30 September 2006
Posting from GG's house
Hey everyone I'm at GG's house posting from her computer and it's awesome because I'm listening to JAWS. But I can't hear that fast!! I must learn to listen faster and I'm going to learn how to read braille too!! Yeah!!
28 September 2006
The Pudding
Well I have verbal proof of SL's addiction. A person who shall remain nameless brought it up to me last night without my even speaking of the theory/possibility. I'm so sad for SL. He's too young to be dealing with that kind of thing.
27 September 2006
GG's Music Survey
What are you listening to right now? Country Music Mix CD
What song makes you sad? "God Bless the Broken Road" by Rascall Flats
What is the most annoying song in the world? "Chocolate Salty Balls" by Chef from South Park
Your all time favorite band? The Beatles
Your newly discovered band is? Rush, lol
Best female voice? KT Tunstall
Best male voice? Frank Sinatra
Music type you find yourself listening to most? Alternative/Country
What do you listen to, to hype you up? Alanis Morrisette
What do you listen to when you want to calm down? Talk Radio!
Last gig/concert you went to? Eh... The Decals at Eldo's I suppose. The Last concert was Hank Williams, Jr.
Band you find yourself listening to most right now? n/a, I've been listening to a lot of country.
Most hated band? Boy Bands
Song that makes you think? "Mess" by Ben Folds Five
Band that you think the world should love as much as you do? Rob Zombie
Coolest music video? I have no idea!
Can you play a musical instrument? I can kinda play the piano and the drums. Emphasis on KINDA.
Ever been in a mosh pit? No way.
Are you in a band? Nope.
Ever dated a musician? Yes.
Do you wish yourself that you were a musician? Yes!
Best chick band you know of? Eh... I don't much like female singers.
Last song that you heard on the radio? some Billy Joel I think, cuz this song is in my head. "I don't care what you say this is my life..."
What do you think of classical music? Love it.
What do you think of country music? I LOVE the old stuff, but the new poppy crap I can take or leave.
What do you think of death metal? Fair.
Last BIG band that you saw live? Black Crows? Aerosmith? It's been awhile.
Are you a groupie? I would be for Steven Tyler.
Do you listen to music in foreign languages? En Espanol.
Worst concert moment? Some drunk hillbilly almost yakked on me at Hank Williams, Jr.
Funny concert moment? I guess I'll go with tossing my bra to Kid Rock at Blitz Fest '99. He caught it and put it around his neck. This will also qualify for "Best Concert Moment."
Sad concert moment? Meeting Hank Williams, Jr. and realising he's not as awesome as he seems on stage. But he is really tall.
Best local act you can think of? I don't even know any really.
If you were a musical instrument, what would you be? Bongos. This is obvious.
Do you listen to the radio? Rarely.
Do you watch music TV? I watch shows on VH1.
Do you follow the music charts, like the top 40? Nope
Are any of your friends/family etc. musicians? Yes. A lot of them. NMc, OA, CL, etc. etc. etc.
Song that best describes your feelings right now? "When It's Over" by Julie Roberts
Song that describes your life? "Mess" by Ben Folds Five
Do you know the names of all the bands members that you listen to? Nope. I can't even tell you anyone in Aerosmith other than Joe Perry and Steven Tyler, and they are my #2 favorite band.
Does a musician's physical attractiveness play a role in the music that you listen to? Not really. It helps though hahaha!
What famous musician do you want to marry? I think marrying a famous musician would probably be a pretty bad idea.
Favorite movie soundtrack? "Summer of Sam"
Any musician pet peeves? Drama. And self-righteousness. Like Bono.
Do you wear band T-shirts? I only have one!
What do you think of people who do? Whatever. Who cares as long as they are clean.
What music sub-culture do you feel like you belong to? Indy? Folk?
What song is stuck in your head right now? Billy Joel. The one that was the theme song from "Bosom Buddies"
Do you sing in the shower? Not anymore really
If so, what? Whatever song I want to practice for karaoke. Often I find myself singing "Amazing Grace" because it sounds great with the accoustics!!
