Things I'm grateful for

• That my parents were driving down towards this area anyways.
  
• That there was a Kohls so close to the starbucks
• That Jad and Evan were willing to sit with a girl in the middle of the rotunda lounge in the commons and talk to me and hug me when I was crying...for a full hour.
• That Jad and Evan took away the caffeinated drink when we realized how bad it was for me.  (never again will I buy sobe.)
• That Bree is willing to leave her house immediately to come visit me.
• That the starbucks had a guy just in his boxers there.
• That I wasn't pmsing...seriously, that would've sucked.
• That Evan was visiting his friend anyways and could just come downstairs.
• That Jessica was watching her friends play football.
• That Jeff was so protective of me.
• That Mr. Price was so nice and wanted to read my stories.
• That I already have final draft...totally random, but it made a tough assignment relatively pain free.
• That Sarah is willing to drive up here and visit me.
• That swirl has easy to stomach flavors.
• That Anna is genuinely concerned with me not feeling awkward.
• That the fifth element dvd worked
• That I saw my old bosses, and they were really excited about me getting the interview and they said they would put in a good word for me.
• That Evan risks being awkward to ask me how I'm doing.
• That Jad trusts me and cares enough to send me random encouraging emails.
• That Bree's hair curls so well.
• That the botanical gardens were open today.

Being sick is never fun

Yesterday I was sick.  Not fun.  Not fun at all.  Nothing serious, just lots and lots of feeling shaky and nauseated and sore throatish.  Allen came over, which helped.  A lot.  

So, the night that I woke up sick, I had an odd dream:

Someone gave me an elaborate sari with turquoise beads.  We were in a shopping store.  Then a dragon with machine guns on his wings came and tried to blow stuff up and everyone screamed and the area was destroyed.   I had to run down a narrow hallway after some people with dust flying everywhere and gunshots going everywhere and I had barbeque sauce on my face.  Someone stole the black part of my Sari, only leaving the fancy turquoise part.  Then I hitched a ride on the back of a truck, which had a T.V. that was airing all the footage of the dragon and the destruction it caused.  There was gray dust flying everywhere, and it turned my blue Sari an ugly blue gray color.  The truck was bumpy, and everyone was crying.

New places give me weird dreams

So, in my dream last night, I was borrowing someone's cruise ship.  I don't know why, I just was.  It was going to be just me on the boat (with the exception of my little Filipino captain...I don't know why he was little or why he was Filipino.  He wore a nice blue coat).  

So, at one of the stops, I went to a restroom in a high class denny's.  And I mean high class.  The sinks all had warmed water and scented soap and singing miniature ducks.  I don't know why.

While coming out of the restroom, I ran into a beautiful model.  She tried to talk to me, ask where I was going (the answer was Canada) asked me about the boat, then tried to get me to stay in LA for the modeling industry, saying I have the ability to model clothing for "non-beautiful people".  I declined.  On my way back to my boat, a guy distracted me, trying to sell me something that I just didn't want, but he wouldn't say no.    

I got back to my boat, and the beautiful model had invited all her model friends and had decided to take my boat.  Said she was suing me.  And then the cops came and locked up my Filipino captain and put me in a reeducation camp, where I learned I was actually a robot (I've been writing way too much) and I actually had to save a giant turtle from a giant shark-lion.  

Somethings just present themselves as humorous

So today, I went in to get my car serviced, and walked to the Starbucks to write for a little while.

At the starbucks, there were about seven older gentlemen in crisp white shirts and nice navy slacks just sitting around, drinking coffee and laughing. It was obvious they were related. I went to my corner and set up my laptop and started to write.

And then the women showed up, all wearing nice black skirts and white tops.

They were having a family reunion. IN STARBUCKS.

And they all ordered the same thing: Tall Iced White Mocha Lattes.

And they were all seventh day Adventists.

Having a family reunion.

In starbucks.

They even took the family picture together.

At starbucks.






On a totally other note, click this:

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"Head up Billy Buddy, there's no time for mercy..."

"Here goes no mercy..."

