"Wolf" live @ the village tavern


Seriously...my heart stopped when I saw this in person...and I still get cold chills watching it now.

I was contently walking in the grass along a highway, when a white car pulled up in front of me, blocking my path, and two guys reminiscent of the Ying Yang Twins are inside. The driver leans his head out and asks if I want a ride, his grill blinding me. I tell him politely no while shading my eyes from the glare of his teeth. Oh, I might add that I was wearing a very generic white t-shirt/khaki shorts camp-esque outfit. The guys look at me and shrug, and I make my way around the car.

A few minutes later, I find myself in this old house. The front living room is straight out of the 1970s with an avocado and orange tweed sofa and glossy wooden coffee table. I'm sitting on the couch with Person A. We are sunken into the sofa, with our feet resting on the coffee table, knees up, flipping channels on the old worn out TV. The rest of the house appears to be some sort of warehouse filled with antiques, and there is some sort of auction happening. We are basically oblivious of this fact, and are just enjoying our Family Feud reruns. (Might I mention that Person A and I do not have a good relationship, or any real relationship at all, in life, but we are seemingly buddy-buddy in this dream.) Well, after a while, in walks Person B. We say hi to him and he just walks up to me, grabs my knee, leans into my face and says, "You are incredibly pretty, but...you already live in this house." He turns and walks off. Person A and I stare at each other in confusion. (Another note: Person A has a slight attachment to Person B...more of an attachment than I have to B, but neither of us are incredibly close to him.)

A while later, we are still sitting there watching the Feud, and Person B walks back in and goes to the edge of the coffee table, kneels down, holds onto this sculpture that Alex made in 3D (that he left and it resides in my room), and begins praying. Halfway through praying, he begins doing yoga-like moves and throwing his legs around, all while still praying. Person A and I are looking at each other in complete awe and not knowing what is going on. He gets up and walks off again. Then he comes back in again and just walks up to me, looks into my eyes and says "Don't worry...we'll get all of this figured out."

And that's all I remember.




There are other circumstances and happenings which make this a more significant dream to me than what it was when I first woke up. I'm not going to get into all of that, because it would make keeping the involved parties anonymous an unnecessary thing.


Also, my horoscope(s) for the day: You've got plenty to think about. You have plans to make. You're going to turn a fantasy into solid fact. Not everybody can do this, but you can.

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Your romantic fantasies may be intense today and could focus on the deeper issues that intimacy can reveal. It's no use, though, assuming that your current dreams will turn into reality because it may be too large of an order. Take it slowly now and your chances of getting what you want should continue to improve.

Just watch it.

This is what my computer looked like about 30 minutes ago...

nataliedee.com

Maybe I'll write a real entry later. Or not. Who knows what this crazy kid will be up to next...

I'm not generally a horoscope believer, but harmer has me interested in Holiday Mathis and how right on she tends to be.
In my weakened emotional state of mind, I am deciding to give this a shot and see how well it reads for me.
So far, this is what it has to say.
Friday's: Making promises now is tempting, but try not to get caught up in the moment and say something that could cause you stress at a future date. Stay cheerful, supportive and noncommittal.
It may be me reading too much into things, which I probably have been doing lately, but shoot me if I like to believe in signs and destiny and all that hubbub sometimes.
And watching Serendipity did not start this, it was simply one of the many signs I have chosen to dub as such lately.

Watching Serendipity and being drowned with eHarmony ads every commercial break isn't good for me today apparently. I feel so lonely, it almost physically hurts.

My my my. What a short (titillating) journey to Charleston that was. Also a bit uncomfortable, but that was only partially my fault.

Liz and I are not hostel people. We learned this through very short beds in a purple room with lots of sketch people around. And lots of driving to find a parking spot at 2 in the morning.

Her Corolla also became a boat, cause we went swimming in the flooded Charleston streets. Mmmm. Fun. Seriously, sort of. I laughed a lot a least.

Joel enjoyed his Sam-made "First Aid" kit, which included wine and a ridiculous illustration of him...so, really, why wouldn't he? I also had this epiphany last night where I realized that he looks freakishly identical to my dad in the 70s. Interesting revelation, I'd say. I should find some photos to prove my realization, even though I highly doubt anyone cares, but I find an odd pleasure in these sorts of strange happenings and coincidences.

