Sleep

My whole world is literally spinning through my eyes. I haven't slept in days and it's getting really upsetting. Have you ever been awake for such a time? You may think it'd be a little fun just to be up all the time, see what's on TV when everyone is asleep, or you could catch up on the latest line of blenders on informative infomercials. Yes, going without sleep is overwhelming, it's a big kick in the pants. Some people have never had this problem before, it's so funny, when I tell them that I haven't slept in days they ask why. Well the answer is pretty obvious, I can't sleep, for some reason my head will not allow for me to rest myself upon a pillow and drift off into la la land. What do I do all night? Well hmmmm, I start out by picking out at least 4 movies, then I order them beginning with a tear jerker, followed by a scary movie or some type of suspense, afterwords a family movie like Peter Pan, lastly I finish up with a comedy just in time for I Love Lucy. Story of your life I know. Thanks for reading.

Pumpkin Patch

Darn, another disappointment....

Last Saturday was supposed to be way far out but it certainly was not. Actually I'm a little frustrated about only one thing, the rest of the day was just fine. The pumpkin patch used to be my favorite place to go to when I was a kid; beside x-mas morning, and the once a year summer vacation to Valley Fair, the pumpkin patch was literally the only thing I looked forward to all year. Mom and Dad would gather us together, even my brother who usually was never around, we'd go there and have a good old time. We'd pick out pumpkins and take them home and carve whimsical faces. Oh, those were the days. Not so fun anymore.

The main disappointment of the trip to the pumpkin patch next to the haunted house being not so haunted anymore and the maze going in a circle, there weren't any pumpkins! There was pumpkins but the sad and droopy ones. I brought an eight year old there and he didn't even feel the festive October warmth that used to be. Man, I've come to think of it, maybe when I was a kid it was the same way, maybe I'm not so childish anymore. Too bad, it could have been a cool place to run off to, ya know?

F.Y.I.

I'm extremely upset about John McCain's "Straight Talk" campaign. Reason for that matter is that I'm not one bit a supporter of McCain, I'm Obama all the way. John McCain must have seen A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors to come up with such a name. In the movie, A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors, the last few kids on elm street all are put into a psych ward becasue of their nightmares. The psych ward has a room where everyone talks about their feelings with eachother; kind of sort of like AA meetings. Anyways the therapists always say before they start to talk, "straight talk only in this room." That is the exact reason for my "Straight talk only" blog. I love A Nightmare on Elm Street movies. I found out about McCain's campaign after I gave the name to my blog.

Snow

Don't you love that time of year when it's freezing cold; when you can snuggle up in blankets and sip hot cocoa. Around this time I'm hating the cold and the snow, I'm sick of the muddy slush, and I'm hating the icy roads. As the saying goes, "You don't know what you've got till it's gone," I'm always missing what I had before. When it was hot and humid outside I wanted it to be fall; fall is actually my favorite season. After some time of fall I begin to want snow and winter jackets. Then when it's winter for a while I want spring to come, but let's face it spring in Minnesota isn't much of a carton of ice cream; it's more like a melted carton of ice cream, literally. Winter has to be pretty bad to want spring in Minnesota. Anyways, I just cannot wait for snow.

Take a joke!

I was raised up from a jokester and a very angry yet humorous man. On top of all that my uncle has to be the most sarcastic man you'll ever meet. You probably get the idea; ever since birth my life has been one enormous joke, a big gigantic sarcastic pulling of my leg. This is how I ended up, some people think I'm rude, or cranky, or sarcastic, or the ever so popular "bitch." I've also been able to pick up the name freak or psycho here and there, but I'm okay. Whatever may come, I'll always be this way because I like being kinda quirky.



No one ever seems to get it. When I'm joking I rarely say "just kidding," because I already feel like I've belittled you by just having to sit with you in awkward silence because you can't get a joke unless it begins with "your mom." If you didn't get a joke I said then don't ask because it's not worth it anymore. I'm a very sarcastic person and I'm aware of this. One thing that I can't joke about enough is the presidential election; I'm a democrat and I love to make jokes about George Bush, John McCain, Dick Cheney, and Sarah Palin. If that offends you then you can shove it, because I will not stop thinking the way I do and I will not stop saying what I want. Being so opinionated does make me come off as a bitch but so far I'm okay. After you're done talking to me for the first time and you think I'm not nice or that I'm rude, it's okay; I like being this way, people respect that kind of stuff in the real world.

out of body experience

Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them. -Edgar Allen Poe. If you've ever watched, A Nightmare On Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors, you'll notice that this quote is the intro to the film. Normally when someone wants to talk to me about their dream I'm not really interested unless it involves real life things that could happen. I really want to tell about my dream.

Nights ago I was dreaming; the dream seemed so real and so terrifying, so terrifying that when I woke up I was glad to be at my house. I can't believe it; I was actually glad to be in my bed freezing to death because I forgot to shut my window. Maybe my dream occurred because I was cold, but whatever It may be I experienced the weirdest dream of my life.

I don't know about you but I've never had my head cut off and sewed back on. During my "out of body experience" I had my head cut off and sewed back on again. I was in a shopping mall, to be specific I was in the Northbridge mall just minding my own business when all of a sudden I'm not there anymore but I'm in Clair's. Little did I know, I was being stalked by a really attractive middle aged man. The weird thing about this was that I knew it was happening but the me in the dream had no idea. Then I make eye contact with him and suddenly we're in love. For some reason it seemed okay in my mind, but thinking about it now makes me nauseous. I may not remember this part but in an instant we were in his house, all happy with each other. This man was loaded and his house made it show.

I wanted to show off my lover and his house to all of my friends, so I invited them over for dinner. once they were there, the man took all of us down to his basement. In this basement was knives and blood everywhere, but again I didn't realize at the time that it was bad. He showed all of us his things, then he dismissed everyone but my sister and me. Before I knew it my head, fingers, and my sisters toes were cut off. Another odd thing about this was that it didn't seem to matter that he cut of my head, my fingers, and my sister's toes; I was still in love with the guy.

This dream is extremely weird, I know. As a matter of fact I haven't remembered a dream this well since I was 5. For that being true it is the reason why I'm calling it an "out of body experience."

After he cut off my head he sewed it back on but still I lacked fingers; my sister had yet to get back her toes also. I know it's not possible to walk without toes but that's why it's a dream. My sister and I went swimming in his pool afterwards with our friends. No body seemed to notice anything. We went into the hot tub, that's when everyone started noticing that my head was slipping off of my body. I noticed that the man was walking toward me so I showed him my problem and he then fixed it for good. He also fixed my fingers and Liz's toes. I was still in love with him. As everyone knows, I'm allergic to my earrings, which makes my ears fake and bleed often. The man fixed my problem and everything was okay.

My dream was seriously weird and I can't believe myself for posting it on the Internet but I think it's interesting. The most interesting thing about it was that the next day I had a kink in my neck and my hands were asleep. I don't know about Liz, she's always in pain on her feet. Another thing to chew on was that I had a weird line indent thing around my neck.

I'm sorry if I creeped you out in anyway; or made you uncomfortable, or sick, or bored.
take it easy

p.s. Nothing wrong and perverted happened in the dream you sickos. I told you everything that I remembered.