I wonder if you can tell what someone's personality is like by the sounds of their sneeze?
I bought two lottery scratch tickets last night, and both of them were losers. I didn't win anything!
Story of my life.
I walked barefoot, treading softly on the damp ground below
tiptoeing over and around the silver trails
left by last night's midnight snail soiree.
The paths they took, the dances they danced
weaved in and out of my footsteps in the early morning light.
Brushing against a low hanging branch,
my cheeks are wet with early morning dew
and underneath that very same tree,
I quickly find what I am looking for.
The sight of your figure laying in the grass,
is enough to make my heart ache with happiness
and desire.
I lay beside you, and lean to softly kiss your face
and trace you with my fingers.
As your eyelids flutter open, bit by bit
I'll kiss you again.
Your breath is sweet and warm, and tickles me as you whisper
"I love you"
-every time I melt.
And when you lace your fingers through mine
and when the sun has shown its face completely,
and when it begins to fade again,
we will stay here in this way, and wait for tonight's
midnight snail soiree.
I wish I didn't get art blocks. And I wish I was able to pull out my talent any time I wanted to. Right now, it's a good time for art. A couple of days ago, I was feeling so non artistic, it's not even funny. I have an idea that it has something to do with hormones, and the way I'm feeling, or the situations that I'm in. Some days I just feel more motivated than others. Now, however- I'm feeling the flow of creativity all through my body, waiting for me to let it all out in whatever medium I decide, but...I'm not motivated. I get stuck just before the release. It's very sad really, all the little ideas getting all jammed up together with no way out, and it's all my fault.
Get it together!!
On another note, I waxed my downstairs. It hurt. :(
Also, I was on vacations for close to a month, and aside from finding myself in dire need of some extra cash (I'm broke! :( ), I also need to lose, like 10 pounds. No good. I feel so thick!! Morgan was being oddly sweet the other day and kept complimenting me, which I guess is fine- but I don't feel like I deserved them...!!!
Speaking of Morgan, he's going through some job trouble right now- I think he's getting ready to quit at the theater, because they're treating him pretty poorly, and that's not fair at all...!! So I guess he's been filling out applications for the Police department so he can try his hand at being a PSA. I'm not sure how I feel about all that. Of course I want him to be happy, but I'm kind of trying to look out for me, too...
Yesterday, I definitely dropped my cell phone in the toilet. It was in the back pocket of my jeans, and as I'm pulling them down I hear this *plunk* sound. I scream and pull it out sooooo fast. I then dried it off and sanitized it. I ran it under the blow dryer, too. I was so afraid it wouldn't be working after last night, but it seems okay today... I just didn't want to be without it in Boston!!
What a dork.
In other news, I had a strange dream. Bethany and I were performers and ended up having to fill in for the guys who pretend to be the Beatles. HUH?
It was cool though. No one knew. We did a good job, lol.
The end.
I had a really strange dream last night. I mean, it was fantastic- but strange nonetheless.
So basically it starts off I'm invited to this really amazing party for some friend of mine whose parents are obviously rich beyond belief. We're talking complete designer wardrobe rich. This is not a real friend of mine- this is my subconscious. How sweet. Anyway, I get to the place for the party (I'm not sure if it was for a birthday or a Halloween party, but whatever.), and I realize that I've forgotten my invitation. The only way to get inside is to slide your invitation through a slot in the door, and then it will open for you. But I forgot mine, so I couldn't get in!!! I ended up sneaking in on a dress cart that was for the costumes or something. It wasn't like I was sneaking in and wasn't supposed to be there. I just needed a way in. Next, I'm just chillin'. Hanging around, having a marvelous time, schmoozing, whatever. It's pretty much a ball, like- princess status. Stupid rich friend.
After a while, I ran into an old friend of mine (not for real, my brain made him up)- a really cute guy named Greg. He was apparently George Harrison's grandson or something. Which is absurd. We got to talking and just hung out. He then asked me to dance. Fancy dance, ya know? So we're dancing and having a really great time, and as the night goes on, we're getting more and more flirty and comfortable and cuddly. So now, towards the end of my dream (I'm sure more happened, but it's long and unimportant...), I decide that it's time for me to go home. I look all over for Greg, but I cant find him. Just as I'm walking out the door, I hear him calling my name. He runs down to say goodbye and gives me a HUGE hug. I hug him back enthusiastically. Then there's this ridiculous moment of sexual tension (how is that possible in a dream!?), and he kisses me, but good! And I kiss him back, and he's holding my face in his hands and says, "I love you. I love you so much!" and I just start kissing him more, but I'm like, bawling and crying and I can't say I love him, too, even though maybe I do. I go, " You can't! You can't! I'm in love with Morgan!" (my actual boyfriend...)
And then in my goody bag from the party I got some really great expensive jewelry. Yes.
So I don't know what this means. I'm glad that the me in my dream was faithful to Morgan. I'm also sad for the Greg in my dream, cause he missed the boat. Is anyone good at dream interpretation!?!?
Today I found out something that I think I already knew, but it just hadn't been confirmed. Now that I know, I kind of wish I didn't. The joys of being an Empath mean you suck up all the crappy things that other people are feeling in order for them to feel better, even if it means it makes you feel a little lame, too. I can't stop thinking about it, though. I'm not sure how I feel about the entire situation. It's been going on for years (maybe longer), and I didn't even know. I don't know if I'm angry, or upset, or supportive, or clinical, or sad, or outraged or disgusted. I can't tell yet.
We'll see how this plays out.
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