Dream

Last night I had a weird dream. I usually have dreams of things that could happen, not things that are impossible, for instance, giant hamburgers chasing me. Last night was pretty off the wall though. So, I was at the movie theater with Zac Efron and his date, but he was like 14, with crooked teeth. So, the person who was seating us came to buckle Zac's seat belt because apparently they had to be locked so no one without a ticket could have one, and they would know if you didn't pay. I don't know why, but I didn't have a ticket. So, I had to sit on Zac Efron's lap while we waited. Talk about awkward. His date then turned into my friend Amiee, and that made me jealous. She had to go to the bathroom so I took her seat, and waited for something to happen where I'd get a ticket or something. I don't know why I wasn't doing anything. I actually remember saying, "I don't remember even coming here." So obviously this was a dream, which I stupidly couldn't figure out while I was asleep. While I was waiting Kammie showed up, and I was saying how fancy "theaters in California" were. There were these guys walking around waiting on people, expecting massive tips from people everytime they passed. Kammie was gone, and Zac Efron came back. Then four seats over was M. Knight Shyamalan. You know how in airplanes they have the seat back pockets filled with pamphlets? Well this theater had these, and apparently his movie was being advertised in one of them. He kept telling me to get out of the seat so a real customer could look at the advertisement. I was trying to tell him I was waiting for my friend when Amiee walked up. Feeling very much out of place, and wanting to leave, I said I'd wait in the car. They told me our forerunner was there because I'd driven, which I'd had no memory of. I was walking out, and mom was there. She was sitting with Amiee and Zac. She said she'd walk me out to the car. We got out to the parking lot, and there was our car, by itself at night. She didn't want me to be there, so she drove me to an ally. I told her I'd rather be in a lit parking lot out in the open than in this ally. I think this finally made her think to just buy me a ticket. So we went in, bought an ice cream cone, which was required when getting a ticket, and while I was choosing the size and flavor, I woke up.

You Know What I Mean?

Big Oven.

The other day I was thinking, people would have so many less troubles, if they manufactured really big ovens. Have you ever wondered how they make the world's largest pizza? I know I have, then I saw on Arthur that they have to dig a big hole in the ground and cook it from underneath or something silly like that. First off, who wants to eat pizza from a hole in the ground, and second, what about other baked goods? Clearly if you wanted to make the world's largest cinnamon roll, you'd need a huge oven, not just a dumb hole in the ground.


























Stupid Slogan.



Have you heard the slogan "If you can't eat right, eat smart." ? I have. I first heard it... well a while ago, but what's amazing, is that they still don't have a new slogan. I mean come on! Eating right IS eating smart! Duh. I think they should change their catchphrase to "If you can't come up with a good slogan, you get fired. So long Brad."









Movie Ticket Quality.



So, I was in Provo for a while a while ago. I went to the dollar movie like 4 times. It cost more than a dollar, but that's for another post. The point is, that I got into the theater and slipped my ticket into my wallet. I save all my movie tickets... because I want to. Anyway, I noticed that back home where movies cost $9, the tickets are like beige, and then at the dollar movie, costing somewhere between $.75 to $1.75, the tickets are all different colors. Just goes to show you that movie ticket quality is a factor to some people. When I become rich and famous, I'll open a theater where each ticket is hand painted for the movie. Eat that... movie theater owners...




Iron Man.



Speaking of movies, I saw Iron Man while I was in Utah. It was good. And I've decided this much: If Tony Stark wasn't a fictional character, and he was 20-30 years younger... I'd be all over that.




He's so cool. I'll tell you one thing, he and Bruce Banner are tied for awesomeness in my book.




"You Know What I Mean?".



Why is it that saying "You know what I mean?" with one raised eyebrow, always means something dirty? I don't get it. Maybe I want to say "So, I played the piano today. You know what I mean?" Ummm... ok, yeah it sounds dirty. Never mind.




Planes, Trains and Automobiles... and Boats.



