Well, I haven't posted anything in awhile, so I will post something now. My computer is mentally challenged. On Word, it won't type the letter "s". But when I print the document, "s" shows up. So it's just kind of weird. I also have to use a different type of internet because the one I normally use (Safari) just quits at random times and it won't let me log on to MOODLE, which is a website I need to get on to turn in my homework. Grrr. 

So our high school is doing another play. This one is actually a play with a story plot though. For those who don't know, the last play was various pieces of Shakespeare's plays. 

O yeah, I got to be a zombie this weekend. The videography class was doing a movie about zombies taking over the school and they needed more zombies, so I got to be one. It was pretty cool. I got to watch Clara get zombified and Tommy get "slammed" into a wall by another zombie. Then we went and banged on the doors and people decided then was the time to go outside (there was a volleyball match going on). They seemed kind of shocked that there were "zombies" outside. Anyhow, I would post a picture but I don't have one at the moment. That's all for now. Bye!

3 things you did today: Drank coffee, fed the cat, and brushed my teeth. 

3 things you want to do: Read the B-I-B-L-E, cause that's the book for me! I also want to read Showdown and eat lunch. 

3 people you'd like to meet: Uh...I'm not a, well, I'm not very good at meeting people. 

3 people that annoy you: Sometimes my sister, sometimes characters (in books/movies) who are perfect and right all of the time, and sometimes people in general. 

3 favorite animals: Cats, horses, and...wolves (would not want one as a pet though). 

3 things to put on a sandwich: Mayo, cheese, lettuce. (I would add more, but there's only three answers). 

3 favorite things to do: Be with friends/family, read a good book, and do something fun (paintballing, wallyball, swimming, ect)

3 favorite TV shows: House, CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, and Dirty Jobs. 

3 things about yourself: I own a backpack, I like to be random, and I know the definition and how to pronounce "floccinaucinihilipilification."

3 things about the person who tagged you: She has curly hair, freckles, and likes to listen to music with screaming. : p

Remember

This is a dream that I had...uh...awhile ago? Anyway, I made it into a story and thought that it would make an interesting post. So here it is. Of course, I did have to elaborate a little bit, but it was a detailed dream. 

“Remember, unlock the door second.”

There is a dark green door with a wade window of frosted glass, it’s brass doorknob needing a key to open. Beside the door on the dark wall is another brass lock. I’ve been in through that door before.

Inside is a room where white tiles cover the floor and ceiling; there are no lights in this room. It is moonlit, but without a moon. Cream-colored file cabinets line the walls from floor to ceiling, but they are unlabeled. Blank.

My pale had stands out against my black sleeve as I gently put an old key into the doorknob. I feel like a thief sneaking in but I am unsure why. I take another key, newer type this time, and put it into the lock on the wall. Taking a deep breath, I turn both keys at the same time. Something clicks.

I gently push the door open just enough to see inside. “Remember, open the door second.” Oh crap. Alarms go off in my head at the same time they do in the building. There are no flashing lights as one might expect, just the piercing sound. Get out. I turn and run.

I’m on a beach and I can see the water ahead. I feel that I’ll be safe if I can just get to the water. Adrenalin rushes through my veins as I sense someone running behind me. It’s much like the feeling you get when your playing a game of tag and you know your about to get tagged. I near the water and leap as far as I can, stretching out my lean form and diving head-first into the frothy waves. My pursuer finds difficulty in swimming but I speed ahead, swimming out toward the open ocean.

After a few minutes of over-arm stokes my limbs begin to feel heavy. I’m thrown into a violent fit of coughing as I swallow a mouthful of salty water. Keep going. I try to gain my momentum back but the water is pulling me down. It tempts me with thoughts of eternal escape as my head goes under. No. I kick hard but there is no energy left. I close my eyes as I sink farther and farther, life leaving my body. My lungs eyes and lungs burning, I try again to break the surface. I sink back down, this time, to die. 

Tuesday Morning

It's Tuesday, which means it's not Monday. So I guess I made it through Monday. HEY! I JUST REALIZED THAT I HAVE A DREAM TO TELL ABOUT! 

In my dream, I wasn't me. I was a woman, maybe 28 years old, and I was running from the police. Sounds bad, right? I don't know why I was running from them, but I do know that I had a son and a daughter that were going to go to Child Services or whatever it's called when the parents are unsuitable and the children get taken away. I think that this had to do with my husband (who was a rotten guy, I guess, and a bad cop). 

Anyhow, I was dressed in a disguise but a policeman recognized me so I went sprinting down alleys and dodging buildings. And I was really fast. I also happened to be wearing my convertible dress as a skirt (which is one way it can be worn). I made it to the library and I changed my disguise in the bathroom (of course). Now I was wearing the skirt as a dress and I ditched the wig. Then I climbed out the window and walked past a police car and they didn't recognize me! Yay! 

My whole goal through all of this was to get my kids back. Tommorow I will post one other dream that I had that I wrote as a story. 

So thanks for tuning in to Synk Thetafyz dreams...again. Bye!

ItsMyBirthday!!!!

