Vivid Dreams - Glassblowing

                I realized that I’m unnaturally cynical in my posts. If Inx is sad-angst, mine is angry-angst. And really, I’d rather not. And I’m not even that angry all the time. In fact, I can be very, very happy, and very, very silly. Actually, no, it’s more like 50% I’m ranting about something angrily, and 45% of the time I’m blathering on about something happily and slightly incoherently, and 5% I’m actually like lucid and normal. How silly! Like, I noticed how in my entire The Writing Life post, I’m either going I HATE YOU SHUT UP AND FINISH THE BOOK ALREADY, or LOL I LIKE SUPER JUNIOR AND RANDOMNESS I’M GOING TO REFER TO THAT EXISTS IN MY LIFE, and I made like one semi-amusing statement that people who follow normal American mainstream culture would like. Sorry, American-mainstream culture, I really don’t like you. You’re not worth it.

                I think I am witty sometimes, but really rather rarely. It’s unfortunate. I feel like I’m a lot more interesting in topics that I am interested in. Or really, in things that other people aren’t interested in. Or very – okay, I’m tired of being lucid. Being clear-headed is really boring.

                Actually, I was decently angry still. Haha, either way, the point that I was trying to get at is that it makes my blog pretty uninteresting to read. I –

                I’m pretty sure that it’s too hard to keep a thought running in my head when I’m constantly checking my email. I’m saying that it’s painful for people to read my angst, and really, I don’t think that they want to… it took  me like three paragraphs to get my point across. Or 4. I’m sorry, I’m just really wordy and confused! And this is like a really, really public diary. But has none of my more intimate thoughts. But really, Super Junior just runs through my head all the time anyways. I’m pretty sure I don’t even have more intimate thoughts.

                Oh, I had a dream, and K- was in it (K-, this means that you should read this part), actually there were a lot of other people, too, but I don’t remember them. We were working as like…. Glassblowing apprentices. Yeah, I don’t even. Either way, the glassblower person would just give us kind of rough looking globes, and we would use this weird random circular tool to make it smooth or whatever. Yeah, I don’t actually know how it works, and I’m pretty sure you can’t sand glass like you sand wood, but whatever, it was a dream. Either way, you were really good at it. And I started later, and I was watching you, and I was like, psh, how hard could it be, since you just kind of roll it around in the mold and then it’s awesome. So I try to do it. and then at first, I was like PSH THIS IS SO EASY, and then my globe started to become deformed. So I start more frantically trying to fix it into the direction it’s supposed to go. And then suddenly, I have this RANDOM WEIRD AIR POCKET THAT IS DEAD SPACE. And then I’m terrified and I try to fix it faster. And then suddenly, it becomes a tube, all the air deflates, and it shrivels up into a kind of porous-ish looking silver metal. And then the glassblower guy is really mad at me and is just like WOW YOU SUCK AT LIFE. I’m going to give you an easier job to do. And then he hands me this TINY BOWL that is basically the size of a quarter, fills it up with like a few tiny strings of spaghetti, and he’s just like HAVE PEOPLE SAMPLE THE SPAGHETTI AND GIVE ME FEEDBACK ON HOW THE SPAGHETTI IS. And then people are laughing at me because I was just demoted to a really pathetic role. So I take the chopsticks, and I try to pick up the tiny piece of spaghetti. After flailing for a bit, I feed it to K-. And my general reaction after that is WTF WHY AM I DOING THIS. And then I get reassigned again because I was like WTF and questioning my role. They do not appreciate me questioning authority. Either way, I worked in some sort of warehouse with a tanning bed facility. Either way, we needed to clean the warehouse with some kind of liquid with like… sulfuric acid or something. Either way, apparently it was really dangerous or something, and I would die if it got on my skin. Anyways, I think my dream warped a bit, and somehow it was the day that we needed to clean. I just had this random powered spray bottle, and I was spraying it on everything. And it got all over my arms, and then when the alarm went off to notify that we were cleaning, I was like oh crap, I need to be in protective gear, and then I flipped out. I ran through the factory and washed myself off frantically. Then I got gear, which was… short sleeved. I’m not sure why I felt protected after that, but I was wearing short sleeves and gloves. And pants. And they kind of reminded me of scrubs, except for with hearts. Kind of like pajamas or like dentist shirts. Either way, I had to struggle really hard to find them and get them on because I was the only one who didn’t have them on. And then I kind of was like OH MY GOD I’M GOING TO DIE. And then I woke up.

                This is what I get for sleeping 16 hours.

                Also, here is a more epic version of what I saw in my head. By the way, they look really sleepy and not put together because they were just forcibly woken up semi-not-kind ways. Like having puppies crawl all over you. And hitting you with a pillow. And putting a wig and makeup (well, I think that was just getting revenge). Either way, pajamas are really cute, and they make them look like little kids, and it’s really adorkable.

Hello Kitty and Bland Cookies

                Have I told everyone how much I love Inx? Yes. Probably a billion times. BUT HE’S THE MOST AWESOME PERSON ON THE FACE OF THE PLANET. And because of him, I now have FLUFFY HELLO KITTY PANTS. That might be the absolute best thing ever. Also, thank you for attempting to go lingerie shopping for me J that’s just going above and beyond. You’re wonderful at gift giving. Also I saw you drive today. And David was pretty annoyed at you for driving not extremely fast. We were confused as to why you would have the bumper sticker. And then we spent forever going who is that person. And then we drove in front of you and it was like IT’S INX, IT’S INX, IT’S INX. And flailing wildly. And wiki tag. Wiki tag is fun. It has been concluded that I can win when it’s about a K pop idol that I know about. And then never anytime else because I don’t know anything about other people ever. Hehe, Lee Sungmin to Triceratops = only takes about 5 or 6 clicks. That’s pretty impressive. Also, some province in China to Minho = only 3 or 4 clicks. But Minho doesn’t have his own wiki page, unfortunately.

