Archive for May, 2004

Long needed update

Friday, May 28th, 2004

Blah blah blah… I have too many books.

Blah blah blah… Orson Scott Card writing workshop is in like… two weeks. Woohoo! ^^ Wait, less than that. Anyway.

Blah blah blah… Chaz gave me his address at camp and wants me to write him. I'm amused. Seriously, I don't know where I stand with that boy. I think he's just hoarding aquaintances in case he ever goes into politics.

Ummm… I know I have more to say… Oh! Looks like I really am gonna get my eyes lasered so that I can seeeeeeeee. Go me. I'm excited. I HATE glasses with a passion that cannot be expressed in words and I probably <i>could</i> wear a contact in my right eye right now, but every time it waters it stings like a bitch and I don't want to chance it.

Oooh… Mom and I rode 35 miles today on our bikes. Go me again. Must…get…road…bike. Hybrids suck. Oh, the fabulousness continues. <i>After</i> riding 35 miles I went to the Country Club to work out with my mother's personal trainer Lee. He let me use the punching bags. Two things. 1: Punching bags rule. 2: Punching bags make you hella tired.

Blah blah blah… that's my life. I miss New Orleans though… and Sarah… and Ellen… and Arynne… meh. I don't wanna grow up.

In other news…

Wednesday, May 19th, 2004

My spacebar has decided to only work 52.7% of the time and I've broken into tears twice tonight. Go me. Both times over stupid disagreements with my mother over how much of my stuff I'm allowed to store in my room… Although as soon as she found out that I was sobbing hysterically (thanks to my brother) she apologized… sortof… in her own way. Everyone in my family is walking on eggshells around me now. It's almost amusing. Anyway, that's all for now.

Oh yeah, Kris and Noki still suck. :P

And if Robert is reading this, since you're the master of all woodland creatures, maybe you can take a trip to NC and teach our cat how to stand up for herself.

And if Sarah is reading this (which she better :P) I left you the microwave and the vacuum since I figured you'd need them if you're staying through the 24th. Feel free just to throw them away when you leave or keep them if you want them. Frick, come to think of it, I didn't check all the kitchen cabinets when I left… I might have forgotten other stuff too… sorry :( Oh, but my mother swept out the whole living room so that's clean.

And if Katie is reading this, which I doubt… good luck in life.

Announcement

Wednesday, May 19th, 2004

Kris and Noki officially suck for going to bed before I got online tonight. :P

Dreams

Monday, May 10th, 2004

I suppose before I forget it.

I dreamed of the Pope last night. Magically I went back in time when my mother, aunt, and grandmother went to Italy and I was with them. I went up to the Pope to ask him a question.

I don’t remember the question. Something about… if things I felt were wrong really were wrong. That's not even pitifully close to the actual question, it was something specific. He said yes, they were and I should do penance. I didn't like his answer. Basically it was confirming that self-sacrifice is the way to go. We talked about other things, things I don't remember. At one point I knew that now that I had talked to the Pope, touched him, he was going to die. Soon, within the month. Our conversation was recorded in a book, I saw him give a judgement in a trial that was suddenly there. Something about schizophrenics… *sigh* It was random.

He told me to tell my grandmother… some cure or remedy wasn't working or wasn't going to work. Only my grandmother had never talked to him so he must've had me confused with someone else's grand-daughter?

What it means: The Pope is the symbol for Catholocism, my own spirituality, etc. He's also the go-between for God. I went to him for an answer, if there was going to be a 'truth' he was going to have it. I asked a question, didn't like the answer. However, it was an answer I feared. He was only confirming my suspicion. But I liked the Pope in the dream, despite his answer. I remember thinking I could never say anything bad about him now, or listen to anyone say anything bad about him. He was an alright guy. In other words, despite the fact that my self-sacrificing tendencies come from my conflict with religion, I'm still comfortable with it. Well duh, I knew that already.

Another quick dream symbol and it's meaning. I had another dream in which I took a Venetian glass pen that I bought recently, dipped it in an inkwell, and wrote my name multiple times. It's something I've done in real life, no big deal. Working on writing my signature.

A pen means 'self expression'. Also consider the phrase 'the pen is mightier than the sword'. This dream comes quickly after a conversation with Ellen where she encouraged me with my writing, how the best way to battle my family was to be myself.

The inkwell was broken, I had to dip it in the sides in order to get ink. Well clearly in order to draw inspiration or in order to accomplish the task of writing I'm going to have to work around a source that is broken, damaged, find narrow access to it.

Heh, just looked up the symbol for inkwell: To see bottles of ink in your dream, suggests that a solution to your problem will soon become apparent.

Sometimes dreams are so obvious it's annoying.