Yay. Actually, I completely forgot that it was my b-day this morning. Birthdays are so embarrassing. I remember one birthday I had some friends over and I burst out laughing when we were eating cake because it was completely silent. That's all I have to type about...so I'll type about jars. 

Definition: a wide-mouthed, cylindrical container made of glass or pottery, esp. one used for storing food. 

- the contents of such a container

I think that jars have been officially replaced by cans in the "storing food" part of the deal. Even in my childhood (I'm still young, don't worry), we didn't use jars to store food. They're officially outdated except in storing jams and jellies. Sometimes they store peanut butter. 

Juniper seeds. Goodbye. 

Sunday Morning

This entry shall be typed somewhat like a story.

Sunday morning was like any other Sunday morning, except that my dad was out herring pounding and my sister was in Washington D.C. Rain poured down out of the sky, not an unusual sight in Petersburg. At about 8:30 or so, I was in my room checking on Facebook and my mom was in the living room talking to dad on her cell phone. 

Apparently, she heard running water coming from the laundry room, so she went in there to see what was going on. From my room I heard her telling dad that she had to go right now, that she had to get off the phone and call him back. I shut my laptop and started towards the living room just as she called my name. I went into the laundry room to inspect the problem.

The floor was covered in about a centimeter of water and an area on the ceiling, about 1 to 2 feet across, was bulging about 1 foot down. Water poured from the bulge. Mom handed me a bucket, which I held under the flow of water, and she cut open the bulge. The bulge was caused by a bucket that had been set up in the attic to catch water from a leak in the roof. The bucket had overspilled, soaking the plaster beneath it and now the bucket was starting to fall through the ceiling. 

Mom decided to go up into the attic and move the bucket. I was instructed to continue holding the bucket under the constant drip of water. Easy enough. So I stood there for a minute or two, when all of a sudden the bucket fell from the attic...along with my mom. Luckily, she had her legs around the rafters, so she ended up hanging upside down rather than falling onto the edge of the washer. 

Somehow, I managed not to get splashed as the bucket, water, and chunks of plaster fell from the ceiling. Mom was waving her arms around because she had nothing to grab onto to help her up. She yelled my name hysterically and I had to retrieve a chair from the kitchen so that I could push her back through the ceiling. Alas, I did not grab the camera. Of course, we were both laughing, mostly because mom looked so funny. Mom came back down from the attic and told me how this happened. 

When she went into the attic to grab the bucket, it fell through the ceiling, dragging her with it. Somehow, the water splashed all over her face and down her back. It looked like one of those scenes from a comical movie. 

After this episode we spent the remainder of the morning cleaning the laundry room and getting water out of the fish tank on the boat. So that is why I didn't make it to church. 

Me and My Dreams

Lo and behold, I had another dream last night. 'Cept this dream kind of made sense. I can't remember all the little details, but there were aliens attacking earth. They landed their ships and were destroying cities, so these people made a type of war machine thing. It had five different little pods that had a type of protective shield around them. These protected pods were attached to the machine. Two women and three men, one person in each pod, helped control the machine and they started to drive out the aliens. They managed to clear out the city.

My dream then kind of focused on one guy (whose name and description would be...? I can't remember) who was one of the operators of one of the pods that controlled the weapons on the machine. He had to walk through a rectangular room (this part doesn't make sense). The floor of the room was covered with water and there was a silvery walkway leading from the door he came from to the only other door, which was on the opposite side of the room. See-throughish curtains hung from the ceiling in random places. He made his way down without any problems. 

Sometime after that, the war machine had to be put to use again. The aliens were attacking the city again, but in greater numbers. As the war machine went to clear out the aliens, the weapon system failed. Not only did the weapon system fail, but right as some aliens were passing in front of the helpless war machine, one of the guys' (the one who walked through the room) pod protection failed. The aliens noted this, unfortuately for him, and they killed him. 

That's about all I can remember. So thanks for tuning in to Synk Thetafyz Dream Report. Bye!

Cody and Circles

Muahahahaahaha! I just put Cody outside on his new run and he is currently just sitting out there in the snow. He doesn't like the run very much. When we first tried it on him, he went sprinting off into the woods, or tried anyway, and the force of the leash-thing jerked him backwards so he landed on his back. It only reaches...like 30 yards or something like that, but the point is that now he really doesn't like it to be attached to his collar. 

Other than that small bit of info, I have not much to write about. Ladada dedumbadadum. If you say that really fast it kind of makes your tongue roll. So I just think I will type a short entry about... circles. 

As the famous song goes (when I was a little young person, anyways) 

A circle is a line that has no end. 

That's how long I want to be your friend. 

There's more to the song, I just can't remember it. So in reality, is a circle a line? It doesn't end, unless it's drawn on a piece of paper. When the the pencil (, pen, marker, crayon, or whatever) comes back to the point at which it started, the circle has ended. Once it is connected, however, it also goes on. So can you really say that the circle has ended? Or would you say it has simply begun again? Or was it always beginning and ending all at once? Wow. I just tied my brain in a knot.