Would you rather marry a musician or be one yourself? I don't care.
How important is your partner's taste in music to you? It helps if they like the same kind, but it's not really that major.
The Backstreet Boys move in next door to you, do you go introduce yourself, or do you arrange to beat them up? I'd go introduce myself cuz I'm sure they will have some hot friends to bang and lots of free alcohol.
Post Post
I forgot to mention some stuff!! In that long long post, I actually left some things out!!
OK, let's see.
1) I lost 7 lbs in 4 weeks.
2) I read "The DaVinci Code" and I was highly disappointed.
3) I'm filing for bankruptcy.
4) The karaoke contest was cancelled, now I can't win $5,000.
Well that's it. Thanks.
OK, let's see.
1) I lost 7 lbs in 4 weeks.
2) I read "The DaVinci Code" and I was highly disappointed.
3) I'm filing for bankruptcy.
4) The karaoke contest was cancelled, now I can't win $5,000.
Well that's it. Thanks.
Take your memories, I don't need them.
Alright, so I'm still sad over SL leaving, but knowing that it was the right decision helps. Knowing that he's miserable down there also helps. Maybe that's wrong of me, but I can't help it.
I have a new theory, and it may seem like I am trying to shift all the blame to him, but I'm not. I think that SL has a problem with prescription medication. He wanted so badly to get on adderall, supposedly because he has ADD. That's when it all started. I was thrilled for him to get on it, because I thought it would make him focus, which he did have a little problem with. But he turned slightly strange when he got on the adderall. Then it was Klonopin. Then free samples of Celebrex. Then he had to take Meclazine (Dramamine) for the nausea that these meds were causing. In addition to that he took aspirin and some Chinese brain pills every day. It was ridiculous. He was obsessed with pharmaceuticals, and it was pretty much all he talked about. I was irritated with it because it seemed like he was acting like he knew everything, but looking back he just knew way too much for only being a pharmacy tech. Not that that's a bad thing, but when you're self medicating and convincing a doctor to prescribe things for you... that's a bad thing. Anyway, last week before he moved away, last Wednesday actually, while I was out he sent me a text message saying he was on his way home from the hospital. How he got there, I do not know. I didn't drive him. And the closest one, St. Ann's, is like five or more miles away and not easy to walk to. Regardless, he found out that he had a viral infection and a boxer's fracture. I found this slightly amusing because supposedly he had the fracture for a week (it came from punching the walls upstairs!) and had never said one single word about it. So he ends up getting two prescriptions, one for the viral infection and one for the fracture... which just happens to be Percocet. He used a fake name at the hospital and even filled the script at the CVS where he worked under the same fake name! How is this even possible?! Well the other night, I got a text message saying he was in the hospital again (in Florida.) For his back. I told him not to get any more scripts and he said he wasn't, but... I don't know. According to my doctor, if someone takes adderall, it acts like speed. The person is more quick to be angered, violent, and irritable. Then when it wears off, they are lacadaisical. This describes SL completely, and he never used to be that way. I just don't know. I hope I'm wrong, but it makes complete sense, and he'll probably read this and get pissed off, but what can I say?
I'm worried about him. We had such a great relationship up until the last two or three months. No major problems, no issues really, it was just great. I was so happy. I feel now like a piece of me is actually missing. I've never felt this way about someone leaving my life, not my husband, not TM, not MF... no one. It still hurts, and I try to rationalize things, even try focusing on the terrible things and the bad things and I still want him to come back. It's easier when I am not alone, but when I'm just at home doing nothing I find myself crying over TV commercials and when I hear songs I cry over those too. It's ridiculous. I got weepy yesterday because I was watching Jeopardy and I thought about how SL and I used to watch Jeopardy all the time together. It's so lame. I know he can't come back, I know he won't come back, but there is that little bit of hope inside me that says we can work things out someday. I almost lost my job because of fighting with him. Things got violent. It was out of control. But I still want him to come back. I'm just grieving still I guess.
