Simmons2.0! is actually a robot.

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 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!!

I made this.

On another note, I waxed my downstairs. It hurt. :(

After a 6 hour flight and a 6ish hour drive, we have finally made it to Bar Harbor, Maine!!

Whoo-hoo!

More later.

It's cold.

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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!?!?

How can Robert Pattinson be really super hot in Harry Potter, and totally repulsive in the whole Twilight bit?

See for yourself:

VS.

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.