point, I was that young, and at some time I was in those grades. It's close enough and good enough for me.

Friday Nights

So I found myself alone this Friday night (not that unusual). My normal crew is probably drinking tonight and my roommate is always gone until Sunday. Homework's done and I don't feel like working ahead. My sleeps not behind tonight so, I started to play with my hair. Something I never do. It's just not something that interests me. I figured worst to worst it would give me something to blog about. So I took some pictures with my crappy webcam for you guys, turned up my Owl City playlist and risked loosing my hands in the curly mess.

So I started out with my hair like this.

I wandered through my hair things box to find out I still own my kitty ears!! Playing ensured for a while before continuation of my hair project.

hehe I just love the kitty ears!

This was two hair clips, to create two separate messes of curls.

Two buns on my head with more hair just down.

 From the top.

Two buns turned to 4. Now the back of my heads like a 4 leaf clover!

It's hard to see, but it is there. Now, I found this next thing in my hair stuff box.

WHAT IS THIS?? Does anyone know?? I don't even know what it is, let alone how to use it... Moving on..

This is an elegant look. More angles down below.

The nature curls are helpful when going for elegance.

That becomes more evident from the back. Now the best part about this? I only used bobby pins. How many? Well I don't know how many went in, but I've pulled out 18. More could have been eaten by my hair. I'm not sure. We will never know.

The ribbons show more how its elegant.

The butt in the background is my roommate. She came in while I was doing this and started dying her hair with two other girls. I think she shows up in another picture.

Yup there she is.

Two hair sticks to make two buns! They were kinda tight, and hurt.

One hair stick, half my hair. Not too shabby. And thus we come to my favorite one;

PANDA!! Isn't he adorable? I adopted him from the Columbus Zoo this past summer.  He's been protecting me while I sleep ever since. I get to hug his soft furry body, and he keeps people from intruding coming near me. It's a good deal.

I guess in retrospect I didn't really do that much with my hair. I got bored actually during the bobby pins. The last few I threw together in a couple seconds for bulk. I'm just not a hair person. I hope you get more enjoyment out of it than I did in the end.

I need a haircut...

A KFC buffet and my first trip to a hospital.

So as you can probably guess I'm sick. It has been a crazy time leading up to this point. 

So Friday, after Spanish class in the morning I had a few hours (4) of downtime before my next class. I ended up falling asleep. I woke up in time for class and realized something was amiss. My head was throbbing. This is something completely new for me. I have never really had a headache before. I didn't know what to do or how to cope. So I went to class and suffered the entire time. 

I came home and attempted to start to sleep it off. I made it about an hour before I remembered a friend was taking me to walmart soon and I had to go meet him. I walked down to the basement to find four of the guys getting ready to leave. They were going to KFC. Not just any KFC. The one in Greenville because it has a buffet. I was in before Scott finished the sentence. Off we went, and I texted the other guy that I wasn't going with him anymore to Walmart. 

So off we go. And go. and go. Nobody knows where we're going. So I break out my phone for navigating. No service. Another guy breaks out his, service but we miss a turn, he loses service in time for recalculating. Now Greenville is in the direction of where I live. I know at least how to get home. And I know I will have service if we go this way. earlier it had been asked if 27 was the same as 127, and being sarcastic me, I said, "yeah just with a 1 in front.." There was discrepancies but finally we just turn around and go back into Oxford to go the route I know and my phone gets service enough that we can follow it.

An hour later we finally get to KFC. 3 plates each, we head back. My headache can't decide if it wants to throb or subside. I sleep the entire ride home on Chris's back. We get back to Oxford a little after 8 and I stumble upstairs and basically just spend the rest of the night half asleep, half awake.

The next morning, I wake up with the headache still, and cold shivers like a drug addict. I took my temp and it' was over 100. Great. Just 101 so not too bad. Yet. I work on sleeping it off, and posting my hours. Around 10am I decide maybe I should go to the clinic. So I text the one person that tells me to text her for these things. She doesn't respond for 4 hours, because she's in rehearsal. Around 2, I recheck my temp and it's at 102.2. I think that it's probably time to really get to the clinic. that's across the campus. I wrap myself in a blanket and waddle downstairs to the basement. As I had hoped a few of the guys are all gathered down there. I ask them if one of them can give me a ride. After about ten minutes, Scot says he will and off we go. He drops me at the clinic and I tell him to go back home, cause I don't know how long it will take, and I can just text Jenna when I need a ride back.

He leaves, and I go to the door. This is when I learn the heard truth. The clinic is closed on weekends. They give a number for a hospital. The number is disconnected. Seriously?? I don't have a number for Scot and I don't know where the hospital is. I text Jenna asking her and after a while she sends Scot back to get me. I'm passed out on the sidewalk wrapped up in my blanket by time he gets there. He drops me at the hospital and we go through the same drill. Good thing too. I'm there for hours.

So I get in there and they send me to the urgent car/emergency room area. There's quite a few people there, and not even students. I have to fill out all this stuff, as I've never been there before and have to go wait. I find one of the last chairs and realize I'm very thirsty. I spied a vending machine and go for it. All they have is pop, which I don't drink, and only take money, which I don't have. Only a credit card. I go back to my seat defeated, to find some girls had come in, and taken it. I lean up against a wall and just sit down, wrapped in my blanket.