SL is miserable in Florida, and I knew he would be. He hates the heat, living with his dad and being told what to do all the time, and the new CVS's where he works. He has no car and nothing to do except hang out with RS. And RS has a pregnant girlfriend and a job so that's not even possible all the time. I feel slightly bad for SL, but just slightly. He shouldn't have moved to Florida, he should have stayed here so we could work things out the way we planned. I almost feel like he didn't even care and the way he left was like the coward's way out. Instead of facing the music and working on things for real, he just left. He says it's because I told him I wanted him out, and I hated him, which I did say (mostly out of anger), but I never said I wanted him to leave the state. Just the house. *sigh* I'm just in a weird place right now. I just heard our song on the radio and it gave me the shivers like I was going to puke.
On to something much happier, let's talk about the weekend!
Friday night I did nothing. At least, I don't remember doing anything, so I must not have. I vaugely remember watching a lot of Law & Order. Saturday I went to WR's house for the OSU game vs. Penn State. It was a shitty game (just ask Joe Paterno) up until OSU scored a whole bunch and killed the Knittany Lions. Yee Haw! It was a fun time, a few other folks I know were there, we had pizza (omg! Donato's Mariachi Pizza! Mmmmm!) and shots and lots of beer. It was great. D*Martin called me around eight and said to head over to Poke's house. I did so, and we hung out there for awhile, had a couple beers, just chilled. D*Martin's ex called him up to meet at the Half Time Tavern on Bethel, so with much debate we finally went. D*Martin drove seperately, and when we got there he was nowhere to be found. I went in the bar and to the bathroom to call him, and when he answered he was puking his guts out. I'm like what the fuck. I would have called back! Then he's finally done and says he's in the parking lot. Poke and I go out there and find him, as he's projectile vomiting on the side of the car - or so I think, but he's really just spitting out mouthwash. I run around to the other side and almost step in the real puke. It was a very tragic twenty seconds. He tells us some story about making himself yak because he's afraid he's going to get in a fight with his ex's new man or something... whatever, I know he's wasted. The next day I found out that he kept drinking after that, went to this bar down on the south end, and drove home while puking out the door. He drove straight, he knew for sure, because he was looking at the yellow line while he yakked. Christ. ANYWAY! Poke and I headed over to Otani to do some karaoke, and it was so shitty. It took about twenty minutes to get a water, ten more minutes to get a beer for him and a martini for me, then he sang and my name never even got called, and we left. We bolted. We drank and dashed so to speak... At least he left some cash on the table for them. Not enough to cover it, but still, a little bit. Our table was probably only about $8 anyway, but seriously, they sucked. Which surprised me because I've always gotten good service there! After that we went over to Springer's Pub to meet up with the guys I work with for a sort-of birthday celebration. It was just a bunch of us hanging out. Poke and I shared two large beers, and then headed home. We thought it was like one thirty in the morning, and when we got home, it was only eleven thirty!! We joked about being like old people, tried to drink some Natty Ice, and then... well... we went to bed... Poke and Kel-Bell style. Then he woke me up at six a.m., which was nice... Then I finally got up for good around ten a.m. and took him home. He even kissed me in front of his neighbors! I was shocked. He told me this long thing about how he would never make a good boyfriend or husband, because it's just not his style, and I was laughing inside because I didn't even bring it up. We tried to date once, for like 24 hours, and it just didn't work. Too much going on. If it happens it happens but I'm not even looking for it. Especially now.
