Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Tuesday. Made it through the Monday madness and blues. And all I got to show for it is a tight chest and blocked nose. Is that nice? I don’t deserve to be sick. I work hard. I gym hard. I eat healthily. So what gives?? The sausage who gave me their silly germs can have them back. I can’t afford to get sick. I have a schedule. A routine. It cannot be broken. Am I starting to sound obsessive? Maybe I am.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Well fancy that indeed!

How is that? I actually got what I asked for. A weird dream. Keeping in mind I’d been studying Greek Mythology for days before I had this dream. I dreamt I was pregnant with Twins. That part is freaky enough – being pregnant would be weird enough without the twins part. The strangest part is still coming though. Athena appeared to me and told me that I was going to have two sons – fathered by two separate fathers. One father being Zeus, the other Apollo. Athena said I would have to kill the second child otherwise there would be a war of the gods and this would result in the destruction of earth.

 

Well fancy that Smithers!?

Friday, April 28, 2006

That stuff dreams are made of?

What is it called exactly? And can you pick and choose to your heart's delight or does someone else get to choose and play willynilly around in your subconscious to haunt or delight you?
A dream doctor?
I'd like a word with mine because well, quite frankly lately my dreams have left a lot to be desired. They make very little sense and don't seem connected to my life in any way.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

I'm doing it to myself so I should just quit complaining right?

Public Holiday tomorrow! And guess what I am doing all day? Studying! Yay for me!
I suppose it is all for a good cause. Passing my exam. Getting closer to my degree. I hope it is raining and miserable. Nothing worse than having to study in the sunshine. Songs like 'I'm walking on Sunshine' playing in my head while I'm trying to shove De Sausserre's linguistic theory into my head can be rather distracting. I suppose if I am going to be distracted rain is going to help either. 'Singing in the rain'!
Oh my tortured soul!