Wednesday May 18 2011

DREAM: Waiting on an island with a few friends, mostly all the people that I live with like Josh, Carmen, Anthony, Dustin, and Kevin. The sky has a dark grey hue to it, cloudy and moody—the ocean spread out before us. There’s no shore though, more like a ledge that just drops off. All of a sudden a red Mustang drives up close to the edge. It’s able to maneuver like a boat. There two people in it with hunky black guns. I jump into the water, which is like 3-foot deep. They have the guns aimed right at me. I attempt to point them away but it’s very difficult. Eventually, I get a hold of one, aim it into the sky, and pull the trigger. No bullets. It’s a fake. The hostility of the guys in the car is no longer there. Back on the beach. Carmen is acting hostile towards the group and myself. I’m holding one of our black steak knives from the kitchen, which Carmen was holding a second ago. With the knife up to her neck I threaten her, “Look Carmen! You have to stop.” Then pretending to cut her throat I say, “This is better for the group. We have no choice.”

Waking up just after 3 p.m.

My body feels achy and my nose is still sick.

Breakfast: Plain Bagel with Cream Cheese and Honey. Hot Oolong Tea with Honey. Ibuprofen.

Researching spiders and whether or not one should allow spiders to be in the house. Found some interesting sites on the topic:


House spider myths:

Identifying the dangerous kind:

Common VB spiders:

Unrelated I found a piece of writing on hoarding: Of course I immediately think of Kenneth. He’s the perfect example of it getting out of hand. I don’t consider myself a hoarder in that sense. I do have some of these qualities the article talks about but I think I’m more of a conservative hoarder. You have to keep in mind your living condition and the amount of space you have available for collecting. It’s smart to hold on to something you know will be useful in the future but too many material things can create unneeded stress in your life.

The throws of material possessions are addressed by Jesus: “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” (Matthew 6:19-21)

And Buddha: The second Noble Truth states that the origin of suffering is attachment, “Because the objects of our attachment are transient, their loss is inevitable, thus suffering will necessarily follow.”

Business—sipping on Oolong Tea.

Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.

Watching Endgame [2009].

Google work.

Mango and Blueberry Yogurt.

Google work.

Rachel walks into my room—updating the news on her blood clot—we analyze her life scenarios and other such things.

Editing some video footage from a Musicplayer show.

Dinner: Vegetable Noodle Soup with Northern Beans. A Carrot, a little Pita and Hummus, and Garlic Naan Bread.

Margot drops in after a little night of drinking. I’m sitting on the couch chowing down slowly on my food while she talks about how sleepy she is.

Carmen describes how she got multiple bruises on her legs from falling off her bike the other day.

Not long after, Margot decides it’s time to go home and exits in a pouty haste—mood completely switched. Meeting her by the driver’s side door. She’s acting bitter and has an attitude for some reason. After realizing that it’s the alcohol that’s opened up this impatient unbecoming side to her, I use manipulative tactics to persuade her to sleep over. Mainly I just have to be forthcoming and, for lack of better term, forceful, but in a sweet way.

After she runs up to my room, I acknowledge everyone inside, “You got to know how to work them.”

She shouts out from upstairs, “Shut up!”

I join her in bed for a little bit while she rants on about the fake spider infestation in the house, “No spiders! Keep the spiders away from me!”

Found an LOL SPIDERS website and decided to make my own just for her. [see above].

Some pretty live photos from that night I played drums with Gabe Niles at Jewish Mother:

Strawberry Rhubarb Pie.

It’s almost 5 a.m.

Anthony: “Oh hey, Margot’s leaving again.”

Apparently, she’s freaking out about having to stop by her house for a contact lens.

Me: “Are we really doing this again?”

Using my boyfriend tactics to get her back inside. She runs upstairs.

Acknowledging Anthony, “You got to know how to work them Part 2.”

Finally, joining her cute little body in bed.

Sleep 5:40 a.m.

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