I only have to wait like 10 minutes or so, before the nurse calls me in. She takes my blood pressure and everything, and while going through the questions, she gives me a death look when I say there's no chance I'm pregnant. I mean, really? A death look? Do I look like someone that's sleeping around? Is it just because I'm a student at Miami? What could really constitute that look?

In the end she gives me some pills and sends me to another room. Another nurse comes in and has me change into a gown. I don't know how many of you have had this experience of changing into a hospital gown, but alone and sick and shivering, it's next to impossible. there's like a string on the bottom and on at the top for tying, something's like folding, I can't get passed my hair, I was all stages of lost. Bows kept untying, so I had to just double knot it. I crawled into the bed, which was a lot more comfortable than I was expecting, and just waited for the nurse to come back.

After some breathing tests and stuff, and some water, the doctor comes in and announces they want to test me for influenza. This is the only thing he thinks it could be. Influenza. He's stumped because I'm not throwing up nor frequenting the bathroom. So of course it could be influenza... To test for influenza, they have to stick this extra long Q-tip up farther in my nose, than anything should be. Not just stick it up there, but twist it around and everything for a while. This freaking hurts! I wanted to cry. Then, they also want a urine sample, to test for something else.

I'm not to down with the sample but it's gotta be done. Luckily, the hardest part was walking to the bathroom in a gown trying not to flash anyone. I then get to play the waiting game and even fall asleep for a while. Both tests come out negative so they decide I just have a virus and come back if I throw up green stuff. Um, what?? Throwing up green stuff. Are they experiencing a lot of this right now?? Are other people throwing up green stuff in other rooms at this moment? Is it radioactive? What's going on? But anyway, they tell me to buy Motricine or Advil and send me off.

Scot comes and gets me, takes me to Walgreens and I spend the rest of the weekend in bed. Monday's looking the same. My fever only goes down when I'm drugged, but not being a natural drug taker, I never remember to take them, until I'm shivering with a fever again. It's a horrible cycle. Let's see how long it lasts. 

A dream too crazy to not share.

So last night I had an intense longish dream and I had to share it.

It starts out with me on the side of a soccer field before a game with my high school. I'm warming up before I realize that I don't play soccer anymore and I quit because I didn't enjoy playing in such a competitive setting. I realized Mom had tricked me into suddenly playing again and I wasn't even ready for the game.I had no water or anything. The other girls on the team started yelling at me to just suck it up and play. This point I realized that they were short most of a team, against a huge team. I decided that FINE I'LL PLAY THIS ONE GAME. Then it turns out the game's the next day.

So I come back to play it and on the route there I see all these cars suspended by rope in the air. A blonde lady that I don't recognize is the one making sure they are tied up there. For some reason I decided to help people get them down. We slash the cars down with us in them (I have noo idea) and try to get away. The lady (henceforth known as Lady) is furious. The guy in the back, with the last car is the first to get his on and pushes all of us forward up a hill and we slowly all get ours on. I flee to my house and pass Michelle and her family in their huge black Tahoe. They park in my driveway and run inside. I'm working on it and after parking in the driveway, I'm grabbed by some Miami guys that also had stolen cars. We decide to all hide out together and Lady is coming after us with her horde of thugs to get us. I call Michelle and Jessica trying to figure out where they are and find out they are hiding across the street in a partial corn field with some benches in it.

I take the guys there to find everyone that had stolen a car hiding out an we know Lady is coming. We hide up against a wall of corn and can see the road and we see and old lady in red walking her dog. We all put up the hoods of the sweatshirts we're all wearing, and wait. The old lady turns and walks around us seemingly not seeing us and passes by. I'm on the end so I watch her turn to leave the area we are and we all kinda relax a bit. Then the old lady leans back through the turn and looks right at us smiling a really really creepy smile. She's like

"Did you really think I didn't see you?"

She then starts laughing a serial killer laugh and starts yelling for Lady. We all scatter and decided to run away together. We go through this door in a wall and theres a system of catacombs and we split up deciding to meet at the end where there's kayaks waiting to take us upriver and away. I'm with some other old lady that I don't recognize and we make it there in a short amount of time. We get in the kayaks and everyone else appears and we start going down river that looks a lot like an expanded version of the water park at Kings Island.

We're all having fun and racing and are glad to get away. I, for some reason, think it's a good idea to text Nate who keeps asking where I am. I tell him I can't tell him that right now, but I'd come find him later. We're almost to the end of the river when we look to the bank and see Lady there riding horses and following us and laughing. She's all

"Did you think you would get away? I can find you, wherever you are! You can't hide from me!"

 We get to a reservoir and all her thugs start coming to attack us. We all start opening up some tenso moves and beat them all up including Lady.

This is then where I wake up. Besides my thoughts of what the heck was that, I'm left wondering; were we fighting good guys or bad guys? Was lady a law enforcement officer or a gang drug lord that stole cars?

I know I'll never know.