AJ's So Pale, I'm Not Tan, Dad's Kinda Bitchy and But Yet All Man...Singing to the Moon, Thinking To Myself, Hey, Isn't Gabe Sleazy?

The title has really nothing to do with the post, since this will be the second edition of my:
'Pour-your-thoughts-out-on-the-keyboard,-arrange-them-into-words,-and-post-it-to-the-public.'

Well, first of all, I saw Kat today, finally. She is back from China, like I mentioned, and today we said hi to each other, and then...she had to leave. Of course.


I had another dream that I really haven't discussed with AJ, who usually 'interprets' or at least focuses me on thinking about my dreams.
So, here it goes.

The setting is like a desert, with gorgeous mountains and a blue sky as a background. So of course, this is in Arizona or Nevada.
It seems like I'm there for summer camp, with a bunch of people I don't know.
Except I apprently know one. This guy's (yes, guy's) name is Gio, which is short for Giovanni (I think.)
And I apprently am totally nuts over him. He was fighting...or something, so apprently it was a ninja/ninjustu camp. Not sure.
He looks kinda African-American, but I really can't tell. He has that almost completely shaved look for his hair, which is black. Tanned skin and this kinda crooked smile, like he's trying to hold back a laugh. He has black-brown eyes that seem to just be a passage to his hair.
My alive self can see why my dream self fell for him, kinda.
Anyway, I'm fawning over Gio as he fights, and this other guy, (no joke) flies in out of nowhere, with this rose. And he gives it to me, along with what looks like a huge neon Post-It Note.
This guy is gorgeous. He has scruffy light-brown hair that goes to the middle of his neck, super pale skin, and blue eyes that track my every move. I don't understand why my dream self doesn't love this guy.
I can't read it, because he doesn't give it to me, actually, just kinda holds it.
So my stupid dream-self puts my head on his shoulder (!) and reads the note.
'I am Viezenna. I have come to meet you.'
How corny, right? Viezenna, crap on his face, starts to walk away, making my dream-self follow him, my head still on his shoulder.
He puts his arm over my shoulder and we kinda walk, or I do this skipping thing to keep up.

Pause....

Then later, there's a play. I'm in it along with some other guy. It's kinda like a two-man show of Tarzan.
I was Thantor.
Thantor is an elephant. Yipee.
So I stomp around, and the Tarzan dude, (no crap) throws me to New York, and goes 'I need to go find a manly victim. Stay here'.
I nod and look at the United States Map next to me.
I point to (I think) Minnesota, and go "M-I." Then I point to some unknown state. "R-A."
Did I mention I point with my CLAWS now?
'This should be harder...LO..."

And then I wake up. Scared.


I also would like to mention that I now 'radiate' myself with a blue bouncy ball. I get high/a sugar rush off of it. Not sure how.


My awesome necklace is right next to me. I probably haven't explained the awesomeness of it yet.
It's a silver 'string', but the other beads don't move on it, first of all.
Then there's a little circle silver bead, and a turqiuose cylinder bead. Really tiny.
A little circle, then red.
A little circle, then yellow/gold.
A little circle, then black.
A little circle and green.
And then a break.
It goes down 'till the curve in the necklace, and then there is a Native American rug-like pendeant.
Attached to that are two silver feathers, with one turquiose cylinder bead on top of each.

It's so luffly. They stand for (named by me :])...
Turquiose in the string: Water
Red: Fire
Yellow/gold: Air
Black: Metal
Green: Earth
Pendeant-thing: Earth
Feathers: Sky



Such a long post X-X

The title is my spoof of a spoof called 'You Belong With Me', the original by Taylor Swift.

Sunday, Puppies, and Sisters?

Well howdy.

My Sunday sucked for the most part. Actually it didn't, but since I'm such a jerk and emo-y, I'll say it did. K? Thanks.

First, I rolled out of bed waaay too early (9 AM), and I really rolled. I rolled off the bed and landed on my hands and feet, not a scratch. Typical.
So my first thought are the most beautiful Alaskan Malamute puppies on the planet, which I will explain in a minute.
My second thought is that I frikin' forgot to go roller-skating. Oh my god, I threw a spaz attack, then went back to the calming thought of puppies.

But I got mozzerella sticks! Breaded mozzerella sticks! And a soda machine! Oh gee, life is good sometimes.

I had another weird dream, but it was a ton of fun! (This is the puppy part.)

First I saw an Alaskan Malamute female walking down an abandoned looking street, walking along with puppies behind her. She licked them. "Stay here." She told them and ran into the street, killing herself.
I ran in probably an hour later, cuddling the puppies on the street. I took them to a vet place and got their 'papers,' though I don't know who their father is. Probably a Samoyed.
I walked home with my pups, thinking that five puppies for one apartment weren't too many. I sat on my bed, my mom didn't say anything about the bundles of fur in my arms.
I counted the puppies. SEVEN puppies. Not five. SEVEN.
I hugged them and let them crawl over my bed as I read the papers.

