Dreaming is so underrated

I don't dream. I never do. I mean, I completely understand that everyone dreams; it's how we keep our minds alive when we're not awake. But I never remember anything that I dream. College has changed that.

The other night, last Friday I want to say, we had a little dorm slumber par-tay in my friend's room. So it was him, another guy that kinda creeps me out, and my best friend. I was exhausted and so was my best friend so we slept on a mattress on the floor before the movie even really started. My younger brother's birthday is in a week so I dreamt I had just gotten back home for his party and when I got there the whole house was decorated in blue and light lime green. (That was the way we had decorated another one of my friend's rooms a few days ago for her b-day.) So I started walking around and I would see these random flashes of my brother but I could never find him. The I walked up to this carriage in the front of the house which was actually connected to the back of the house anyway. In the carriage which was split in half so you could see right into it, was this bright white coffin with gold lining. It was extremely small, like a kids coffin would be. There were these two little boys in tuxedos in the carriage, the older one was standing behind the closed coffin looking over it and the younger boy was sitting half way into the carriage looking outside of it. The whole inside glowed light blue even though it was all white. So I finally found my mom and asked who's coffin it was and she told me, "That's my niece." When I asked her where my brother was she said, "Upstairs, he won't come down." And I woke up.

So then today I took a nap. My ridiculous roommate kept the lights on studying until 2 o'clock this morning; today was my one 8 am class. Yes I know, on a Monday and everything. So after my english class I had 2 and a half hours to nap which I totally took advantage of. I have never had a dream where I had a false awakening. I did that 5 times and every time I "woke up" in my dream I was late for my ART HIST class and something different was going on every time; i.e. this girl down the hall from my started taking off my clothes. Finally, when I actually did wake up I had to convince my body that I was actually awake. So as I was walking down the street I felt like I was still in a dream and that continued on into my class. It was a weird day.

Don't ever use the last stall in a dormitory community bathroom

So here's a random story for you:
I was in the shower today after working out, doing my showering thing, when it came time to use my wonderful hemp liquid body soap. So I get my wash cloth all ready to use, wet it down (it's a royal looking red, quite beautiful and soft really), and proceed to pour the soap onto it. I then notice how I just so happened to pour the exact shape of an erect penis followed with two perfectly round balls. It made me giggle. Then the funny part was that as the liquid began to spread outward and the erect penis turned into a heart which tickled me even more. I think the best part about the whole short episode was that I was more interested in the miniature member I held in my hand then actually getting all the sweat and grime off of me after working out. And when I realized this, instantly I smeared the heart against my skin and that silly little moment was gone forever. Very tragic really.

Thank you for wasting your life on the internet just a little bit longer to read my unimportant but very amusing story.

P.S. I've lost 5 pounds this past week! Whoo Hoo!!! 17 more to go!

Oh lbk...

So college has been interesting. I had my first mental break down today. My sanity is just as short as my money flow right now so I'm pretty much about to lose it. I did survive through the day... zero homework got done though. I do even have fairly simple assignments to do too, I could get the reading done right now, and do the rest between classes. Not a big deal. Except for that major Art History paper that's due in about a week. Hmmm, I'm kind of shooting myself in the foot right now, not a good way to start off the week. Mondays kill me, I think it may have something to do with the 8 am class...

oh yeah, and I'm finished with trying to please all the ladies in my life. Sorry, the only ones I'm looking out for the time being is my mother and my sister. So stop with the pestering phone calls and whiney text messages.