Saturday, January 31, 2009

Van Gogh and the Gypsie

I had another note worthy dream last night. It was like a movie.

I'm in the Snake River tubing. It's me, my mom, Noemi and Debra. It's incredibly easiy to swim in the river even though the current is really strong. It feels so good to be able to swim with no effort at all. I end up losing everyone that I went there with so I swim upstream to find them. But I'm not swimming I'm flying and I pass over all these happy people and I feel the need to tell them that tubing alone is not fun. I find Noemi and Debra and they tell me that they lost my mom but they want to go anyway. I miss my mom so I want to stay and wait for her but I can't wait anymore. Flashforward I appear at my job in a city, I think it was supposed to be New York City. My building is big blue and all the staircases are spiral staircases. The walls are all a shade of blue and everything in the room is a cool color. I feel at peace when I walk in there. My boss is trying explaining to me what we do. She tells me that we are an advertising company and we are unique in that we get customers by predicting what other advertising companies are going to come up for their advertisement and then we show them our idea and we always do it better so we are a pretty famous company. I'm just the assisstant. The secretary comes in and says "excuse me boss, Van Gogh is waiting out here for his consultation" I get really excited because I have always wanted to me him. I look at my boss and I tell her that I will go get him and she says "wait you are going to need someone to help you, he can't really walk and he's fat." There's this other girl that volunteers to helps me with him. We go out there and there is a Blue guy with yellow hair (the same color scheme as Van Gogh's drawing of the flowers) So i figure it's Van Gogh but when I asked him he just pointed at this short fat old man laying on our couch like he owns the place. My boss tell me that I can go home now if I wanted because Van Gogh was going to be there the whole time and he was difficult. I leave and I end up meeting up with some friends. We all get into a car and we go do donuts in what we think is an abandoned construction site. As we are doing donuts I look up through the back windshield and I see Jude Law looking down at us from a pole at the construction site (he was a worker) and so I smiled at him and he smiled back and I fell in love with him. We left. A few days later we went back to that same construction site and we did donuts again. I looked up again in hopes that he would be there again and he was! I yelled to my friends "There he is! He smiled at me again! I'm in love with him!" and then him and the other workers threw paint on the car to get us out of there. Since we were doing donuts the paint made beautiful swirly designs on the window and I fell in love with the colors.
I went back to my job and I sat next to this old lady with her granddaughter. On the opposite side of the room was a really attractive young man. The grandmother was a gypsie and she thought the young man and her granddaughter should be in love so she cast a spell to make them fall in love. They looked at each other and you could see that the spell had worked. We are now outside in an allyway that looks really dusty (it more or less looked like this). The grandaughter is walking towards the young man and a bus passes by and instead of going with the young man she walks into a door in the wall that was not there before. Later in my dream I found out that her walking into this door was a metaphor for her dying. She got run over by the bus. The young man learns to live with this. Years pass and I am babysitting a little girl. I see the Gypsy Grandmother when I am at the park watching this little girl. The Gypsy Grandmother comes over to me and she tells me that this little girl has the spirit of her grandaughter and that because her grandaughter didn't get to love the young man she is back to love him however she can. Cue the young man who is now older. The little girl I am baby sitting runs to him and she acts like this guy is her brother but I haven't seen him since the Granddaughter died. I watch them walk away hand in hand into the sunset.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Last night my dream was really vivid!

So there I am laying in my bed...I'm having this dream that Tom (but it looks like Zach) is in my room and he's coming at me. He was trying to grab me out of my bed and so I kick them. I was half awake and I really actually kicked! I hit my foot on my desk and I kicked pretty hard beacuase I was scared. I thought I broke my toe it hurt so bad!

