i had a shitload of dreams last night. i finally fell asleep around 5:30 am and unfortunately kept waking up until about 2 pm. with that said, here goes...

i dreamt that i was on a mission to find walmart. why? because i got a gift certificate to the place for christmas...i don't go there much, and i couldn't find the place in my dream. i ended up in a really shitty mall and wandered over to the business/industrial side of it (i pretty much created the layout since i have never seen an industrial loop in a mall). i walk into a meeting that is taking place and overhear the boss say, "i know we can all come up with an idea since we have all bartended before." i perk up and ask if that's true. they look at me like i am a jackass and i tell them i am a bartender and i love advertising. i then ask if it was hard for them to get their jobs, because i can't find one at all. i end up mooching on the group and use their computer. some one else wanders in and gets evil stares from the guys in the room. i tell them to leave him alone, i used to get lost every semester every year of my life. (not really, but it was in the dream) ok, moving on,
i found walmart. and had all this random stuff in my arms to buy, but it was all crap, and i didn't get anything.

all of a sudden i was sleeping and kept hearing drilling and i reached over to get my phone and couldn't make any calls because it wouldn't work. turns out the drilling was a phone guy doing repairs. i could see him out of the crack in my bedroom door. i got all freaked out cause i was in bed sleeping and didn't want him to come in. don't know the conclusion.

then i was hanging out with my brothers and my stepmom. we were at a basketball game my brother was in. my dad didn't show up and that pissed me off. i asked where he was and apparently lisa and this woman they knew growing up had to be on a jury for a high profile case about terrorists and they couldn't talk about it. and my dad was where? no answer.

next phase i was at this lake and this huge ugly boat was leaving our dock. i was on the shore with friends, i think sheila was there actually, and i freaked out cause my dad wasn't in the boat or on the dock and there was some equipment still on the dock. i panicked and jumped off the dock into the water and started swimming after the boat. my friends started yelling at me to come back and i jumped out of the way of a huge hook that ripped across the water back to the boat. i almost got snagged. my dad was on another boat i guess...? with all the dreams about my dad i never met up with him.

there were more, but i am done with my ranting. i have to shower and actually do something with my day.

last night i had some whacked dreams that don't really make much sense...

i was staying with my family (although i only remember my mom and dad being there) in a hotel/motel. it wasn't nice enough to really be considered a hotel and had outdoor entrances to the rooms, etc. well i remember we were packing up to leave and i ran outside first to meet my family. it seems like it took forever to get there. i had to run into this weird lobby and i remember getting into this fight with this old man that looked at me funny. i ran in front of him when he was in line to get coffee and he said something under his breath. i looked at him all pissed off and asked him if we had a problem? i think i kicked his ass and probably poored his coffee on him. i fled the scene. it turns out that we moved to a different room and when i got there i was last to arrive.

so i went swimming. there was a huge pool outside. i was swimming laps and kept kicking this kid underwater. i kicked him pretty hard and had to rescue him. in the process i saw nicole kidman and some girl hiding in the vent of the pool, that was huge enough for people to hide out...kidman kidnapped this kid and i saved her. i brought the girl up to the patio area and everyone got all freaked out and rene zellweger came and got her...?...i was a hero i guess.

dream 2: i was driving my explorer around with a friend and we were trying to escape a really bad situation, but couldn't seem to go fast enough...and we ended up at a million red lights and in shopping malls. it sucked...a true nightmare.

dream 3: in real life i applied to this new bar opening up in old town and their website makes the place seem hoity toity. in the dream i ended up "transported" to the magical fairy land greatness of their bar/restaurant. there was this voice over that was describing the area around the bar. there was a pond, horses, stables, and the typical rich person's white fence that goes around the stable area, there was their huge house, and the bar. and it was kinda like i took a shuttle to their plantation because i was there with a bunch of kids and we were all kind of in awe, but sorta laughing at the situation. so, i may end up working for a rich asshole from the look of the weird dream.

conclusion: last night's dreams actually had a weird sort of substance. i like it a little bit better when i can describe the dream in 1 sentence. i bored myself typing this, but i can't delete it. i like to rant.
and i can. because it's my blog dammit. and it's all about me! and my greatness! and with that said, i am going to take a shower. i smell like a bar.

nightmares

alright. so some people know about one of my biggest fears...
my car getting towed. it's happened. it's happened to my beautiful, well, once beautiful, mitsubishi and i have no clue where it is, but someone is enjoying a mighty fine stereo and cd player while i have to hook up a portable one through a tape deck in my soccer mom's vehicle...with this now made public...

i have this really odd habit of running to the window to see if my car is still there at random points of the day. and when i hear a loud, big vehicle i assume it's a tow truck and check to make sure my car is safe. the big noise tends to be UPS, or huge trucks realizing like jackasses they ended up in the shortest culdesac known to man...but i have my reasons for being senile.

this morning i woke up to this god aweful scraping sound. i look outside my window and see a tow truck! i freak the fuck out get up and look harder and realize they are towing a car next to me, but not mine. sigh of relief. i was about to run down stairs and raise some hell.


ok, now on to my actual dream. my family was in it. my brothers, my father, my step mom, and my really mean grandmother. there were some other random people there from the past too.

there was this dude that i carpooled with when working a really shit job. my ex and i would ride to work in his truck that looked like a fucking cow. it was tiny, and it was all white with one black door and a black bed, so it looked like a cow...well he was in my dream and i spilled water on his leather jacket and he got pissed. but the jacket had little cartoon cows on it so i realized he deserved to have it ruinned. it was a gay jacket.