I chilled at home all day Sunday, and went to Brewstir's around ten thirty. At first it was so dead. Cat and Crash showed up, the kid I punched in the face was there, and a few folks who I didn't know and who weren't there for karaoke. D*Martin put all my drinks on his tab that night, which was really awesome of him. There were these two guys, a cowboy and a dego wop skank (who ended up actually being norweigan/irish/something heritage but he looked like a greaser), and they were in town on business selling furniture or something. The cowboy, Chris, was really sweet and nice, and the skank, Mike, was nice too, except he kept doing the drunk lean. It was so annoying. I'm trying to sit in my chair and he's like leaning hard on me, and I'm like wtf mate?! Get off me!! He was almost trying to bang me right there in the bar, and I was so not interested. Dooger showed up later on, so I was trying to hang out with him more, to get away from skank. The Aerosmith guy was there too, and I traded him my boring purple lighter for his awesome purple rubbery lighter. Yeah! What had started as a boring evening had become a great fun one, and I was so happy. When the bar closed, I felt I was too wasted to drive home, so I went up to Dooger's apartment to chill for an hour or so. Of course things led to things and... Yeah. But that's okay, he's a swell guy. But he sweats a lot. I got home around 4am.
Monday, work was very very long. It seemed like the longest day ever. I went home, took a nap, and then ate some chicken rice and headed to Triple 16 for the Sandogg's welcome back party. This night, much like the night before, started off terribly boring. It was only Cat, Crash, Mr. Boston, and myself. Well and some folks I didn't know. The Triple 16 pretty much sucks, but I like it because it's fairly cheap and I get to sing a lot. OA, Sandogg, Lady K, Jorge, and some guy I recognized but couldn't remember his name showed up around ten thirty. Roch was there too. She and I sat and talked for a long time. Man, she is so awesome. We had a great time. We were dancing with Crash, there were shots everywhere, Cat bought me a little pitcher and I got one of my own (heck it was only $4!) and it was just a really fun time. I'm lucky to have such great friends. Dooger showed up really late again, and he ended up coming back to my house. We sat and talked for awhile, then went to bed. That night he wasn't as sweaty...! He slept over, and left around 8 a.m., which was fine because I had to get up for work anyway.
Yesterday I did nothing. Work was long and slow again, and I wasn't feeling like number one after having been drunk for three straight nights. I went to Kroger and bought some groceries, decided to have chinese food for dinner, and then went home. I watched Jeopardy, surfed the internet for a little while, and spent the rest of the night watched Law & Order and SVU. It was swell. I just relaxed, hung out with the cats, and didn't do a damn thing.
Tonight I might head over to Brewstir's since my cable has been shut off til Friday, but I really can't afford it, so I'm not sure. I could just drink water, no big deal, and I'm sure someone will buy me a beer, haha. I'm always like "no no I'm good" and they get me one anyway. It's cool. When I have money I will be buying everyone beers too.
I have a new theory, and it may seem like I am trying to shift all the blame to him, but I'm not. I think that SL has a problem with prescription medication. He wanted so badly to get on adderall, supposedly because he has ADD. That's when it all started. I was thrilled for him to get on it, because I thought it would make him focus, which he did have a little problem with. But he turned slightly strange when he got on the adderall. Then it was Klonopin. Then free samples of Celebrex. Then he had to take Meclazine (Dramamine) for the nausea that these meds were causing. In addition to that he took aspirin and some Chinese brain pills every day. It was ridiculous. He was obsessed with pharmaceuticals, and it was pretty much all he talked about. I was irritated with it because it seemed like he was acting like he knew everything, but looking back he just knew way too much for only being a pharmacy tech. Not that that's a bad thing, but when you're self medicating and convincing a doctor to prescribe things for you... that's a bad thing. Anyway, last week before he moved away, last Wednesday actually, while I was out he sent me a text message saying he was on his way home from the hospital. How he got there, I do not know. I didn't drive him. And the closest one, St. Ann's, is like five or more miles away and not easy to walk to. Regardless, he found out that he had a viral infection and a boxer's fracture. I found this slightly amusing because supposedly he had the fracture for a week (it came from punching the walls upstairs!) and had never said one single word about it. So he ends up getting two prescriptions, one for the viral infection and one for the fracture... which just happens to be Percocet. He used a fake name at the hospital and even filled the script at the CVS where he worked under the same fake name! How is this even possible?! Well the other night, I got a text message saying he was in the hospital again (in Florida.) For his back. I told him not to get any more scripts and he said he wasn't, but... I don't know. According to my doctor, if someone takes adderall, it acts like speed. The person is more quick to be angered, violent, and irritable. Then when it wears off, they are lacadaisical. This describes SL completely, and he never used to be that way. I just don't know. I hope I'm wrong, but it makes complete sense, and he'll probably read this and get pissed off, but what can I say?