So, its no secret to my friends that I'm writing a screenplay.  It has evolved in my mind from being an action packed "blow-em-up" science fiction to something that I can only really describe as "indie" science fiction.  It's quirky.  It's more based on their intelligence rather than fast paced action scenes.

(that is one of my concerns, that it isn't fast paced enough.  It's actually moving rather slow.  But that'll be stuff for the revision.)

Anyways, for the dark moment, I had to kill of a character.  And it wasn't just any character, it was the kinda dorky, nerdy kind of character, the one who's always nice in a really awkward sort of way, with lots of brains but is a bit too shy to always use them.  And he had to die.

And it wasn't even a heroic death.  He got punched in the face, fell, and then the main villain steps on his shoulder and shoots him in the back of his head.  

I felt like a bad person killing him off.

Dream last night...odd

So my dream was kinda on the odd side. 

I was in a foresty environment for most of it. Thick trees and such. Lots of small trails and pathways. However, it also meant there was no privacy. 

So in this dream I was still dating Allen and I still hung out with all my current friends when we were in the forest. But there was a clear distinction between good and evil, and the evil people stalked the forest. And one really liked spying on me. Which was abundantly obvious in the forest. I'd be going along in my day, doing work, making out with allen, changing, and I'd look over and see this guy staring at me. (Strangely enough, he looked like the guy who I met at the coffee shop who came over and talked to me because I was "interesting.")

I'd be walking around in the forest and see this guy, and tried very hard not to notice him staring. Which is an awkward thing to do, because you always notice it on some level.

But then, we moved out of the forest and into Glen Mor. And I really wanted a puppy, so I kept a puppy in Glen Mor. Lizzie was okay with it, but Jessica was upset by it. But we had a corner room, so our balcony had a little garden, so the puppy just stayed out there.

And as soon as we all got settled down and bought name brand high fashion stuff for the puppy and planted high trees so creepy evil guy couldn't see into our apartment, a (different) evil force came and took us all as slaves. Well, all of us with good affiliation. All slaves. We were put into giant cages, and the giant gods of good and evil bid on us, despite what our previous affiliations were. 

Allen got picked by the chaotic neutral god, and we weren't allowed to say goodbye.

Then the creepy evil guy asked his god to buy me, and he did. And I was placed in the same section, as an assassin for this evil god. And I had no choice but to obey.

In my little "core group" of this evil god, there was me, evil creepy guy, and a creeper. This other creeper was overweight and wouldn't stop flirting with me outright. So, while on our trips and assassin stuff, I often tried to hang out with the first evil creepy guy, cause the worst thing he ever did was try to give me jewelry. This new creepy guy was always trying to grab me and make out with me. 

Then, on one of the assassination attempts, I ran into Allen. He was doing something random, creating anarchy. We just looked at each other then hugged. and then I had to continue the assassination attempt and say goodbye. And the original evil creepy guy who was more of a friend wouldn't talk to me for the rest of the attempt (which was in a grocery store, weirdly enough.)

A series of texts: A conversation with my boyfriend

Me:  I just had a really awkward guy try to flirt with me.  At a coffee shop inside of borders.  Thank you for being so much smoother than that.

Allen:  The webcomic guy?  Or someone completely random?  Lol.

Me:  Someone completely random who heard me talk about fantasy books.  Then, when I  sat down to write he came up and started talking.  Said I was interesting.

Allen:  Rofl.  You're cute.  Deal with it.

Me:  Lol.  Gee.  Thanks for your overwhelming support.

Captian Hammer here, hair blowing in the breeze

I have songs stuck in my head.  ^

I'm in Northern California for the second time this month.  Yay.  I usually only go once a year.

But Davis is new.  Mostly, its a college tow.  A real college town.  With ten million and one boba and tea shops.  Which everyone knows I love.

And then there's all the little shops that are just too much fun.  And the massive section of organic foods in the regular grocery store (which included Organic Cup of Noodles!)  And all the trees and nice areas.

If this school had a creative writing department I would so move up here.  The area is beautiful.  Its so much a college community.