Sunday, January 25, 2009

They Won't Love Me Like You Love Me

Over the years I have learned that sometimes your feelings are for sharing and sometimes your feelings are for yourself because they are silly feelings. I owe this knowledge in great part to my friend Peter. He taught me to be patient and that sometimes it's not ok to get mad at people. I used to get really mad at people and hold grudges. Now I take a step back and look at the whole picture (or most of it). When someone doesn't call me when they are supposed I don't get mad. Yes, it upsets me but what's the use in being mad? When it comes to friends, anger is a waste of time. That being said. I think that my roommates are angry that I have other friends.
 I'm used to being able to talk about the feelings that I think I should share. Noemi has taught me that when I need to share my feelings I can; and she won't hold a grudge for more than a day but with my roommates I'm afraid to tell them I have different plans for the night, let alone tell them that I don't like hanging out with the boys that they hang out with. They are all really pretty. Obviously pretty. And I am not. I'm not saying I'm ugly! I'm a good looking person I know that because I have heard it but with me, my personality is a lot of "me"(except black guys and mexican guys, they all just love me!). With them, guys first see how pretty they are then their personality is a plus. So needless to say, these guys like them more than they like me. I don't want these guys to like me. The way I am makes it easier for me to filter out people in my life that aren't good for me. These guys don't like my personality. They don't care much for the way I dress and they don't care that I like to read. They don't care that I love music. And my roommates don't see that. I'm always the odd man out. But my roommates don't get it. So when I tell them that I have different plans they get mad at me, but they won't tell me that they are mad at me because they are not Noemi. 

Monday, January 19, 2009

What a peculiar day

Last night I played guitar hero for I think 2 or 3 hours. Jeri and I got home at 2:30 am. It's not a good idea for me to go to sleep that late because it messes with my sleep schedule. So in hopes of keeping my sleep schedule somewhat normal I set an alarm on my phone for 10am but it turns out that I didn't need it. I woke up at around 9:30. No one was up yet so I just layed in my bed until my alarm went off. Then I heard some shuffling out in the living room so I got out of bed. Later we were all chilling in the living room and Debra was totally being rude to me! I don't know why!! She was calling me stupid because I didnt like Gringo's. She played it off like she was just kidding but she wasn't. I've seen her do this before to Laura, she'll be really mean and rude to her and then tell her she was kidding but later she'll tell me that she wasn't kidding at all. It was like that when she was calling me stupid. Then she told me to shut up and stop talking cus she was tired of hearing my voice. Again she said she was kidding but I didnt believe her so I just went to my room to do my homework. And now she is back to normal! I don't know what her deal was this morning but I wanted to cry because she is never mean to me.

I went to the gym and I watched a dime-size sweat spot grow into a huge sweat spot on some guy's back. I listened to VHS or Beta which is good to work out to.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Silky Smoov?

Males and females get into arguments about who has higher pain tolerance. Girls always think they have won the argument by saying "You wouldnt be able to have a baby!" or "Have you tried waxing!?" (I said "think they have won" because I think guys just get tired of arguing with us so they just quit) Let me tell you something, I will NEVER wax my legs again. I have some friends-- whom I will not name in case they care--that wax. I tried waxing my legs last night. I don't know how they do it! I applied the hot wax on my legs, I knew it was going to hurt so I told debra to pull the strip for me. Oh it hurt so bad I wanted to punch someone in the face. I looked at my leg and it was smooth except for the goose bumps that I had from the pain. So I thought "hey, beauty is pain! I can do this!" I thought wrong. I did a second strip and wanted to die. Debra kept telling me that she only did 2 strips too and then she stopped. I felt like a wimp so this time I thought "Its going to hurt but I think if I did my whole leg I'll feel very accomplished!" I put on the third strip and Debra ripped it off. This time I just got up and washed off the left over wax from my leg. I didn't care how good I would feel inside knowing I waxed one whole leg, it wasn't worth the outside pain! I was left with a patch of silky smooth leg. In conclusion...boys, more power to ya, I'll stick with shaving.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

It took way too long for me to get here

I'm not going to type out what all happened on the way here because I don't want to anymore. I made it here alive and thats all that matters. I'm currently addicted to the Kings of Leon again after not listening to it for a good month. Its kind of weird that Noemi isn't here with me its like she's here but I just don't her, you know? Your probably don't. I really missed my friends Quinn, Tom and Zach. I forgot how awesome and funny and super unique they are! It's like I never left. I went to classes today and I talked to more new people today than I did all of last semester. I think people are much nicer in 2009. But also I think it might be me? HA. I miss GA already though. Well my friends there! I miss all the crazy girls and of course come sunday I will miss cage fighter (if there are no cage fighters in my ward).
I forgot how cold it is here and I forgot how much I hate the icy pavements.
I'm still jet lagged so I'm about to go to sleep

Sunday, January 4, 2009


I've got some really good jokes to tell you!!
Remind me when we are face to face to tell you
  1. The one about the Brick
  2. The one about the whales
  3. The one about the overheard conversation
  4. The one about the man on the airplane