Dream

I dreampt about him again last night. Dang it! We were making out at his house. His mom walked in and wanted an opinion on a shirt she was going to give as a gift. It was awkward. I don’t want to dream about him.

2006

To do this year:

-visit New York
-intern at a good agency (prefferably in NY)
-get to 120 from 137
-run the race for the cure
-do papers well in advance
-convince Burns that I want to plan and get into the program
-read Atlas Shrugged
-see a broadway show
-see a ballet
-go to some sort of musical performance (symphony, quintet, quartet…)
-go to the gym to relieve stress

I want to say be less judgemental of myself and others, but I’m trying to put attainable things on here. I don’t realistically think that is something I can do at this point. But I am trying.

3 Mice

My aunt and uncle are really big into birding and they catch and band hawks in texas. My dad wanted to go, so they came up for Christmas, stayed the night and the next day they went to catch Dad a hawk. They use mice as the bait in their traps. On Christmas night this is what we did:

Dreams

I seem to be having quite a few of them since I’m at home. Last night he was with another girl, one he had just met. Hanging out like we did last Christmas. Out until 6am. He didn’t want to talk to me anymore. Even my subconscious thinks about him. :-( Damn you dreams.

As much as I don’t want to, I have liked the same guy for close to a year now

I want to be a bitch, but mostly I think I’m hurt. The other day we were in the car and I told him that I don’t want to like him. He said he could tell. I don’t. If I had it my way I would much rather just be friends with him. I was very open with him the other day. Different for me. I am usually very guarded and I don’t tell him much. That day just about everything I thought came out of my mouth. I wish it hadn’t. Haven’t talked to him much since then. I realize it was Christmas this weekend and everyone has family time and everything, but I called him tonight and he asked if he could call me back in a minute. What could I say? No? He never called me back. It’s been at least an hour and a half. I just want things to be normal and not weird. I’m afraid he’s going to treat me differently now. This is why I’m not open. I wish I had kept my mouth shut, I feel like things are going to be weird between us now or he’s going to avoid me. I feel like we’re pretty decent friends and that’s what I want to be. He’s too complicated for anything more. Don’t avoid me. Don’t be weird around me. Just be normal. I am not going to allow him to push me away. Well, I don’t want to, but I guess that’s not really up to me. A few months ago I told him I was going to be around for long enough to get to know him better than he allows most people to know him and to gain his trust in that I was really going to stick around. I meant that.

Separate Beds

I got home last night about 2 from playing pool for a few hours with Mike, Mike, and Rob. (Hi, I’m Larry and this is my brother Daryll and this is my other brother Daryll. Hehe, I’m funny even though the only people who will get that probably don’t read this.) Anyhow, I got home and Mom was up. Weird. She said her throat was sore and that she was getting orange juice. Then I went upstairs to shower and get ready for bed. There were windows open in Brian’s room and I couldn’t figure out what the sound was that I heard until I went in there. Keep in mind Brian doesn’t live here anymore. So I went in and established that the windows were open. I was going to close them, but then I looked around. The bed was being slept in. There was a wadded up tissue and a prayer book on the bed. On the dresser were a blowdrier, mom’s makeup and the other things she uses in the morning. On the floor were her clothes and shoes for today. I had gone into my parents room when I got home to tell my dad g’night and realized there was no pillow in mom’s place. I noticed it but didn’t process it. I did when I saw all this in Brian’s room. Why was mom sleeping in another room??? They’ve both been irritated with each other on and off since I got home. This is weird.

They were getting divorced. Don’t remember any details except that they slept in separate rooms. I guess my subconscious is worried. That is what I dreampt about last night. Not like it hasn’t happened before. I think it would be a much bigger deal now though than it was in 3rd grade.

Kwanzaa

“Kwanzaa was created more than 30 years ago to boost African American pride.” -newslady

All I have to say is I am not PC and I am not going to be PC. I want a white holiday. Most of the people who participate in Kwanzaa are not African; their ancestors may be, but they are not. If they can have a holiday for black people, I want one for white people. Maybe I should have a German American pride boosting holiday. Oh, and I don’t want to be called white anymore, it’s offensive. Please call me German, Irish, English, French American from now on.

Christmas is not a white holiday, it is a Christian holiday. Why create a black holiday the same time of year to boost African American pride? Competition? Is Christmas not good enough for you? Why does African American (black) pride even need a boost? Why not quit separating the races and creating and us and them? If you want to be African, go to Africa. Otherwise, I suggest you accept that just like me, you are American and live with it that way.

Dream

last night I had a dream about school. For our creative application instead of turning something in the way that we do it now, the school split us up into groups of 5. Quinten was in my group. We couldn’t do whatever we wanted to, we had to dance. We didn’t get to make it up, we had a choreographer to do it for us. They decided who got in to creative by who danced the best. We had a funky ballet. We did the dance at night, much like a recital. Could wear whatever we wanted to. I wore all black and felt cute. Weird dream.

Christmas

Ok, first I am going to start out with a big fat no. No, we did not sing happy birthday Jesus, Mark. On to church last night. Had to be weird for the people who are used to seeing my dad sit alone in mass. Last night he was joined by the company of Brian, my brother, Athena, her boyfriend, Seth, and myself. (Mom is in the choir.) We’ve gotten a new priest since I left for college. Been through two I think, actually. I don’t know where he was from, but they’re never from the US. I am glad I go to mass every week or I wouldn’t have been able to understand what was going on. I don’t think I caught a word of what he said. At the end of mass he expressed his gratitude to the choir, which they seem to do every time I am home. Then everyone clapped. Why clap for the choir?!? I don’t get it. It’s part of church. They aren’t giving you a concert. Then when mass was ended and people were leaving, they all clapped again. Again, miffed.

I love coming home for Christmas.

There’s no where I would rather be on holidays but here. Today it is my family (mom, dad, brother, and me), athena and seth, aunt kay and uncle robert, and as always…the curries (5 of them). There is always a lot of alcohol and great food consumed and a good time is had by all. This year for Christmas I was given a microwave. Ha! I guess I needed one. That was the consensus by everyone but me. I’m sure I will make good use of it.

“Yeah, I like raw nuts.” -Uncle Robert
“There was one time we went down to the valley with grandma and there’s this river that runs between Texas and Mexico where….(interrupted by me and a smart ass comment)” -Uncle Robert