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Thursday, April 28, 2005

Mr. Sandman, You're a Weirdo

Speaking of dreaming last night (and this doesn't excuse you from responding to the quiz below!) I feel the need to post about my nocturnal mental activities...

So, the first one I remember was kind of disturbing. Paul, stop reading, it contained lots of sharks. I was swimming in the ocean with friends, I remember Sara, and we saw various creatures, a water snake, and then sharks. This dream was the first time I've ever felt a fear of sharks. We thought we could take it, but we got out of the water onto this little pier and then the sharks starting throwing themselves onto the pier. Finally, someone had killed a few creatures, a huge starfish, or some amorphous blob that my mind created, and, this is where is gets really weird, she gutted it, ate it, and set herself on fire to attract the sharks to her. Assuming her dead, I saw her float for awhile, get tugged from underneath and finally be pulled below. THEN my dream did some movie-like thing, it changed to underwater, following the dead body, which was actually being pulled by a scuba diver!! That person swam to a cove sort of place where we were all waiting to lure the sharks into an ambush! wtf? I remember my friends in like bathing suits with knives, like ok, let's get 'em. That's it. I swear, it was that vivid, I have images in my mind still. Coocoo.

Second dream I remember, I was about to take the LSAT again, the ultimate nightmare. I was sitting there with the worst, realistic feeling in the pit of my stomach. I hadn't done any practice tests beforehand and wasn't prepared and was thinking, why am I doing this to myself?! Why didn't I time myself and force myself to take tests before it was too late?!!!? Oh, the humanity!

Ok, there's your peek into the bizarre world of Mary's subconscious.

Come on people

Ok! One more. Let's break 5 comments, I know we can do it. My husband won't even answer. (I know, honey, you are "writing." just kidding!!). If you are reading this, you must respond. You will feel guilty for eternity if you don't.

1) Who would you turn gay for?
2) What food/eating habit do you not understand or are annoyed by?
3) Do you have a “budget?” Do you manage to stick to it whatsoever?
4) What word makes you cringe?
5) Did you dream last night?
6) What makes you feel true excitement/anticipation?
7) Do you like it when people tell you a joke (regardless of the joke)?

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Busy Child

I promise, promise, promise to post about the wedding. But first...

I can't help feeling that a large part of me is still a very hyper child. When I was young, I would scare my mother with my flips off the back of the couch, cartwheels in our dangeroulsy narrow kitchen, and record-breaking bathtub submerges. Part of that spirit was broken during late elementary school (that's another story) during which I became introverted. I've always had a dichotmoy being of personable/shy, hyper/tired. Now, as an adult, I get this tired energy which turns into mental energy. The more I do, the more I feel I have to do more. If I stop, I crash. Part of me feels the appeal of the physicalty of getting this energy out as I did when I was a child, releasing it by just running or something. But I get home, sit on the couch and I think, god, I don't want to go anywhere. It's where my cleanliness and orgnization comes from but it's also the only source of chaos for me -- if I get too many things going it can be messy. I have this child, this energy inside, but I stifle it, for better or worse.

Thursday, April 14, 2005

I'm too busy for this

But I'm gonna do it anyway! I'm a trooper!

1) What country do you want to visit most?
2) " least?
3) Why do you work?
4) How many hours of sleep do you get each night?
5) Do you like spiders? dislike? neutral?
6) What was your favorite song in 1988?
7) What do you crave right now?

Friday, April 08, 2005

Zoom Project

This is crazy and makes me want to cry a little bit.

Thursday, April 07, 2005

So far, so good

Here's this week's quiz, contributing quizzer: Paul.

1) chicken or steak?
2) guys: boxers or breifs? girls: bikini or thong?
3) LA or NY?
4) Monet or Manet?
5) milk or cheese?
6) train or plane?
7) murder or suicide?

Additional Paul question: monster under the bed or in the closet?

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Cyclical Events

Why does everything seem to happen at once? It’s always a surge of events, good or bad, and then nothing. I’m in the middle of a surge right now, for better or worse. I’ll start off with the bad; my grandma has cancer. I know, this isn’t a very happy blog so far, but it’s what is happening now and what I’m thinking about. She’s the wife of my grandpa who just passed away. So that sucks hardcore.

I got on the waitlist for USC law school, which I guess is a good event. It gets my hopes up in a bad way. I know I could do well there, I’m going to pull all the strings I can to put myself over the edge. It’s my only hope I think. They say you can be on the waitlist till August, which sucks in terms of deciding whether to take the LSAT again (I would have to register in May) or apply to Southwestern (way below USC). I have complete confidence that I can score higher on the LSAT than I did on my actual test in December, but it’s honestly tempting to abandon any thoughts of law school to not have to take that test again…

Yet, there is still the best event to come -- my wedding. That goes without explanation. A few monthes ago, I figured that would be all that was going on at this point in time. I really just want to be wrapped up in the happiness of that, which I am, and will be more and more closer to April 17.

I keep spacing out at work. I’m still sick and I sound like Bea Arthur after smoking a pack (that might be an exaggeration). At least I can talk, unlike last night. I don’t know about this whole assistant thing. It’s really hard to be concerned, or even pretend to be concerned, about someone else’s shit while dealing with your own. It’s probably not good that I write these entries in the midst of my work day, at the peak of my frustration.