Discontinued

I think it’s safe to say that I am discontinuing this blog. It has a lot of good memories, but also a lot of bad ones. So I started another one.

Ask for teh link and ye shall receive.

Like a tree

I’m studying for psychology today as well as practicing the violin and meditating. Class later and then talking to Cam a bit. I feel bad for the kid, he has a knack for getting himself into sticky situations.

In other news, I feel like a tree and sort of want to go on a lot of casual dates this summer, so that means I’m going to have to drop some balls and ask for guys to go on dates with.

Well back into the fray!

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On Which I Dream of Zombies (and contemplate sleeping with a metal rake…)

So last night, I had a dream about zombies, which I will write below. Sorry if it’s a bit choppy, I don’t really feel like editing it. Below are the dreammoods.com interpretations.

I was in the second floor of a building with three other people and it was square, and we were sort of on like a track around the second floor so you could see the first floor over a balcony and there were zombies trying to attack us. So, as my weapon, I use like a collapsible ladder to like push them back and then beat them with over the side of the balcony. Then it changed to me at home warning my parents and then seeing the neighbors behind the house not knowing, so I book it over there and warn them. They let me inside and I tell them all in which we turn out the lights and hide in a closet. I finally unlock the door and leave the group to go into another closet that’s like a garden shed and I end up picking up a metal rake because I’d be able to use it to push the zombies back, hit them, and do some real damage. Then there’s a war in the front yard where me and a few people run out and start battling zombies in the rain. At first I can’t fight with the rake, but then I get pretty awesome. After the fight I share this really passionate kiss with this hot guy, who wants to have sex with me, but not a relationship, so I break the kiss and go back into the house to help fortify it against the zombies and set up watches. Then we decide to turn out the lights because it’s attracting them and the people complain that the lights are on at my house. So I take my metal rake and then tell them I’ll go talk to my family and I wake up as I am leaving the house.

Fighting zombies- stressed about things I can’t control and feeling helpless.
Rain- renewal
French Kiss- need to express passions and emotions.
Fighting- To dream that you are in a fight, indicates inner turmoil. Some aspect of yourself is in conflict with another aspect of yourself. Perhaps an unresolved or unacknowledged part is fighting for its right to be heard. It may also parallel a fight or struggle that you are going through in your waking life.
Rake- To dream that you are using a rake, indicates that some task or project will never be accomplished unless you do it yourself.

I woke up terrified. I was supposed to go running this morning and it took a pep talk and a long time to convince myself that zombies weren’t going to pop out of the bushes and start running after me as I went out to exercise. None did, but now I’m scared to go up to my room and even more scared of waking up with a half rotten face staring over me with blood dripping onto my face and there will be no Amanda, metal garden rake, or collapsible step ladder to fight them off. I just… *shudders*

Like I understand that the zombies in my dream represent my own fears and conflictions (about Harley in particular), but like agh. Why zombies? I know Camify is like rooting for a zombie apocalypse but I pray that none will happen… and yet I still would feel safer with my metal rake. . .

That’s all I wanted to talk about today. I start school tomorrow, well my psych class tomorrow and before that I’ll be hanging out with a co worker, and before that I’ll be showering and before that I’ll be running/power walking. Before that, I may or may not break into the garden shed and get the metal rake to run with, depending on the dream that I have tonight.

:]

That’s all. Love you all!

Peaces
LE

Alamo

I’m going to tell some pretty cool stories here. :]

Well yesterday, we all went to San Antonio, and there we hung out at the Alamo. I was sort of put off by the fact that my mother kept telling everyone that they were going to be underwhelmed, but when we got there, I was sort of impressed. I mean, we were standing on the ground where thousands had marched and (several less, though most Americans) and been slain. I couldn’t help but feel, in that small courtyard, a huge surge of patriotism as the man talked about what happened. He said that the accepted story is that the general in charge of the small group of volunteers gathered them on the last day of the siege and drew a line in the dirt. He told his men that if they were willing to die with him, to cross the line. All but one of the 200 men did. I honestly felt proud to be an American and a part of all the things that America stood for.

Then this evening, we, my family and I, stood on the bridge on Congress street and watched the bats fly out from under it for their evening meal. It was one of the most fantastic things that I have seen. I mean, watching the bats. They poured forth from under the bridge chirping happily and in the distance, the great, flocked, multitudes looked like smoke in the distance. As the bats flew out from under the bridge, you could hear them chattering, as well as the flicker of their wings as they beat them against the wind and rode the currents of the air to their next meal.

Unfortunately, on our way back, Harley took a fall face forward into the dust and twisted his ankle. He also cut open his elbow pretty good, but was a trooper. And now we’re enjoying a quiet night at home.

Ahhh Texas!

LE

Update!!!