((Note: I don't remember the papers well. -.- ))

I read it and found that there was a female called Gleo, and a male called Bible. Other than that, nameless.
I hugged them, and a while later I saw a guy ((Dark, tall, handsome...NOT! He was blond. -.-)) in my room. I didn't know who he was, and I blinked, and there was a handsome/beautiful/pretty/awesome looking black male dog in my bedroom.
I don't know the breed, but it was like a wire-haired pointer, all black.
My mom still had no idea about the growing dog population in my room.
I kissed the dog on the nose and took it in my bathroom and gave it a drink of water from the sink.
I hugged it and-

Whump. I'm off the bed. The End of story.

Sisters Section of this Report

I found out that I did have a sister (which I knew). She was born Thursday, January 3, 1991.
She would be 19 years old now.
Would. She's dead. She died at three days old...but she's still my sister. ♥
Yes, that's depressing...her name was Blanka.

Thanks for reading...hope this blog isn't boring for you.

My Saturday and the Girl from my Dream!

I love and hate Saturdays. It's one of those days I can't decide on.
Now anyway, because I'm such a pessimist sometimes (like now), I'm going to start with the cons of Saturday.

Cons

• Have to wait until parents get home to eat
• Am stuck inside all day
• Homework stares me in the face
• Have to do 'chores'
• Have to go shopping...not fun
• Have to eat whatever's put on the kitchen table for breakfast
• I get fat on the chocolates on the dinner table

Pros

• Late getting up! I sleep in 'til 11 AM
• Am stuck inside all day
• Get to run around the house in underwear with no one caring
• Get 5 hours of computer time
• Can sing as loud as I possibly want
• Can daydream as much as I want
• Can do what I want
• Can sneak into the cabinents to eat all the chocolates
• Can slide through the living room in socks, smashing into sliding door with no one caring

Now that you know my awesome day...I have nothing else to say. I stayed on the computer and sang Peanut Butter Jelly Time at the top of my lungs.

I also thought about that stupid dream. Ahh...I even have a picture of the girl from the dream.

DA DUM!

Here she is, attached to the post. =3 I love my computer.

Yes, I made her with my own computer, but the clothes suck. Imagine regular clothes on her, but no shoes! She's pretty, in my opinion. I made the frikin' picture. You can't find it on Google Images or anything. I. Made. Her. Thanks for listening.


Thanks for reading, comment on the girl!

My Bruise, School and Dreams, Maybe a Poem

My bruise (which I got from AJ yesterday), I am happy to report, is red, white, and green! Glory, glory, hallejuah. It hurt if I push on it. Yay.

Speaking of AJ, I have professinally diagnosed her with (*drumroll*) Laughitis. It is when you can't stop laughing about one word that used to be meaningless.
The story? I was writing down my summer haiku in calligraphy, line by line, with AJ reading over my shoulder. The line was "Swimming through the nice, cool pool" but she read it as "Swimming through the nice, cool poodle." AJ started laughing so hard, I actually thought that she was throwing up beside me. But she wasn't, she just laughed for 10 minutes straight.
Then she said "Nice, cool guts...swim...POODLE!" And cracked up again. Wow, AJ, wow. Inside joke right there.

My dream was probably one of the weirdest ever.

First it is a huge mansion/private school/residence, next to a lake and a forest.
I was, I guess, a student. I was walking through the forest, when I saw a little blond girl who I 'knew' hated the Irish dancing class.
So she was there, on like, a balcony in the middle of the forest, and she hopped the fence. "Oh, what the heck." I heard her say, and she ran for the house/mansion place.
I ran after her, but she had had the head start. So she was almost in the house, and she slipped and fell in the lake. She tried to swim up, I saw her head once, and she looked like she was pulled down.
I ran toward her and tried to get into the house to tell someone, and I saw people under the water. They were alive and everything.
I slipped, and they pulled me under too.
I was out of it for a while, then I woke up and saw a lady. She was really tall, and pale. I knew I was underwater.
So I looked around, everything was crimson-blood-red and blue. It was beautiful, really.
The lady took me to this awesome place, where you could float through the air like you were swimming, but you could breathe and everything. I fooled around there for a while, then went out of it again.
When I came to, I was in an indoor mall thing. I tried to go into what looked like a Target, but a police-like-woman stopped me.
"You need the Flu and Feet shot." She told me, and gave me two horribly painful shots in the arm.
I didn't feel like going into 'Target' anymore, so I found Lady Tall and asked her what this 'people' were called.
She said she couldn't tell me, and then I woke up.
Weird, right?

Poem(s)? This will suck. I hate writing poems, but I made two off the top of my head right now,

You
  Think
    You
      See
        Me
          But
        Now
      You
    Don't.


If I was invisible,
A miracle,
Would happen.
I wouldn't think
About you
Anymore
Because I
Wouldn't be
There for
The suffering
That is
There
Everyday
When I
Look at
You with
The Brown
Eyes that
I wouldn't
Have
Because
I'm
Invisble.