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I was just awoken by a phone call from my father from a dream where Finn from Glee was my boyfriend (but Finn wasn’t his name, and he wasn’t as air-headed as the character on the show) and we were in the underworld and we had to find a hat to save someone’s soul (their souls were kept inside articles of clothing and inanimate objects), but the keeper of this one room wanted Finn dead so bad that we almost didn’t get out alive.  These four kids that lived up the street from me looked a lot like Lucy and Susan and Edmund and Peter from the Chronicles of Narnia, and they found a body, so we had to find the soul and learn what happened to him or else we were going to get blamed for the murder.  And somewhere in the world up above I was also being attacked by this homeless guy every time I left the hotel I was staying in (I was having two dreams at once), and nobody would help me.  At first he just wanted my slippers.  And then the next time my shoes.  And then he wanted to attack me, so I couldn’t have any visitors because he was such a dangerous hobo.  And my brother made himself so big that his face was in the sky (I don’t even think I know what that means anymore, upon re-reading this…).

I think this means I’m going to have a weird day.  Or maybe it means I’m going to have a lucky day?  Because my dad and I are driving to Mohegan Sun just for funsies.  I’d like to have a lucky day today.

I’d also like it if it was more than 19° out there, so I hope it gets warmer.  Like in the 40’s.  Because everything less than 30° feels the same: unbearable.

I didn’t get to go to the movies this weekend to see Youth In Revolt *pouts*.  Hopefully I can get there during the week this week.  Maybe Tuesday after Knitfest with my friend Crystal.

Happy Monday everybodies.

Did you understand your dream from last night?
Have you gone to see Youth In Revolt yet?
Will you plz cross your fingers for me so I win some monies at the casino?

My nephew turns 6 today.  SIX.  That means he’s more than half way to ten.  More than half way to double digits.  A third of the way to being a legal adult.  I feel a slight panic coming on.

It is also Benny’s birthday.  And Megan’s birthday.  Happy birthday, Benny and Megan!

On a slightly related note: 158 days until my birthday.

OK, so you know how I pissed and moaned about how much I missed reading last month, and how I couldn’t wait to start reading the books I’d ordered?  Well, instead of reading one of the – *counts* 21 unread books that are sitting on my shelf, I’m reading The Other Boleyn Girl again.  Because I’m obsessed with Henry’s wives, particularly Anne Boleyn, and all things 16th century England.  I’m like fighting with myself not to read The Queen’s Fool and The Virgin’s Lover again once I’m done with this book.  Because I have 21 other books to read that I haven’t ever read.  How can I justify buying more books after Christmas if I still have so many yet to read?

You don’t even have to tell me how sad I am.  I already know.

I’ve been listening to Hank Green’s new album This Machine Pwns n00bs non-stop for days.  I can’t get enough of it.  I can’t even decide on my favorite song from it, it is every song.  Every song on the album is my favorite.  And I’ve been listening to it so much that the other night I had a dream that I met Hank and his brother John (Nerdfighters FTW!), and that we were inside a video game.

If that isn’t nerdy, I don’t know what is.

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Gwen Bell’s Best of 2009 Challenge:
December 9 Challenge. Something that really made you grow this year. That made you go to your edge and then some. What made it the best challenge of the year for you?

Four words: National Novel Writing Month.  The project has definitely been my biggest personal challenge to date, not just in 2009.  I found myself in places where I wanted to just give up, where I hated everything and nothing made sense.  I got angry and frustrated, but I still kept going.  I learned a lot about myself last month, and I found that something could be hard but I could still enjoy it.  I realized without a doubt that writing is what I want to do with my life.

For some reason, all day Saturday it felt like Sunday, like I was going back to work the next morning.  It actually felt kind of crummy because I knew I had one day of weekend left but it didn’t feel like I did.

This morning I had this really strange dream that Alli lived with us, and that me and Alli and John had to go to school, only we had to run around town with this other group of adults and kids to find the bus stop, even though the bus stop was supposed to be in front of our house because of John.  Then somebody threw hot chocolate at my head, and I had to run upstairs into my apartment to change, but I couldn’t remember if I had gym class or not so I didn’t know what to wear.  When I got back downstairs all the other people were jogging to where they thought the bus would be next.  I had to run to catch up.

People, I am not a runner.

Then I lost them.  I had to run up one street and down another, but I caught up with them just in time to get on the bus.  I had to sit next to this girl I used to share the bus stop with in high school, and she didn’t like me very much.  She was sort of snobbish.  I wanted to sit with my nephew or Alli, or my friend John who was also at the bus stop.