I've discovered that I can't travel in any kind of vehicle without getting extremely nervous. Planes make me feel like I am going to fall out of the sky. You know that dip thing they do? Yeah, that's rough on the tummy. Trains are also scary. I went on one in New York. It was fun, except for the parts where it was passing a wall and swaying at the same time, and I was in the window seat, so if it did crash, my face would probably get scraped off. I just got shivers down my back. Automobiles, often called the car, are just scary. You don't know who's going to come barrelling toward you. Boats mostly just make me sick. Oh and there's also the fact that if it crashes, nothing can save you. Ok, maybe there are things that can save you... like swimming. Just keep in mind this is coming from the girl who last year thought there was a rattle snake in her room... upstairs. There's also the time that I though that someone was going to have the urge to get their mouth stuck on the bathtub plug and not be able to get up. Oh and the time that I thought, "I better turn off the hall light, because if mom comes up stairs with a laundry basket and tries to turn it off with her elbow she might fall down the stairs." Yes, I do have anxiety problems.


Heart Attack.



The other day I was having shooting pains going up my right arm. I thought "Don't worry", because if I was having a heart attack, there would be shooting pains going up my left arm... right? Well inevitably, I started to panic and hoped that I didn't have a heart attack. Don't worry, I didn't.















Link Larkin.



If Link Larkin was real, I'd marry him. I'll admit, I do have a lot of fictional crushes, but Link just blows Tony Stark and Bruce Banner out of the water. In fact, I think anyone named Link would. Oops, maybe not the Link from "The Legend of Zelda". Isn't he some kind of elf? He does wear that weird hat.

I basicaly love soft serve ice cream. It's delicious. It's soft... and served right to you. Mmmmmm. If I was a millionaire- and i will be- I'd get a soft serve ice cream machine.

The other night, I flew to New York on a plane- obviously. I was pretty much a wreck by the time I actually got to the airport. I was about to throw up and wet my pants at the same time. I was sure that I was going to get lost, not get to my terminal on time, miss the plane and then of course, inevitably, die. It always ends up that way in my mind. Luckily it didn't literally end up that way. The ride over to the airport was almost worse than actually riding the plane. I looked at the clock, right before flying to NY, and saw that it was 9:11. Of course right before a flight I had to look at the clock right then. I couldn't have had worse timing.

I took some medicine right before I went on the plane. I asked mom if I could take antihistemigne (sp?) and dramamine (sp?). She said they'd have to haul me onto the plane if I did. Unfortunately I decided to take the antihistemigne. So, first off, I was already tired, then it made me more tired, my head was fine, but I felt super nauseaus. I think the guy next to me thought I was having a siezure or something. Whenever I take that medicine, I get really bad RLS (Restless Leg Syndrome), so I couldn't stop moving, then I was half asleep, so I wasn't exactly being graceful. Then finally I figured that part of my squirming was because I needed to go to the bathroom. I tried to make myself hold it, but I couldn't. I resigned myself to going to the bathroom. I thought flying in a buckled seat was bad. Imediately when I got into the bathroom the muscles in my lets started to seize up. I literally felt like any second, the ground around me would crack away, and I was going to fall out of the sky. I tried to comfort myself by saying that if I did fall, at least I could do some sweet tricks while skydiving, and upon impact, I would die instantly, so I wouldn't feel any pain. Fortunately, I didn't fall, and returned to the seat where, the guy next to me probably wished I had fallen so he wouldn't be so wierded out at my freakish seizures. Oh, did I forget mention my sleep talking, or waking up multiple times with my mouth hanging wide open?

So, when I arrived at Deon's house yesterday- was it really yesterday? the past two days have seemed to mesh into one because I'm so off schedule- I went to sleep. I didn't even eat breakfast, which for me was... well something. Anyway, so I went to bed at 7 am, and Deon woke me up at 5pm, to see if I wanted to go swimming. That's more sleep than I get on a regular night.

Last night I had a dream. This boy, let's call him Kyle, that I really like, asked me out- remember, this is a dream. So I was pretty much ecstatic. He asked if I wanted to go to this new water park, or get a soda. I told him that I would buy the soda, if he'd pay for the water park. Then I heard him saying to someone that he was just asking me out becuase he knew I liked him and I needed to learn how to talk to boys or something like that. So, needless to say, though i am going to, I was crushed. I told him he didn't need to take me, but he just said he'd take me, and by the time I found someone, he'd be long gone. So, then I went home to change. Mom and Deon were there. I told them what he said, and how crushed I was. Mom said it was nice that he was still taking me. Deon, while I was busy being devastated, was busy playing a new video game, which she couldn't take her eyes off of, and kept exclaiming things like "I just gave that lady a gift!". One of the worst dreams ever.

So, this is Catherine, signing off.