I'm worried about him. We had such a great relationship up until the last two or three months. No major problems, no issues really, it was just great. I was so happy. I feel now like a piece of me is actually missing. I've never felt this way about someone leaving my life, not my husband, not TM, not MF... no one. It still hurts, and I try to rationalize things, even try focusing on the terrible things and the bad things and I still want him to come back. It's easier when I am not alone, but when I'm just at home doing nothing I find myself crying over TV commercials and when I hear songs I cry over those too. It's ridiculous. I got weepy yesterday because I was watching Jeopardy and I thought about how SL and I used to watch Jeopardy all the time together. It's so lame. I know he can't come back, I know he won't come back, but there is that little bit of hope inside me that says we can work things out someday. I almost lost my job because of fighting with him. Things got violent. It was out of control. But I still want him to come back. I'm just grieving still I guess.
SL is miserable in Florida, and I knew he would be. He hates the heat, living with his dad and being told what to do all the time, and the new CVS's where he works. He has no car and nothing to do except hang out with RS. And RS has a pregnant girlfriend and a job so that's not even possible all the time. I feel slightly bad for SL, but just slightly. He shouldn't have moved to Florida, he should have stayed here so we could work things out the way we planned. I almost feel like he didn't even care and the way he left was like the coward's way out. Instead of facing the music and working on things for real, he just left. He says it's because I told him I wanted him out, and I hated him, which I did say (mostly out of anger), but I never said I wanted him to leave the state. Just the house. *sigh* I'm just in a weird place right now. I just heard our song on the radio and it gave me the shivers like I was going to puke.
On to something much happier, let's talk about the weekend!
Friday night I did nothing. At least, I don't remember doing anything, so I must not have. I vaugely remember watching a lot of Law & Order. Saturday I went to WR's house for the OSU game vs. Penn State. It was a shitty game (just ask Joe Paterno) up until OSU scored a whole bunch and killed the Knittany Lions. Yee Haw! It was a fun time, a few other folks I know were there, we had pizza (omg! Donato's Mariachi Pizza! Mmmmm!) and shots and lots of beer. It was great. D*Martin called me around eight and said to head over to Poke's house. I did so, and we hung out there for awhile, had a couple beers, just chilled. D*Martin's ex called him up to meet at the Half Time Tavern on Bethel, so with much debate we finally went. D*Martin drove seperately, and when we got there he was nowhere to be found. I went in the bar and to the bathroom to call him, and when he answered he was puking his guts out. I'm like what the fuck. I would have called back! Then he's finally done and says he's in the parking lot. Poke and I go out there and find him, as he's projectile vomiting on the side of the car - or so I think, but he's really just spitting out mouthwash. I run around to the other side and almost step in the real puke. It was a very tragic twenty seconds. He tells us some story about making himself yak because he's afraid he's going to get in a fight with his ex's new man or something... whatever, I know he's wasted. The next day I found out that he kept drinking after that, went to this bar down on the south end, and drove home while puking out the door. He drove straight, he knew for sure, because he was looking at the yellow line while he yakked. Christ. ANYWAY! Poke and I headed over to Otani to do some karaoke, and it was so shitty. It took about twenty minutes to get a water, ten more minutes to get a beer for him and a martini for me, then he sang and my name never even got called, and we left. We bolted. We drank and dashed so to speak... At least he left some cash on the table for them. Not enough to cover it, but still, a little bit. Our table was probably only about $8 anyway, but seriously, they sucked. Which surprised me because I've always gotten good service there! After that we went over to Springer's Pub to meet up with the guys I work with for a sort-of birthday celebration. It was just a bunch of us hanging out. Poke and I shared two large beers, and then headed home. We thought it was like one thirty in the morning, and when we got home, it was only eleven thirty!! We joked about being like old people, tried to drink some Natty Ice, and then... well... we went to bed... Poke and Kel-Bell style. Then he woke me up at six a.m., which was nice... Then I finally got up for good around ten a.m. and took him home. He even kissed me in front of his neighbors! I was shocked. He told me this long thing about how he would never make a good boyfriend or husband, because it's just not his style, and I was laughing inside because I didn't even bring it up. We tried to date once, for like 24 hours, and it just didn't work. Too much going on. If it happens it happens but I'm not even looking for it. Especially now.