And the dream I had last night, before I woke up to Sarah and John getting ready for school/work, I was taking Walter to see The Gravel Pit behind The Gray House I used to live in, but when we got there there were tons of people there, and my aunt and uncle were in charge of this large flea market type thing that took up all the space in between the dirt piles.  I was annoyed that so many people were there, because people aren’t supposed to be in The Gravel Pit and I wanted to show Walter by myself.  So we went toward the back where the other ’secret area’ was, and there were houses there!  And a ton of people!  I felt cheated and angry.

But after both of those strange sort of hectic and disappointing dreams, I am in a fairly good mood this morning.  It’s getting to be the time of year where all I want to do is stay in bed.  I go to bed around the same time I do in the summer months, and I sleep past the time I should be awake and showered getting ready for work.  I love sleeping.  I love dreaming.  In the autumn and winter months I like to spend a lot of extra time in my warm, warm bed.

Now I’m off to take a shower, because I’m running late and moving slow, and I do have to get to work on time today.

How was your weekend?  Did you do anything fun?

Today feels like Tuesday.  NOT GOOD, PEOPLE!

Man, I started my morning off right.  I tried to get John to put a sweatshirt on before leaving for the bus but he didn’t want it.  Then, just as we could see the bus he says “I so cold Auntie Jammy, warm me up!”  !@#$%^&*(>~?  I ran back to the house and up the stairs, grabbed the first available sweatshirt (that totally didn’t match his outfit, btw), ran back down the stairs and to the bus stop to hand him his sweatshirt just as the bus was getting there.

I’m still out of breath.

“What If” Wednesday wasn’t a big hit yesterday, but I’m going to give it another shot next week and see how it goes.

Walter is blogging now!  He’s going to be writing at the PQ Nation sometime in the future, but for now he’s got his own blog with WordPress.  Check him out!

Nextly I want to tell you about my dream from last night but I only remember bits and pieces (is that a good thing?  You tell me…).

I dreamed I was at this underground cabin with a yard that looked just like my grandmother’s.  There was a bathtub outside the house in the grass, and Alli and I were arguing over who was going to take a bath first.  Monsters started coming out of the ground, weird colorful monsters that took us and some of our family members into their lair or space ship or whatever it was.  They were planning to tear us to shreds.  I had my baby cousin in my arms, and one of the monsters needed help.  In exchange for my family’s safety I told them I would help them.  Some other monsters had invaded their hideout.  I helped them as best as I could, when one of the last invading monsters threw something at me.  It was a ball, but just before I was going to catch it it stopped in mid air.  I could see it was spinning and it was a perfect replica of the Earth.  I had a feeling deep down in my gut that it wasn’t a replica, that it was the real.thing.  It started spouting colorful fuzz at first, and I frantically wiped it off, terrified of what it was really doing.  But it grew back thicker and faster, it was like monster fur and it wouldn’t stop.  Then a chunk of the earth fell off, and the inside of it was an apple.  The invading monsters laughed at me and the good monsters (were they good now?) were panicked just like I was.  They wanted to help me save the earth, but there was nothing we could do.  The apple started turning a dark brown, then black, and started crumbling from the inside.

Then I woke up.

I know.

So what’s going on today?  It’s not Tuesday, I have to keep reminding myself that it’s Thursday.

Stress is driving me crazy.  I don’t know how to manage it.

Like… how do I not let things get to me?  Because it’s the most ridiculous, the tiniest, the most worthless crap that’s stressing me out!

Last night I had a dream that I had my teeth removed and replaced with alligator teeth and the anesthetics wouldn’t work fast enough and I was aware and anxious beyond the point of being unconscious and then I didn’t want them anymore but it was a more painful procedure to get my real teeth back (I didn’t even want the alligator teeth in the first place!), and then my ex boyfriend moved into one of the apartments in my building when I really never want to see him again and he was ALWAYS hanging out in the hall outside my door so I had to keep paying is best friend to get him out of the building, and THEN I went to the store to find this book for my dad in the middle of the night and bring home some bread but I couldn’t find the book anywhere but people kept shoving other books in my face and I forgot the bread and I could hear my nephew screaming from inside the store because fell down in the parking lot.

I woke up stressed out.

Seriously, dream gods?  What do I have to do to get back into your good graces?  I’m sick of you crapping in my dreams!

I really do let the most inane things get me stressed out.  Things I can’t change, things NO ONE ELSE ON THE PLANET would get stressed out about… it’s like I’ve got this invisible bulls-eye on me that only the stress faeries can see, and every day is target practice.

Breathing exercises don’t help.  I’ve got nothing.  NOTHING in my bag of tricks to help me out.

I’d love to say that my weekend was relaxing, but it wasn’t.  Nothing stressful happened, but that didn’t stop me from having bizarre dreams that made me toss and turn so I felt like I didn’t get any sleep at all… physically and mentally.  I can’t even pinpoint everything that’s stressing me out.  I don’t know how to relax.  You’d think I’d be used to it at this point, but I’m not.  Even THAT stresses me out.

