Thursday, February 12, 2009

The Weird Dream Thing

So re: my last post...

It turns out that the weird feeling I was getting (not knowing if I was dreaming, etc.), was a reaction to this medication I was taking. The antibiotic SUCKED. It really fucked with me. I don't want to get into the details but suffice it to say the next night was way worse.

This week was a strange one...I was either superhigh or really bad. I had a great day on Wednesday, my friend wants to make me a rockin' logo for the new business I'm starting, and my night last night was fun (those were some of the good things), but on the other hand, I had that terrible night, a bad day today, and my friend got into an accident yesterday (he's fine).


I'm going to watch Seinfeld. Sad days make me want to watch TV.

Monday, February 9, 2009

More Me For You

Today's odd, and I'm having stream of consciousness thoughts. Sorry, fools, but that means you're going to have to deal with this in stream of consciousness form.

Last night I had a hurricane dream. I was in some city (I'm guessing NOLA), a giant hurricane was coming, and the people around me didn't want to leave the city. In the dream, I thought, "too bad this isn't just a dream. That'd be sweet." Normally when this happens, it's a sure-fire way to know that it is, in fact, just a dream. But when I woke up, I wasn't sure. And Boy was no great help at 3 in the morning, either. I woke him up to ask "is there a hurricane coming?" His sleepy response: "I don't think..." Please believe: when I fo-reals woke up this morning, the first thing I did was turn on the Weather Channel. I think NY is hurricane-free for the time being.

I'm going to write more here. Like, everyday-ish. I saw an old friend yesterday who advised me that the best way to get more traffic is to post a lot more.

I need to fix the job situation. I NEED to.

I'm getting my motherfucking permit this week. Again: NEED.

I saw another old friend yesterday, and we waxed nostalgic about (gasp!) high school. Specifically: the weird/rude nicknames everyone had for certain people behind their backs. I hate to say it, but this is a practice I've continued throughout my life (Bologna on the Floor, RoastBeef Mary, etc).

I am working on two projects right now. If I was a praying kind of gal, I'd pray that I keep the motivation for these two things going. If you're a praying kind of gal/not-gal, do it for me.


Tuesday, February 3, 2009

In the Parlance of Our Times

I've been sick for three weeks...motherfucking hell. I'm miserable. But I felt like I was ditching y'all. So hey!

Several things to say, on the Lebowski front....

First off, I know this is old, but someone sent me this photo, and I couldn't stop laughing:

it's just pure genius.

Secondly, some friends of mine recently hosted a Lebowski party at my apartment. Lebowski party = eating corn nuts, drinking White Russians, and then going bowling (I skipped the bowling part, myself).

It's not exactly what I would call a feelgood movie, but I always feel good when I see it. It's extremely well written and such a great movie (fuckoff, I'm not a movie critic...), but in addition to that, it always makes me think of folks that are/were very important to me. And while I'm sad I lost touch with a lot of them, the movie always makes me feel closer to them, somehow. Makes no sense, sounds corny, so be it. It's just the case.

Also: I recently re-united with a friend of mine on bloody's my favorite FB "reunited and it feels so good" story. I am so happy to have found him.

How does this relate? 'Cause he's always reminded me of..