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the less I speak with my mouth

Ceiling People

The following is a picture of the ceiling in my parent's bedroom, right above their bed (well, where it used to be--they've since moved it to a different wall). If you look at the blob in the middle, it looks like a curly-haired girl with a boy kissing her on each cheek. I named them Randy, Sandy, and Andy. 

Unfortunately, I was the only one who could see Randy, Sandy & Andy, until yesterday, when I had the brilliant idea to take a picture, print it, color them in, and scan it. So without further adeu, here are Randy, Sandy & Andy live in technicolor:

I am aware that the coloring is less than stellar (I always pictured Sandy to be more of a WWII-era pin-up), but hopefully it helps make sense of the first photo/my 6-year old brain.

Weird Dreams

I've been having weird dreams lately. I usually don't remember them, but I have a theory that one is more likely to remember their dreams when they get adequate sleep (which doesn't happen during the school year but is happening now). I think it's been proven...something about not disrupting the REM cycle. 

Anyway, the weird thing about my dreams is how un-weird they are. When I wake up, I can't remember if the dream was in fact a dream or an occurrence from the previous day. 

For example: Last Sunday, my grandpa came over for a barbecue. I was a little confused why we were having a barbecue because my mom had told me that my Grandpa didn't eat meat anymore. It wasn't an absurd idea--my grandpa has some health issues--but I couldn't remember if the conversation actually happened. So I asked my mom, and she confirmed that no such conversation took place. My grandpa still eats meat.

I've always been interested in dream interpretations (nothing ridiculous or far-fetched, just basics), but these are so...mundane. And the meat statement was just one example. Every night I have a dream in which I am talking to someone I know (and they actually look like them, which is also unusual for dreams), and they make a rather unremarkable statement or two.

Not earth-shattering stuff, but I hope it doesn't lead to any foot-in-mouth situations. Or insanity.

Sunday

First off, Happy Father's Day! Now that I have a job (yes, I got one!), I'm appreciating weekends again. Lazy Sunday today. Bagel brunch, then  my dad is going to pick up my grandpa (his dad) and bring him to our house for a BBQ. Which is good, as I haven't seen him since last summer, and he's my only living grandparent.  Bad Dana.

Last night I went to an Imogen Heap concert at the Greek. It was a last minute decision, and it turned out be a really good one! She was mixing her own music on stage and saying witty things between songs, not to mention she has an AMAZING voice. The only downside was traffic on the drive home. Only LA would have traffic at midnight. 

Okay, I'm out of news, and I have a headache. Adios for today.

Decided Today...

1. Stop worrying so much about the future. Today is now. Tomorrow is uncertain. I can plan and worry all I want, and the end result will be similar either way. If things don't go as originally planned, I can come up with a plan B. Done it before, will probably have to do it again. And the world keeps turning. So therefore I must chill the fuck out.

2. Getting the eff out of California when I graduate. I've always lived here, and I don't appreciate it because I don't know anything else. Don't appreciate the lack of culture or humor. Maybe it's a mistake to leave, but it's a mistake I want to make on my own (rather than hear it from others who aren't me...*achem* MOM)) before I have too many assets/baggage to do it and spend the rest of my life regretting the fact that I never got out of the "california whirl pool" (ie. people who try/plan to leave but some force keeps them in). I'm not trying to whine or imply that I am better than my fellow statesmen, I'm just the type that likes to inspect the grass on both sides of the fence to make sure it is indeed not greener on the other side. I like to exercise my options, I like to try new things. If I hate it, I'll come back. If I don't hate it- then it was a good choice. I've wanted to spend at least a small chunk of my life living in New York City since I visited in January 2008. It was cold, but so much more alive than anywhere else I've been.

My mother agrees. Which is good. One less battle to fight.

In other (not particularly interesting) news, I drank non-decaf coffee before bed last night and was wired until 4:30 am. That is when I did most of the aforementioned life planning. Then woke up at 6. Oy. Luckily Amy (WHO READS THIS!!) happened to see my facebook status about being awake and texted me that she was too (due to traveling/jet-lag), so we met at Panera early in the morning and talked for a few hours. I liked it. Friends make me happy, and less worried.

I also figured out what I can do with all my newfound free time, which I have come to accept is my current reality. Last week I was angry/confused about these large chunks of time because I am used to the school year when I have a full course load, a job, and extracurriculars (chicken-without-a-head type of busy). Now that I'm getting used to the slower pace of summer, I've set aside some interesting looking books (thanks to my sister, who majored in english/ creative writing and has a massive bookshelf of lit.), found some dance classes at my gym (hula?!), and located my old music-editing software. And swimming :) 

Tomorrow I'm going to email the CPA who keeps forgetting to call back and offer my services for free (forget the money--at this point I just need it for my resume!). Even if it's very part time, I have other stuff to do now. Like enjoy life.

I am bored.

That is not to say I have nothing to do. I have a book to read, unpacking to do, errands to run-- but I'm still bored.

Yesterday, for lack of a better thing to do (I'd already searched the Craigslist job postings), I Googled boredom. According to some psychologist, true boredom has nothing to do with how busy you are. It is the existential state of being dissatisfied with one's life. No shit.

So for now, I'm stuck in my house, listening to my sister's awful iTunes mixes (classical, bad 90s pop, and old Madonna?) and trying to find some way to be less dissatisfied (ie. more satisfied) with life. A job would be nice. I'm waiting on 5 employers to respond.

My mom suggested, since we are both not working, that we make and sell crafty things, but in this economy I don't know...I found out my favorite (and last surviving) scrapbooking store is closing next month because people don't have the time or money to scrapbook anymore. So I don't know if anyone will want our cutes-y crafts either.

End of an era

I've always had a thing for yearbooks. As I got older, they got fatter (and, therefore, more interesting)

When I was in 6th grade, my older sister (then in 9th grade) brought home her first high school yearbook. I spent hours looking through it.

Today my younger sister (who is a senior), brought home her yearbook, and I realized it is probably the last high school yearbook I'll look through. At least for a while 

I'm having a nostalgic moment.

Back to the Real World

Home from Hawaii!!

Here's a few photo highlights...

Waikiki Beach

Pineapple Splits at the Dole Plantation

Pineapple Express (we were so mature about it....)

And wonderful Strawberry Coladas

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Let me tell you, it was so good to get away (Thanks Nicole!) Now that I'm back home in one piece (a rather tan piece), time to get back to real life. 

In Conclusion

"If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they're yours; if they don't they never were.” 

--Richard Bach

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That's it. 

Aloha (in this case, goodbye) real world, aloha (hello) paradise. What a confusing word.