Texas is really amazing! I love the sunshine and the people are so kind here. I think it’s because they’re bathed in the glorious rays of the sun day after day. Hopefully the kindness might wear off on my mother.

Summer is going to be busy with me staying out of the house (and away from Harley), but that’s a good thing as it’ll keep me out of trouble!

Home in two days and then will be hitting the ground running. :]

Peaces, LE

Good Morning!

I went to bed at 2 and woke up at 7.

 

I’m so glad that I done with that stupid grammar paper! YUS!

Now for the gig today, classes, and then CMC club this evening.

 

Eh.

Ehhhhhh

 

Peaces.

Livejournal

I’m going to take a shot at this Livejournal thing

 

it’s: eyesseehandsdo.livejournal.com

 

i’m going to try and write in that every day, but you can still check out things here. I’ll probably bitch more in this blog.

 

For lent, I have decided to practice my violin more often.

peaces

Some Sunday Afternoon Thoughts

So Harley is upstairs sleeping.

I’m not sure how I feel about that because he’s usually bitching about us not being in the same room and spending time together. Now he’s upstairs sleeping. I would be happy for this fact if this is what usually happened, but I’m sort of worried that he’s going to explode on me later this week, like what happened the first week in during winter break.

Another thing that’s bothering me is how my parents are going to be when my mom goes to Texas. My boss pointed out that they are acting so “evs” about the whole subject and it sort of made me uncomfortable. I really don’t know how they are going to get along and, a part of me feels awful when I say this, but I don’t want to take care of them or even be around them when they go through that whole thing.

Wow, I’m a horrible person.

So I really don’t know what is going on here.

Mmmm What else?

I’m seeing a lot of people this week and in between that I’ll be working on school work!

I had a lovely chat about weddings with M2 which was very nice. I really do enjoy her company and conversations. Now all I need to do is have a lovely chat with my beautiful wifey! That would really make my spring break!!

hehe!

Love you all!

Peaces!

Some thoughts

I was on twitter and I saw a picture that The Brains had posted. In it were all of the guys, even Kelly. I felt a twinge of sadness and loss.

They don’t even think about me.

Half of me is happy I’m out of that, the other half is sad that I’m not part of that.

 

I dunno.

I feel like writing

Have you ever had a song that just resonates with you? I’ve found one and I have to admit that every time I hear those few strands of music come on, my whole “ness” feels at peace.

That’s really cheezy, but I kind of like it.
However, there is a side effect. It’s sort of a sad song, so it kind of puts me in a strange mood. Well, if I can just listen to that song over and over, I don’t think I mind!

Not really looking forward to going to class today or tomorrow. No french today, so all I have is Brit Lit, which is sitting in a classroom and staring at the wall for 75 minutes. Tomorrow are my teaching writing, and my grammar classes. Then right after those are through, I must hop into my already packed car and book it home to work.
Normally, my work doesn’t allow jeans, but I really don’t have any nice pants up here. Besides, the jeans are nice and dark, so they look sort of professional. :]

They’ll have to forgive me. But I’ll look professional anyways, so whatever.

Segwaying into almost completely in a different topic;

I’m not thrilled to practice the violin at home. At school, I usually practice super late at night and don’t have to worry because I’ll most likely be able to get into a practice room. However, at home, if I want to practice at night, I’ll be forced to do so in two of the most terrifying places in my house. The basement or the dining room.

Trust me, when the lights go out, you do not want to be in those places.

The basement because it’s big, dark, and dank, with many places for shadows and scary things to hide. You also get the sensation that something is watching you and will drop from the ceiling to eat your soul at any possible moment.

The dining room, while above ground is almost just as scary. There are windows everywhere, which means there is always the possibility of looking out them and seeing someone looking back at you. Also, there are hardly any lights of its own, so there is always a part of it shrouded in shadow so you can’t see what is going on. Add the old, Victorian-style furniture that takes over the room and you have the perfect scene for some vampire movie where the vampire is seducing the person and all the while you’re screaming “HE’S A BAD GUY!”

Not to mention the fact you feel like there is someone watching you too.

Or maybe that’s just my paranoia.

As much as I hate to do it, I’ll probably have to practice during the day time when the sun is streaming into my messy room.

I think I can live with that. It’ll just be hard to break the habit.

One thing that is bothering me, is that my writing has changed to a choppier style and I’m not sure how to go back to the not, choppy form. I’m sure things will be fine. If anything it’s not a big deal seeing as writing a book isn’t a goal of mine or anything.

A last thought before I end this post is this.

I’m thinking of changing my blog to a blogspot blog from wordpress. I just like how you can do more with the background of blogspot. Also, I’m sure a change of scenery will help bring some inspiration back to the webpages of the blog.

That is all! Peaces!