So much for healthy food.

Dinner: home-made beer battered onion rings.

Seriously feel like blowing major chunks.

Slept for almost all of yesterday.

Woke up and found out that I could've gone shopping with sis at the Fashion Show if I had only woken up earlier.

But they bought me an insane amount of hoodies... and a kick-ass black scarf.

So, guess I'm too used to walking around the house in utter silence. For some odd reason everyone is awake and kicking at this hour.

And when they speak, I get annoyed.

Did I mention that it's futching cold at the moment?

I need to send all of my Christmas letters some time before next Sunday.

... and I neglected you for my Livejournal. I'm sorry.

When he was done talking, all I could do was offer a slight, lop-sided grin.

...

I'll be damned if I let him see me cry again.

"I once knew a guy who called his penis Natalie. Yes, Natalie. When he told me that, I gave him an odd look before shrugging and diving back in there."

So, good things are happening everyday.

Karen's in a good mood, and we're talking on the phone at the moment. Making plans for movie tomorrow, watching Jekyll and Hyde tonight, goodness.

And I found my wallet (after half a week!). Awesomeness.

Tyler, get your ass here so I can give you a massagery.

Interesting news from Mr. Gaiman's blog...

The Vampire Lestat... the musical?!

So, here's what I did on my tuesday before school started up again...


There's Em dodging the camera (again)...


...Chris and Yater (too bad you can't see his mohawk)...


... post movie with "attack of the HAN"...


HAN and her wife at Buca


Em and I midst-eating...


... and Chris, again...

Yeah, and some time that night I lost my wallet. ::grumble::

Looking back on a couple of older entries, came across this really nice survey thingy that I did before. Basically, pick an artist and answer the questions only using their song titles. So, for old time's sake, here're a few new ones:

Billy Talent

1. Are you male or female?: "When I Was a Little Girl"
2. Describe yourself: "Prisoners of Today"
3. How do some people feel about you?: "Beach Balls"
4. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend/interest: "How It Goes"
5. How do you feel about yourself?: "Lies"
6. Where would you rather be?: "Standing in the Rain"
7. Describe what you want to be: "The Ex"
8. Describe how you live: "This Is How It Goes"
9. Describe how you love: "Cut the Curtains"
10. Share a few words of wisdom: "Try Honesty"

Liz Phair

1. Are you male or female?: "Flower"
2. Describe yourself: "Take a Look"
3. How do some people feel about you?: "Red Light Fever"
4. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend/interest: "Friend of Mine"
5. How do you feel about yourself?: "Why Can't I"
6. Where would you rather be?: "California"
7. Describe what you want to be: "Firewalker"
8. Describe how you live: "Don't Have Time"
9. Describe how you love: "Stratford on Guy"
10. Share a few words of wisdom: "Good Love Never Dies"

Junior Senior

1. Are you male or female?: "Chicks and Dicks"
2. Describe yourself: "Dynamite"
3. How do some people feel about you?: "Good Girl, Good Boy"
4. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend/interest: "Shake Your Coconuts"
5. How do you feel about yourself?: "Boy Meets Girl"
6. Where would you rather be?: "Move Your Feet"
7. Describe what you want to be: "White Trash"
8. Describe how you live: "Go Junior Go Senior"
9. Describe how you love: "Shake Me Baby"
10. Share a few words of wisdom: "C'Mon"

Nick Drake

1. Are you male or female?: "Poor Boy"
2. Describe yourself: "Hang on a Star"
3. How do some people feel about you?: "Which Will"
4. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend/interest: "Way to Blue"
5. How do you feel about yourself?: "I Was Made to Love Magic"
6. Where would you rather be?: "Place To Be"
7. Describe what you want to be: "Fly"
8. Describe how you live: "Black-Eyed Dog"
9. Describe how you love: "Mogwai"
10. Share a few words of wisdom: "Don't Think Twice, It's Alright"

Sneaker Pimps

1. Are you male or female?: "Black Sheep"
2. Describe yourself: "Sick"
3. How do some people feel about you?: "Perfect"
4. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend/interest: Spin Spin Sugar"
5. How do you feel about yourself?: "Bloodsport"
6. Where would you rather be?: "Six Underground"
7. Describe what you want to be: "Velvet Divorce"
8. Describe how you live: "Post Modern Sleaze"
9. Describe how you love: "Flowers and Silence"
10. Share a few words of wisdom: "Low Place Like Home"

Whilst reading the duck's blog, I realized that I needed to get McLaughlin's new cd.

Two problems: money and money. Money-one for watching Elf tomorrow. Money-two for dinner at Buca.

I seriously won't have enough money to eat at school this week. Yeesh.

Just realized that my big ol' post about the Halloween party has gone AWOL.

Crap.

Well, at least I don't feel as dumb as I did yesterday where I attempted to finish my intalio printing assignment by using the car as a printing press...

Speaking of:

Odd dreams. Never a good sign. Especially with my track record for subconscious precognative messaging.

In other words, odd dreams = bad sign.

It started off rather normal. The family was sitting around the dinner table eating (... okay, so we don't ever eat at the same time these days, but it still seems normal enough, yes?) when grandma says something that infuriates me. I take a stab at her marginal cooking skills (she made that dinner) and...

Fast forward to us washing the dishes. She's talking about who knows what, and I get really mad at her again. Then she takes a crack at MY culinary skills, so I retorted by vomiting up dinner into the kitchen sink.

Cut to the old (big) house back in Arizona. I'm sitting on the couch watching TV when mom tells me to turn the tv off and get to bed. As I'm reaching for the remote control on the coffee table, I notice this weird plastic/paper top hat that's rather huge.

Inside is a gigantic, steaming mound of stuff. And that would be dinner. Natural instinct is to take the big ol' hat (which is covered in this star, moon, and sun design that used to be on sis' tack board), put it on the kitchen table, and vomit more food into it.

One problem, all the fluid in my stomach (acid and all) drained at some point so I was trying to projectile-vomit semi-dry spaghetti noodles.

... and that's when I wake up, choking on some nice saliva.

Could be worse. The way that I sleep, if I had thrown up while dreaming I would've choked to death.

Hmm... but what could it mean? Details in a later report.