I've got to say, everything was definitely worth the nearly 4 hour drive. Nothing beats good music and good laughs. But lots of things beat a bad nights sleep in a hostel. It was still an experience I'll keep with me, and we know we're staying somewhere different come October.

After getting back today, I went to the store and heard at least 3 people mention Mount Pleasant in the 20 minute span I was in Food Lion. Odd. Sign?

I went to Urban Outfitters website to look for a bright new shower curtain, and I end up wanting ( all of this. )

Since my last few entries have been borderline sad, here is a rather interesting video. I just watched the Jello woman a few minutes ago and thought I was going to cry from laughing.






I still have baking to do! Charleston tomorrow! Gift's half done! Egads!

How crappy that I find not one, but TWO perfect job openings at the College of Charleston?

If I had graduated on time, this would be PERFECT, but since I did not...let's hope for this sort of luck two years from now...

Le sigh.

Let's just make this a Charleston filled entry, why don't we?

I'm really excited about the Charleston road trip Friday. I'm working on goodies and gifts tomorrow and Thursday. Camera is ready and many embarrassing videos and pictures will be made.

I'm just ready to be somewhere different.

Sitting in a hospital room all day tomorrow is going to be fun.
With Miranda July and my mom doped up on pain killers, I will be amused.
And free reign of the TV since I doubt my mom will be awake long enough to care.




This Chinese food from dinner is making me feel gross. And I'm extremely sleepy. I just kind of feel like horseshit.
I'm out.

I'm tired of applying to tons of jobs and never hearing anything lucrative back.
All I get are stupid scams and third-party application sites that send you junk.
Why can some people get jobs, quit them, and jump into another yet I can't even get an interview? I mean, I have one job, and I love it, but $65 a week doesn't cut it when I have to pay bills and eat. Plus, not getting as much financial aid this year, so I'm going to need the help. I guess I'm going to resort to odd jobs on the side to make little bits of cash at a time until something great comes along.
Maybe I'm just too picky.

Some little boy kept running around the store this morning and while he was saying some really funny things, I really wanted to kill him mostly.

Funny thing example:

Boy: I'm gonna tell...tell everyone...and mom...
Grandmother: What are you gonna tell?
Boy: I'm gonna tell that you POOTED!
Grandmother: Get over here!

I don't think they knew I was sitting in the corner...ha. I love when that sort of stuff happens.



I also got a friend request on MySpace by Cupcakes For Life. Well, I thought, "Oh...a bakery" or something, but I clicked over to the profile just to see first. Good thing because it was Cupakes to save BABIES! I mean, I'm not all super pro-abortion (just pro-choice...sort of) but the idea of baking cupcakes in order to get people to keep a baby...it just seems ridiculous. And rude. Tricking pregnant women with cupcakes. Tsk tsk.

Kind of makes me want to make pro-choice cupcakes though. Cupcake or a baby? You decide.

Here's my comic(s) that I put together for class this summer...think I may start a web comic. Check it out.
Click it for the larger view.

My seriously astronomical bruise is itching the hell out of my arm.

I wrote out this whole entry basically just bitching about financial aid, and money, and feeling screwed over...

Perhaps it was a sign when my computer crashed and lost the entire thing.

Perhaps I should stop crying over this and just realize that things will work out. My school is paid for...I'll find the means to pay for rent, utilities, and other things that make life livable. It's not the end of the world and things could be worse.

I feel a little dumb now.

Secret Diary Of A Call Girl is so good, and if you've seen my Twitter (twitter.com/samazon) or messenger status you'll already know this. I've become a bit addicted over the past two days. God, I love Showtime, but oh how I hate that I don't get it. Boo.

Being alone in the townhouse is nice...until you realize how incredibly boring it is. And quiet. Minus the brigade of Mexican yard workers that wake you at 7 with leaf blowers and continue creeping around your house making tons of noise until 5 or so. Plenty of hours doing the same things over and over, trying to accumulate as much pay as possible.

I'm going back to my television download watching...and then I shall be productive...somehow!

It was about time for a rename so I sucked it up.
I could only stomach emog33k for so long...and samazon was taken.
Dammit.
Tribute to my favorite punctuation...even though I had to do the dreaded "x" instead of "ex" because otherwise it was too many characters.
Whatevs.

On my way to work, I saw three large, burly black men blowing bubbles in an old parking lot.

Odd, yet heart warming, all rolled up into one.