A new medication I've been taking has the possible side effect of unusual dreams. Now, I've always had unusual dreams, but in the last few weeks they have been more frequent and more intense. I've dreamed about traveling in airports inside of convenience stores, going back in time by train, grilling cat food, watching Gauls hold ancient ceremonies, and many other things.
I think because of the weird dreams, I am having a harder time snapping back into reality when I wake up. A few nights ago I woke up and was completely out of it. I wasn't really sure what I was doing, but what was really confusing me was this thing in my bed. Sleep-me couldn't even figure out what it was - was it a person, a lump, or something else? And why was it in my bed? So, logically, I reached out and poked "it" in the face a few times.
"It" was my boyfriend, who is almost always next to me when I'm sleeping, and should thus not have confused me so much. On the second or third poke I realized this, apparently said sorry, and went back to sleep. The next morning I had convinced myself it was all a dream.
Turns out it wasn't, and I had poked him in the eye. He had turned over to escape me and my sleep-poking. Poor guy!
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Real Life Romance
Something young women seem to hear a lot is that love in real life isn't like the movies. I always thought, "well, duh, and I wouldn't expect it to be." I thought I had a healthy enough dose of cynicism, or at least common sense, to not expect a romance movie style romance. Not that I watch a heck of a lot of romantic movies, but you get the drift.
And overall, I think I'm pretty good at being practical. But sometimes I slip up and get all crazy about things and it stresses me out. I watch movies and think "wait, why don't I have that? Why can't that dramatic romantic thing happen to me?"
Well, thing is, I probably do have that. I love my boyfriend very much, and from what I can tell, he feels the same way about me. At least, he tells me so, and the guy continues to put up with me, so that should say something. Real life really isn't like the movies. Those characters (probably) haven't had to deal with each other when one of them is sick, or stressed, or hogging the covers, or at the very lowest and crappiest emotional state they can be in. Which means they also probably haven't had the opportunity to see each other in bad situations and love them anyway, and show that love.
Also, "real" people don't often have moments when a dramatic declaration is necessary, and not many people are reunited with their love after breaking a curse that made them look like a pig. Um...look up the movie Penelope. And I'm lucky that my life doesn't have much along the lines of emotional returns from war or pig curses or star-crossed love. Sure, sometimes I want to be swept off my feet and kissed passionately, but only if it's by a man who will also drive back to my apartment and get my medicine when I'm sick and crying.
And I hope that poor guy doesn't mind me constantly posting personal things like this to my blog.
And overall, I think I'm pretty good at being practical. But sometimes I slip up and get all crazy about things and it stresses me out. I watch movies and think "wait, why don't I have that? Why can't that dramatic romantic thing happen to me?"
Well, thing is, I probably do have that. I love my boyfriend very much, and from what I can tell, he feels the same way about me. At least, he tells me so, and the guy continues to put up with me, so that should say something. Real life really isn't like the movies. Those characters (probably) haven't had to deal with each other when one of them is sick, or stressed, or hogging the covers, or at the very lowest and crappiest emotional state they can be in. Which means they also probably haven't had the opportunity to see each other in bad situations and love them anyway, and show that love.
Also, "real" people don't often have moments when a dramatic declaration is necessary, and not many people are reunited with their love after breaking a curse that made them look like a pig. Um...look up the movie Penelope. And I'm lucky that my life doesn't have much along the lines of emotional returns from war or pig curses or star-crossed love. Sure, sometimes I want to be swept off my feet and kissed passionately, but only if it's by a man who will also drive back to my apartment and get my medicine when I'm sick and crying.
And I hope that poor guy doesn't mind me constantly posting personal things like this to my blog.
Keeping Draino in business
A certain man in my life has been suggesting recently that I grow out my hair. It's something that has occurred to me too, because, well, Brittney Spears has my haircut in the Womanizer video and it looks like a wig. Is a wig, I mean, and I would prefer my hair looks like hair. Also, I'm bored with it.
But Brittney and wigs are not my point. My point is, I'm afraid to grow my hair out because I shed like a cat. As a matter of fact, between me and my cat, I have a constant vacuuming problem. It is entirely possible that if I let it go too long, you would never see my carpeting.
My cat is also shedding more because spring is coming. Could I be shedding because of spring? This week, I have pulled hair out of the shower drain three times at my apartment, and once at the boyfriend's house, just so the water would drain better. While vacuuming up the hair disaster, I had to stop and pull hair out of the vacuum brush-thingy because it wouldn't spin. And if I haven't disgusted you enough already, I took photographic evidence:
That's only what I pulled from the brush - much, much more got vacuumed up or swiffered and thrown out. And apparently some floss came along. Anyway, I have no idea what to do about it, but I'm clogging the drains and making a mess and it's driving me crazy.
But Brittney and wigs are not my point. My point is, I'm afraid to grow my hair out because I shed like a cat. As a matter of fact, between me and my cat, I have a constant vacuuming problem. It is entirely possible that if I let it go too long, you would never see my carpeting.
My cat is also shedding more because spring is coming. Could I be shedding because of spring? This week, I have pulled hair out of the shower drain three times at my apartment, and once at the boyfriend's house, just so the water would drain better. While vacuuming up the hair disaster, I had to stop and pull hair out of the vacuum brush-thingy because it wouldn't spin. And if I haven't disgusted you enough already, I took photographic evidence:
That's only what I pulled from the brush - much, much more got vacuumed up or swiffered and thrown out. And apparently some floss came along. Anyway, I have no idea what to do about it, but I'm clogging the drains and making a mess and it's driving me crazy.
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