the worst part of the dream was i was putzing in the bathroom and combing my hair when all of a sudden two chunks (huge chunks) fell out. oh my god. i started testing the rest of it, but didn't want to pull at it for fear that i would loose it all. fuckina i have really thin hair already. it was scary. ok. enough for now until i remember anything else. my roommate says i rant...but i just tell it like it is dammit.

insomnia on adams st

so...it's hard to sleep in this house.
it started affecting jason, but at the moment he is inhaling massive amounts of fumes when he goes near his room since he emptied 2+ bottles of tilex to clean his bathroom. it smells like we have a swimming pool hidden somewhere in the basement.

omar doesn't have insomnia at our residence mainly because he doesn't live here. it's all on paper, but that's about it. : ) and when he is here he falls asleep like a baby cause he forgot what it feels like to sleep on a bed.

me on the other hand. i have no excuse. so i go on the computer. and now i am blogging. but i was surfing and found awesome bumper stickers to share with my huge fan base. you all ready?

"The only bush i trust is my own"
"gas, grass, or ass, no one rides for free"
"always remember you're unique, just like everyone else"
"virginity can be cured"
"jenna bush stole my id"
"remember, pillage first then burn"
"we're in big trouble when our bombs are smarter than our president"
"abcdfucku"

alright. with that said i am going to try to cure my insomnia while multitasking. at the moment i am: listening to headphones, text messaging, chatting online, blogging, and surfing the web. i am tangled in wires, but can do everything in bed like a true lazy ass now that i have a laptop. i even get a workout since it's on my legs at the moment and i am lifting it up and down to get comfortable since it weighs about 10 pounds.

dreams

alright. so just to let everyone who cares that doesn't already know.
i am now officially bozo the clown, or as omar likes to point out, a female carrot top. i "beattied" my hair last night and i am orange like a crayola crayon. what to do with this situation...i'm thinking i will streak it some other color and keep up with the motif. for the record: this is the first time that i fucked up my hair...this color anyway.
for the record again: i can't believe that i woke up, turned on my computer and am blogging. i could just talk to myself. i think that would be a shitload easier and take a lot less effort. from one viewpoint at least i am doing something productive with my unemployed day. but one can say that i am being a tekkie nerd jackass that goes one step beyond senile and types to talk to herself.
anyway...let's get on to the topic at hand shall we...
before my add gets carried away, dreams.
last night, or anywhere from 6:30 am to oh about 1 pm...:)
i dreamt:

that i went back to this place i have been interviewing at to get a job bartending. the people have been wasting my valuable time btw...and i was all dressed up and talking to a manager i haven't talked to before. i don't know what i was filling out, but i think it was the equivalent of a performance eval. even though i didn't work there at all, but was trying to. ok. so i talk and write a lot and at the bottom of the application i ran out of room and had to hurry up, well the bottom of the application was a towel and my ink from the pen came out all white and funny and i had to draw arrows up to the paper again to sign my name and put some other stuff...
yeah...and the dude i was talking to started talking to the employees and i was one of the gang! only better cause i wasn't wearing the uniform. i was wearing a black skirt, a burgundy top that looked suspiciously like the uniform everyone was wearing, and a black leather jacket. my "boss" told me to go grab 3 coffees, 2 milks, in to go cups, the huge ones, and like the bitch i am i run off. keep in mind i was there for an interview.
so...i hunt down the coffee area, and the coffee is in a huge barrel, like a barrel drum seen in breweries. heh, and i couldn't find huge cups. finally i spotted them, but they were up high and i started jumping like a midget trying to reach them. two chicks tha worked there came around and i asked if they liked working there. they said yeah, but getting coffee sucked. we bonded. then one of them told me i was dressed down for coming in to an interview and they probably wouldn't hire me. i was thinking, "bitch i'm all dressed up and getting the asshole coffee, he better hire me." i looked down and i'm in a sweatshirt, jeans, and a leather jacket. hmmm. suspicious. anyway. got the coffee into huge styrafoam cups and the fucking lids wouldnt close down. what to do. i have no idea, no closure...what does this mean? how can i apply this to my life...

moving on. so all of a sudden i'm outside and running with this pack of kids. freaky. then sheila is there and this old lady who appears to be a teacher. she's like, "we need to give the kids a chance to be one with the cheetah. they need to know what it's like to give chase and be hunted. only then with they know about the cheetah." um. and i guess the lady is the cheetah cause she is running like an ass at everybody who is running everywhere else around her. cut, end of scene.

i had more. i know it, but i was forced out of my slumber at 12 pm by my first phone call. then at 1ish by my second. don't people realize i sleep all day. fuckin-a. and it's for that reason that my blog isn't longer. blame the phone calls.

with that, i am going to post.

Snow Day!

Ok. So I am deciding to take part in all the hooplah and see what blogging is truly about. Let's see...my last entry was...in October...2002. I am truly dedicated to daily entries. It's cool as I am probably the only one viewing my site as no one commented on my personal and exciting October entry.
Let's see if I can outdo my prior blogging experience and give the world a little more excitement.
What did I do today:
I shoveled.
What am I doing now:
I am dying my hair.
According to Clairol it is going to be an "intense copper." Hmm. But now it is bright orange and shit, I forgot to time it. It has been my backup hair dye and I am too big of a chickenshit to brave the snow and go buy a new color, so this may end up a catastrophe as I have no clue how old the dye is. But then again, this is my element of mystery and intrigue. I may end up like Bozo.

I haven't written this much since I was forced to comply with George Mason University professors in order to succeed and successfuly enter the workforce. Coincidentally, I am unemployed and am a graduate.