Until the Stars Are All Alight

So the other morning I had a dream.

Most of the time my dreams are fairly cracktacular, or the typical dreaming-I'm-actually-awake-and-getting-ready dream. When I'm lucky I'll have a fandom-based dream (like the time I dreamed I was a tenth Fellowship member, or that I met Elijah Wood at an airport and he started hitting on me).

But not the other day.

I dreamed that Cody got his shit together and he had moved back in, and it was like...day two, maybe. And it was really awkward because ALREADY I am used to being in total control of my space again (I'm a bit territorial, not gonna lie), but he was pretty understanding of that and was really making an effort and going out of his way to be sweet.

(And truthfully even if things did go that way IRL I think I'd insist on getting a new place together rather than him moving back in here again; one of the things I felt kind of bad about when he left was that it was so easy to separate my stuff from his, like he was never fully part of things here--which was never my intent, but would be an easy way to interpret things. I don't know if I'm articulating this clearly.)

And it's like...ugh, subconscious, I was doing so well. IDK if the dream stemmed from me just hating living alone and my subconscious was trying to trick me into wanting to take him back, or if it's just trying to rein me back a little--like, "yes, he's done horrible things to you, but he used to be really sweet and you're going overboard with the thinking he's a dick because he's not 100% dick, just, like, 50%."

In other news he continues to not contact me but quickly reply if I contact him, and be relatively nice when that happens.

ALSO in other news, I found out that yet another one of my friends is living in one of the cities I'm considering moving to, which brings the total to three, plus anyone else I can convince to move there. (But I think that debate maybe qualifies for its own entry.)

What Your Dreams Mean...

Your dreams seem to show that you're a bit disturbed... but nothing serious. You may have a problem you're trying to work out in your sleep. Overall, you are very content in your life. Your dreams tend to reflect your insecurities. You have a very vivid imagination and a rich creative mind.

I'm kind of glad I got that one just because that picture is creepy in a cool kind of way and I LIKE it.

There weren't any questions about whether or not your dreams come true. I wish there had been. I have a lot of deja vu's (accent marks?) from my dreams, and that REALLY bothers me sometimes...

Saturday night--

This feels like Sunday night for some reason, even though I know perfectly well that tomorrow morning is Sunday morning.

My dad is playing the piano, because he's playing somewhere tomorrow and therefore needs to practice. Please. It sounds perfect now, it'll sound perfect tomorrow. In the meantime, it's driving me nuts, because I was going to watch "The Cooler" and I can't, because no matter where in this blessed house you go you can hear every danged note. So I've got my headphones on a bit on the loud side, listening to Avril Lavigne. (Things I'll Never Say, My Happy Ending, Nobody's Fool, and Anything But Ordinary. On repeat.)

I tried to make myself tea. It's cooling now. I sat around waiting for the kettle to whistle, and my mom pointed out that it does not, in fact, have to come to full boil and whistle. It just has to get hot. And so I poured some out in my cup, put sugar and a teabag in it, let it steep, and it's STILL cooling. And people ask me if I like to cook, lol.

I'm trying to figure out "Things I'll Never Say." Is EVERYTHING in the song things she'd never say, or just the chorus? And then is it things she's honestly thinking but would never admit to, or things she thinks are stupid to say or think at all? "I'm a little bit nervous, trying to be so perfect, because I know you're worth it..." "I want to see you go down on me, marry me today, yes, I'm wishing my life away..." It all makes sense. I relate to it in the sense of thinking but refusing to say.

I can't relate to "My Happy Ending" but I adore it anyway. No clue why, other than I like Avril's outlook on life in general.

Grandma went to the big hospital down in Little Rock on Friday night. (Was that just yesterday? Youch.) There's such a long story there. THe local hospital was going to release her and so Dad called to complain since Aunt Diane (Gma's primary caregiver at this point) apparently has no backbone. He got the doctor to agree to sign an order for Gma to go to the big hospital so that Medicare would pay for it. But then the nurse came in and said Gma didn't need it, whatever, and started releasing her. She said that if Gma felt bad again later they could bring her back to the emergency room and THEN go to the big hospital. Dad complained more, but got nowhere. So they decided to just take her to the big hospital anyway. Okay. Then Uncle Norman (Aunt Diane's husband, who apparently has all the intellignece God gave to a fruit bat) decided to stop back by the house on the way to the hospital to have a family conference. Whatever. That just made the trip AT LEAST thirty minutes longer, plus whatever time they sat here.

I went over there while they were stopped, to help pack the car and stuff. They left Grandma sitting in the garage (to be fair, Uncle Norman has an office in there and it was quicker to let her sit in there with the space heater on than to take her through the rain/sleet to the house). I sat in there for a few minutes and she was moaning and whimpering and saying stuff like "Oh please..." and "Hurry..." and I'm always going to wonder whether she meant death or my relatives.

So they finally get packed up and everyone's loaded, Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt Diane and Aunt Betty in one car, and then Uncle Norman in his car in case anyone needs to come home. I s*** you not, they spent TEN FREAKING MINUTES in the garage wroking out where in Little Rock the hospital is. HELLO. There are at LEAST three cellphones between the two vehicles. Grandma is suffering. LEAVE and then figure it out on the PHONE. THAT is why you have the danged things in the first place!!! Really. I wanted to shoot the lot of them and drive her myself. We probably would have been there a lot sooner, too! I could have talked my way out of any ticket in THAT situation--nobody messes with my grandma.
My dad is the oldest, and then he has three younger sisters. I think when he was born, he sucked every ounce of possible intelligence out of Grandma and Grandpa, and didn't leave any at all for his sisters. Then they all married men of equal intelligence to themselves.