                Business needs to never have computers. Because then I will seriously never listen ever and play all kinds of random stuff. Like that random cat trap game. I can’t get myself to go write my college essays. I am just full of happy and hurray! It’s like Christmas came early, which it did. But I guess not Christmas. More like, I just like getting presents. I bet everyone does.

                I have to remember to bring gifts on Wednesday and Friday. And to go gift shopping for the various people that I need to get gifts for. Oh dear goodness, I am running out of time.

                Okay, more about my character. I think she’ll have a blonde wig, similar to Jessica’s. because I really like that wig. And I want to wear it for funsies, besides the fact that it would look extra strange on me since my eyebrows are the wrong color. Perhaps I should describe the guy. He is tall, broad shouldered, and looks like a guy (are you happy D-? The guy resembles a guy and not a girl. And Sungmin is definitely cute, for sure). He has sandy brown hair, likes sailing, and is a lawyer. He also likes hiking, and owns a cabin on a cliff – somehow I feel like I already said that. The cliff is essential. Actually, it’s not that the cliff is essential, it’s the cabin in the middle of nowhere that is essential. Maybe he owns the few acres around it, and likes seclusion. He’s extremely attractive, but doesn’t have time for a relationship… they should both be around late twenties. Because otherwise they are too old for random intense physical activity like intense sailing. Something like that.

                I feel like I have been neglecting the topic of Christmas. Christmas is important! I love holiday season, and I love being a little kid (OKAY, SO I’M NOT ACTAULLY A LITTLE KID. BUT I CAN PRETEND TO BE) and being happily childish. Also, I never knew that cookies could taste so bad. Seriously, prism kids should not be allowed to cook. We’re REALLY BAD AT IT. Not even kidding. Those were the blandest cookies I have ever tasted. I think that E- should just bake and the rest of us shouldn’t. But prism gatherings are epic fun. When wrists aren’t being broken. K-, I hope you are okay! But we should still go ice skating again. Yes you, K-, even with your broken wrist. Just be more careful.

                And soon enough winter break will start! I’m so excited! But college for now.

                By the way, Inx, thanks but no thanks for drawing that Omanyte on my Christmas card J Italicized smileys look kind of retarded.

                Instead of clogging everyone's feeds, I decided to continue my post here about 2 hours later. Because I love this vid. And no, it's not a parody. But it is nevertheless super awesome. Realization. This is my 69th post. *Immature*

AW Effect

This is a very discontinuous rant that I attempted to make continuous at points. Also I am being purposely vague because this is a public blog, and so if it doesn’t make sense to you, it’s probably not supposed to.

The Archaic Weaponry Effect (AW Effect) (it’s referencing something that K-, M-, Inx, and I made up in the car ride over that was full of both giggles and “oh God what are we going to think of next” and thinking about Taboo and lots of randomness about Halloween party and our uterus/virginity hurting… but not collectively because we are not in sync yet… along with awesome story that most people will not think is awesome but we think is awesome because we have a very weird sense of humor) actually has nothing to do with weapons. The AW Effect exists when two entities are extremely close to the point where I can’t tell where one mind starts and the other finishes, and they seem to be completely at odds regarding the – well, actually I won’t say, because I would assume it would make it too obvious. And dear readers, you most likely already know what’s going on, but for the few of you who don’t, I’d like to keep you in the dark. But they take turns, and there is a passing period where life basically sucks for any third party involved.

It’s just something that inflicts my every day life with abnormal amounts of pain, and makes me wish that I really didn’t care. Because honestly, how hard is it for two instances of something to occur simultaneously? Do you script my life? Because if you do, really, can you make it better? Seriously? And why do you have to be so mean to me. You make me cry. Feel bad. Now. But of course you do not feel bad. Of course you probably do not have any idea what you are doing to me, neither of you. Unless you guys are actually secret masterminds who are plotting out my life to make it so that I am perpetually miserable, in which case, you guys are horrible. Emphasis on the whore.

On a completely different note, I’ve been listening to “Dreaming of You” (E-, you should be happy! It’s the first song that I listen to that has had like… any Spanish at all in it J). Late at night when the all the world is sleeping, I stay up and think of you… and I wish on a star that somewhere you are thinking of me too… I do wish. So much so that breathing hurts. It’s such a pretty song! L-, thanks for being more of a hopeless romantic than I am, and printing out fanfic for me every morning. And having Love Actually on your Zune. Because you kind of brighten up my day all the time. Seriously, you are one of the most fabulous people I know. And having a glitter wand made of a bubble tea straw. Oh you, I should tell you to do homework instead of making my life so much more wonderful. All I have are dreams of you… and a few cherished memories, even if you don’t like them. (Oh, before you readers get confused, I’m referencing two different people. At least. I might end up referencing like six.) I’m dreaming of you tonight Really, I don’t have dreams. I have nightmares. About the silliest things. But I do have nightmares always, and they’re always so realistic. And if you’re reading it, you’ve graced a dream of mine. Yes dream, not nightmare. FEEL SPECIAL.

I love my friends more than anything in the world. I am super grateful for them. They’re just the light of my world when my life seems to be collapsing (but really, it’s just dull. I want a shiny world, please). Okay, I am done with my pretty fail rant. Goodnight, all you readers.

(Oh, and to !!!: I really, really, really, really, really, really love your blog. So update it please.)