I chilled at home all day Sunday, and went to Brewstir's around ten thirty. At first it was so dead. Cat and Crash showed up, the kid I punched in the face was there, and a few folks who I didn't know and who weren't there for karaoke. D*Martin put all my drinks on his tab that night, which was really awesome of him. There were these two guys, a cowboy and a dego wop skank (who ended up actually being norweigan/irish/something heritage but he looked like a greaser), and they were in town on business selling furniture or something. The cowboy, Chris, was really sweet and nice, and the skank, Mike, was nice too, except he kept doing the drunk lean. It was so annoying. I'm trying to sit in my chair and he's like leaning hard on me, and I'm like wtf mate?! Get off me!! He was almost trying to bang me right there in the bar, and I was so not interested. Dooger showed up later on, so I was trying to hang out with him more, to get away from skank. The Aerosmith guy was there too, and I traded him my boring purple lighter for his awesome purple rubbery lighter. Yeah! What had started as a boring evening had become a great fun one, and I was so happy. When the bar closed, I felt I was too wasted to drive home, so I went up to Dooger's apartment to chill for an hour or so. Of course things led to things and... Yeah. But that's okay, he's a swell guy. But he sweats a lot. I got home around 4am.
Monday, work was very very long. It seemed like the longest day ever. I went home, took a nap, and then ate some chicken rice and headed to Triple 16 for the Sandogg's welcome back party. This night, much like the night before, started off terribly boring. It was only Cat, Crash, Mr. Boston, and myself. Well and some folks I didn't know. The Triple 16 pretty much sucks, but I like it because it's fairly cheap and I get to sing a lot. OA, Sandogg, Lady K, Jorge, and some guy I recognized but couldn't remember his name showed up around ten thirty. Roch was there too. She and I sat and talked for a long time. Man, she is so awesome. We had a great time. We were dancing with Crash, there were shots everywhere, Cat bought me a little pitcher and I got one of my own (heck it was only $4!) and it was just a really fun time. I'm lucky to have such great friends. Dooger showed up really late again, and he ended up coming back to my house. We sat and talked for awhile, then went to bed. That night he wasn't as sweaty...! He slept over, and left around 8 a.m., which was fine because I had to get up for work anyway.
Yesterday I did nothing. Work was long and slow again, and I wasn't feeling like number one after having been drunk for three straight nights. I went to Kroger and bought some groceries, decided to have chinese food for dinner, and then went home. I watched Jeopardy, surfed the internet for a little while, and spent the rest of the night watched Law & Order and SVU. It was swell. I just relaxed, hung out with the cats, and didn't do a damn thing.
Tonight I might head over to Brewstir's since my cable has been shut off til Friday, but I really can't afford it, so I'm not sure. I could just drink water, no big deal, and I'm sure someone will buy me a beer, haha. I'm always like "no no I'm good" and they get me one anyway. It's cool. When I have money I will be buying everyone beers too.
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22 September 2006
Things II
No, this is not a good thing.
For the last month or so, things have been steadily going downhill. It all culminated with a very violent fight last week. It was decided that SL would move in with one of our friends in a few weeks. It got to be about a week after that, and I was telling SL how I was glad this was happening because it would give us a chance to really work on the relationship without the pressures of a live-in situation. He got pissed and told me to just break up with him. There was another fight, and the next day, he talked to his dad who bought him a ticket, and yesterday he flew away.