Anyway. The latest on Grandma is that now they STILL have no idea what to do for her, so they've got her on morphine. Apparently that's making her all happy and cheerful and chipper, like her old self, but of course that's not naturally her. Stupid people.

Oh, WHOOO-HOOOO! I don't hear the piano any more! I'm going to stop for the moment and come back later.

An afterthoguht, on looking at certain pics--

Oh. Something me and Shelly figured out: A guy that's gotten high is, sickly enough, a turnon. Between Elijah being all giggly on "The Faculty" (for the record he was not just randomly getting high, it was a major plot point, because drugs killed the aliens and they had to know who they could trust) and Charlie spacing out on Lost (there were some spoiler pics for the next ep and he was in a suit and looked kinda spazzed)...yeah. Not the idea that they're ruining their mind/health/life, but the way they act...it's hilarious, cute, and slightly sexy. Gah.

Yeah. Going back to the aforementioned pics now.


Sunday morning--

Oh yeah! I forgot to mention that I FINALLY (after having the tape lying around for over a week) got to watch "Blue Crush." Didn't really love it or hate it--it made me think muchly of "Our Lips Are Sealed" with the Olson twins, more than anything. (Pretty people in skimpy clothes hanging out on a beach, your main blonde girl trying to win a surfing contest...yeah, really not all that much plot. There was this thing, she was scared to do the maor waves because she'd almost drowned, but my idea of that being a plot point would be if it turned out that that was a result of someone had been trying to murder her or something.) There was one funny moment when the girls, who are all maids at a big hotel, are cleaning the room of this, like, supermodel, and they try on her clothes. And Billabong is a fun word to say.

But anyway, I think it's safe to say that we know why Orli likes Kate Bosworth. Gah. So Shelly, take comfort in the fact that sooner or later he's going to wake up one morning, say he's been reading this great book, and she's going to be all, "Book? You waste your time with those things? Come on back to bed," and he's going to realize that they have nothing to talk about, they just...yeah. This may not bother him at first, but then a few months later, he'll get bothered and break up with her. ^_-

We bought "I, Robot" on pay-per-view last night! It was fantastic. The effects were just stupendous, IMHO, I'm still trying to figure out how they got the robots looking so lifelike. And Will Smith, no matter how serious his role is, somehow makes it amusing, lol. (Though this was nothing like Men In Black.) His car was so cool, I want a car like his car in that movie. (He's driving along and he presses a button and a steering wheel pops out. His passenger's all, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" "Driving..." "BY HAND?!!?") Lol. So see that one. Definitely.

I'm beginning to think that I only dream when I've had the proper amounts of sleep, because I had a dream this morning for hte first time in...weeks. Months. The last dream I *remember* having was in St. Louis, back when the boys were born. (My twin nephews, I mean.) That was a good dream, Billy and Elijah were in it. But now, wait, I've had dreams at camp, so that can't be right...oh, whatever. I don't care that much. ANYWAY, in my dream this morning--well, a lot of stuff happened and it was long and weird and stupid and somehow my evil World Civ teacher sneaked his way in there, so there's a lot of it that I don't WANT to remember. But the one thing that WILL go into my dream journal (yes, I write down the good ones) is that *I got a kiss from Tim!* I'm trying to remember what was going on--I want to say it was half on a dare (we were in the Acting classroom and everyone was there, so no doubt he was being goaded by Paul and Cameron and maybe even Karen), but he didn't seem all too upset about it, either. He smiled at me. And granted, it WAS just a quick little peck, but it was on the lips, so that counts, right?

Yeah. Anyway. I have no life AND I have stalker tendencies. Go me!

Dad's practicing again. WHY, oh WHY, can't he practice on his keyboard, where he can plug in HEADPHONES??? Does anybody have a cinderblock I can bang my head against?

But anyway. Back to Tim for a moment. Watched "Monty Python and the Holy Grail," and "Tim the Enchanter" meant something entirely different to me, lol. Yes. He is.

Mom said that "they" called from Little Rock this morning and Grandma's "not doing well again." H*** if I know what that means.

I've noticed something about math people. (Ie, both of my algebra professors.) If anyone has any further evidence of this, let me know. It seems that people that are good with math like to get up early and go to sleep early. Now, maybe this has more to do with the fact that both my professors are 60+ men, but still. Dr. Dilday qualifies for that and he's not one to rise early. Anyway, random thoguht. Moving on.

Hobbity mentioned a new shipping name. People who think Charlie and Claire from Lost should get together are PB&J's. Besides the obvious connection to peanut butter, lol, it stands for Pregnant Broad & Junkie. *nort* How hilarious is that? I love it!

Sunday night--

Pretty much all packed for school tomorrow, except for the CD I'm listening to and stuff. On to write Shelly's chapter! ^_^

I saw "The Cooler," finally. Other than the icky sex scenes (did anyone *want* to think about William H. Macy naked? Yeah, didn't think so!) it was great. Had a lot more plot twists than I was expecting. Beautifully done, came SO close to ending wrong but didn't. (I love that kind of thing, when you think a main character has died and they come back, a lot of my favorite books/movies do that.) The ending was just whoo, extreme high, extreme low, extreme high...a very roller-coaster ending. ^_^ So if you see that, be ready to fast-foward a few times. I do really admire William H. Macy's acting, though. That was one of the main reasons I wanted to see it. He just comes across so realistically. You buy into his characters. (Wow, can you TELL I've been in acting classes? Gah.)

Anyway. I need to go write the chapter. Buenos noches.