Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Amy Harl
I had a dream with this girl in it that I went to junior high school with. (I might have gone to high school with her as well, but I don't really remember and don't care enough to look it up.) I won't tell you about the dream, because she was doing something not very flattering involving the one person on earth I would be happy to have hit by a bus (as long as it was fatal). Anyway, it made me think how weird it would be to Google yourself and find your name in a place like this. That would probably be pretty creepy, actually. Sorry, Amy Harl.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
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Thursday, October 15, 2009
Evaluation

I'm teaching my art class and my principal is watching for my evaluation (which is next week in real life). I have three boys who keep moving seats and being very bad. I keep telling them to move back to their assigned table, but they won't! I start yelling, and they won't listen. Finally my principal tells me that I need to stop yelling at them and they are not doing anything wrong.
Ahh!
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Waves
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Peridot
You think its a green stone but it's not. It is actually a blue dot. It is made of vinyl and you stick it to your wall. Don't argue with me, I'm dreaming.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Poop Sandwich

I am in a rustic indoor/outdoor type kitchen. It looks pretty old, and not all that clean. A bunch of faceless people (Y'know, how sometimes in dreams you can't really see the faces and don't know who the people are, but it doesn't matter?) and I are deciding what to make for lunch. I notice a recycled food bin and decide to make sandwiches with it. There are corn niblets, so I cut the rest of the stuff to about the same size as them. I end up with the corn, red bell pepper & chocolate and decide mayo will be good to blend it all together. After I add a little mayo, I ask Molly to add some water.
Just then, I see a furry shape running around under a table. I think it is a rat and just go crazy, screaming my head off. The faceless folk around me seem to think it is no big deal. As I watch the animal come my way, I realize it is a beaver. I am even more hysterical now. I scream and cry, but just stand there until it goes away.
I go over to the bowl to finish my sandwich filler, and realize Molly has put in way too much water. After I dump most of it out, I start stirring. I am not too sure this will be a good sandwich, but I am dedicated to recycling this food. As I stir, an awful odor begins to waft up from the bowl. I consider throwing the whole thing out, but forge on. I keep stirring and suddenly see that there is a diaper in the bowl! As I stir, it breaks open! Now what do I do? I must recycle this food! People can eat poop, right? It's not going to hurt anyone! I just can't decide what to do. My concern for the health of others is battling with my concern for the environment.
Just then Uncle George (Williams) walks up to me and I tell him my problem. He says, "Well, you are so good at recycling, I thought I'd put that in there for you."
I am still undecided as to whether or not I will serve my sandwich when I wake up...
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Very old friends, and no puppy

I had a dream where I'm on this huge grassy hill with a bunch of old friends from Jr. High (oh man, taking it back). We are close to the edge of the hill, there are waterfalls beyond the edge. We are all sitting in those plastic pool chairs and all of my friends have little puppies except for me! When I start to ooh and awh over the puppies they start to come sit by me! What a lucky day for me. :)
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