I know I've made a huge mistake but he won't come back. He told me there is no chance he's ever coming back. I fucked everything up and now he's gone. I didn't want him to move all the way away to Florida. I just wanted to make things better. He says he still loves me but he can't be with me because he knows things would turn out exactly the same as they did the first time. I've never cried for over 24 hours straight. I woke up crying this morning. My pillow was wet, so I had to have been crying in my sleep. I'm so miserable.
I feel like I have nothing to live for now.
For the last month or so, things have been steadily going downhill. It all culminated with a very violent fight last week. It was decided that SL would move in with one of our friends in a few weeks. It got to be about a week after that, and I was telling SL how I was glad this was happening because it would give us a chance to really work on the relationship without the pressures of a live-in situation. He got pissed and told me to just break up with him. There was another fight, and the next day, he talked to his dad who bought him a ticket, and yesterday he flew away.
I know I've made a huge mistake but he won't come back. He told me there is no chance he's ever coming back. I fucked everything up and now he's gone. I didn't want him to move all the way away to Florida. I just wanted to make things better. He says he still loves me but he can't be with me because he knows things would turn out exactly the same as they did the first time. I've never cried for over 24 hours straight. I woke up crying this morning. My pillow was wet, so I had to have been crying in my sleep. I'm so miserable.
I feel like I have nothing to live for now.
21 September 2006
11 September 2006
Dream dream dream
I had a dream that Poke and I were on a date at a very expensive restaurant (obviously this WAS a dream!) We had lobster and steak and all sorts of appetizers, and then after the meal we drank all kinds of expensive fancy beers, about six or seven each. For some reason, I had a dentist appointment in the other section of the restaurant, so I headed over there while he went to pull up the car. I sat down in the dentist's chair, and the Dr. proceeded to look in my mouth. He put his hand on my chest, like on my sternum, and left it there for a very long time. I started calling for my mother, and she appeared, and told the Dr. to move his hand. This other dentist came in, and he was kind of new to the profession. He was learning from the other guy, and the procedure they were doing involved popping out one of my back teeth and putting a new fake tooth in. He did it, and it didn't hurt. Then I realised that I had lost my phone. I told my mom to go find it, and she brought back a phone that matched the description I had given her, but it wasn't my phone. I told her it was red with a light on the outside, and it flipped open, and she brought back an old style Nokia phone with the light around the edge that flipped open sideways. The new dentist guy went out into the restaurant to look for the phone, and he came back right away with my actual phone. I gave him a big hug.
08 September 2006
Blah blah blah
I haven't updated in awhile because I have been awfully busy. Sorry.
So anyway, let's see. Lots of karaoke, lots of drinking, the end. Hahaha. I just don't feel like telling every single story right now.
I had a dream the other day that I was marrying SL, but he was Fred Savage. We were getting married at some little church in the middle of a field, and not too many people were there. BE from work was the minister, and he was very short, about a foot shorter than he actually is. I told him that I never knew he was a minister, and he said that he got his license over the internet. Anyway, I kept changing my mind, telling SL that we couldn't get married because I wasn't divorced yet, but everyone was telling me that it didn't matter since I had been separated for so long. I didn't believe them. I would keep walking up to the door and turning around and not going in. Finally I decided to go ahead and go through with it, and I walked in. The doorway was the size of a normal door, except that the floor jamb was about three inches higher and the top jamb was about three inches lower, so I had to grab onto the trim and haul myself in. The music was starting, and I kept trying to walk before it was my cue. Eventually I made it up to the altar, but I woke up before we actually got married.