How do you manage stress?  I seriously need to learn something new in the managing negative feelings department ’cause this stress is kicking my ass.

I was going to make a vlog this morning about how lazy and hot I am, but I’m currently thinking in slow motion and don’t have enough time to do it before I go to work.

I had a really weird dream last night, and not even weird in a good way.  Some evil man was forcing me to kill two members of my family and complete a destructive task, he said that if I killed these two people the rest of the world would escape his wrath.  Well, first I had to kill my grandmother.  He said I had to stab her.  But I just couldn’t do it!  I talked myself up, I’d just go in and do it and not think about it, but before I knew it I was hugging my grandmother and putting the knife down.  It wasn’t even a good knife.  But then, because I didn’t stab her all these other people were getting abducted and killed on TV screens all around me!

Needless to say, I woke up in a sweat and I feel exhausted.

I wonder what I’ll eat for lunch today.

OH!  You need an NYC recap.  RIGHT!!!!

It was pretty fun.  I mean… I don’t drink and it hurt all my muscles walking around the city for two days, but aside from the bar trips I really did have a lot of fun.

I met Tom Milsom and bought his CD after he gave us a free concert in Central Park.

I got to climb the Empire State Building.  I didn’t literally climb the WHOLE thing, just the last six floors.  And woo-hoo!  Let me tell you!!!  Standing in line to pick up our awesome picture of awesomeness….

(don’t worry guys, I’ll actually physically scan it when I get a chance, and Pham I need your mailing address for the wallet pic if you still want it…)

…. was the funniest part.  My leg muscles aren’t used to so much activity (read: I sit at my computer all day, serious business) and they were convulsing of their own accord.  I was walking around shaking all over the place in the gift shop, wondering if I crumpled anyone would notice.  Um… I ended up dropping something and bent to pick it up, but couldn’t get up and almost fell on my face.  In front of a billion people.  We probably laughed for a good ten minutes after that (or at least I did).  I laughed so hard I was still crying when we got into the cab.  It took both Lauren and Pham to get me back up on my feet.

We went to the M&M store where I found coconut M&M’s (!!!), Toys ‘R Us, and basically just hung out together.

Meeting KatieDotCom, justcallmenora, Maxie and Phampants with Lauren was awesome.  I also got to meet Doniree, Ashley (bon voyage!), LaceyBean, lemonadelife, and a few more people (sorry if I forget your names!).

Some pictures for your viewing enjoyment…

Lauren, Maxie, and I at 515

Laruen, me, and Pham at 515

Pham, me, and Lauren on the Empire State Building (BEFORE the falling down fiasco)

Ashley and I at Slate

The rest of the pictures are up on my Facebook.

Happy Wednesday, everyone!!!!

I had such a weird effing dream last night.  Beyond this guarded door was a crypt full of demon cats, and we had to go inside.  I don’t know who all of ‘we’ was, but I know my mom was with us.  IRL she doesn’t like cats all that much, but in my dream she had to go – there was no choice.  None of us could be left behind.

Before we went in through the guarded door we has to get these squishy lighter things that emitted a light and sound the cats hated, but they exhausted their juice really fast so we could only use them sparingly.

Well, inside, there were 5 people and me.  I was holding the door open so I was the last one in, and they had all sped away to wherever it was they were headed, but I’d never been inside the maze before and I couldn’t catch up with them.  I was all alone and scrambling to find them when my lighter ran out of juice, and I was almost immediately jumped on and bitten by all these cats with one red eye and one blue eye.  They were sinking their fangs into me as I frantically squished my lighter, desperate for a last bit of juice, and I thought I was going to become a demon like them, but just then my mom showed up and they attacked her too.  A strange girl (who looked a lot like italktosnakes [who's band The Parselmouths totally rocks, btw] from YouTube) led me out and my mom ended up locked inside, screaming at me to get out while I still could.  I don’t know what happened to the others.

When I got outside the guarded door I realized that my hand was infected with demon venom and the strange girl treated it, but she told me it would always be a demon wound and would never fully heal.  I called my dad to come and help me, and when he got there I told him what happened to my mom.  We went back in looking for her, with new squishy demon cat repellers, there were hundreds of demon cats and regular cats everywhere and it was hard to tell them unless they got up close.  When we found my mom inside the guarded door it was too late: she was already a demon and was going to transform into a cat, her true self was draining from her at a rapid pace.  She was beyond saving.  So my dad hurried me out of there and brought me back to math class in B hall where the mean math teacher yelled at me because I arrived a minute after the bell.  I couldn’t tell him I’d just lost my mom to demon cats, it was to traumatic and serious to tell anyone what really happened.

I have the weirdest dreams.