Last night I dreamt that I was finally divorced, and for some reason, I was hanging out with my in-laws. They and my parents both lived in these huge mansions, in the woods, and it was snowing. Well, it was snowing in the air but there was nothing but ice on the ground. I was hanging out in my parents' living room reading a book called "Wolf Creek" which had been written by my mother-in-law. It was about her life growing up in Michigan and all about everything up until I met her in 2002. It ended the day she met me. On the cover was a picture of her and my step-father-in-law, and they had been photo-shopped to look like wolves. When I was finished with the book, I walked over to their house and almost fell on my ass about seven times trying to walk on the ice. Finally I figured out that if I stomped instead of taking regular steps I could break through the ice and not slip. On the way I saw my sister-in-laws walking down the path, and the younger one dropped her toy horse. She didn't notice that she dropped it, so I picked it up and continued walking. I made it to their place, and when I walked in I realised it was Thanksgiving. I stayed for some food, and it was alright, and someone at one point said that now that MMA and I were divorced that I would be welcome at their house anytime. I hung out there for awhile, and then I left to go to a big sale at the mall. I ended up running into some girl I knew, apparently just in the dream because she wasn't from real life,
and her mom was there too. The mom was telling me all about how she wears fine silks and other fine linens because she deserves it, even though it makes her poor. I thought she was crazy. I woke up right after I walked into a dressing room.
So anyway, let's see. Lots of karaoke, lots of drinking, the end. Hahaha. I just don't feel like telling every single story right now.
I had a dream the other day that I was marrying SL, but he was Fred Savage. We were getting married at some little church in the middle of a field, and not too many people were there. BE from work was the minister, and he was very short, about a foot shorter than he actually is. I told him that I never knew he was a minister, and he said that he got his license over the internet. Anyway, I kept changing my mind, telling SL that we couldn't get married because I wasn't divorced yet, but everyone was telling me that it didn't matter since I had been separated for so long. I didn't believe them. I would keep walking up to the door and turning around and not going in. Finally I decided to go ahead and go through with it, and I walked in. The doorway was the size of a normal door, except that the floor jamb was about three inches higher and the top jamb was about three inches lower, so I had to grab onto the trim and haul myself in. The music was starting, and I kept trying to walk before it was my cue. Eventually I made it up to the altar, but I woke up before we actually got married.
Last night I dreamt that I was finally divorced, and for some reason, I was hanging out with my in-laws. They and my parents both lived in these huge mansions, in the woods, and it was snowing. Well, it was snowing in the air but there was nothing but ice on the ground. I was hanging out in my parents' living room reading a book called "Wolf Creek" which had been written by my mother-in-law. It was about her life growing up in Michigan and all about everything up until I met her in 2002. It ended the day she met me. On the cover was a picture of her and my step-father-in-law, and they had been photo-shopped to look like wolves. When I was finished with the book, I walked over to their house and almost fell on my ass about seven times trying to walk on the ice. Finally I figured out that if I stomped instead of taking regular steps I could break through the ice and not slip. On the way I saw my sister-in-laws walking down the path, and the younger one dropped her toy horse. She didn't notice that she dropped it, so I picked it up and continued walking. I made it to their place, and when I walked in I realised it was Thanksgiving. I stayed for some food, and it was alright, and someone at one point said that now that MMA and I were divorced that I would be welcome at their house anytime. I hung out there for awhile, and then I left to go to a big sale at the mall. I ended up running into some girl I knew, apparently just in the dream because she wasn't from real life,
and her mom was there too. The mom was telling me all about how she wears fine silks and other fine linens because she deserves it, even though it makes her poor. I thought she was crazy. I woke up right after I walked into a dressing room.
01 September 2006
Moving Dream
I had a dream that I was moving into a new place with SL and GG. It was going to be awesome. My mom and I were at Wal*Mart getting new stuff for the house, food and rugs and stuff like that, and I was waiting for SL to get there so he could help pick things out. I kept trying to call him and he wasn't answering his phone. So I called GG and told her to please try calling SL and see if he would pick up. She called him and called me back, and said that he was with his mom. So I tried calling him again and he finally answered, and said he was in Wal*Mart, and his mom was telling him what a bad idea it was for us to move in together, and she was doing a very good job of talking him out of moving in. I see them walking down the aisle towards me, and I'm trying to get his attention, but he just ignores me and keeps talking to his mom. That was it.
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