yeah... thoughts... a lot of them in my head but as I haven't had the opportunity to let them loose for some time now, they've become muddled in my head. For one thing, I knew I had some weird sorta nice but still weird dream the other day involving some of my high school classmates but for the life of me I can't remember anything more. Then there's last night's dream, also in the weird sorta nice but still weird category but still nada on the memory. The lesson in this is to not forego writing dreams down, therefore I should have my dream journal (also known as the handy dandy notebook) at hand.

Oh yeah, I re-organized the whole room I'm staying in, gives EVERYONE their own space. hehehe I have no idea if I just violated the feng shui of the room or whatever but... heck, anything for some peace of mind, ne? Just no more snide remarks and anything of the like.


I really don't like nosy busybody relatives, especially when they're not MY blood kin. Major hate gain that way.


I've rediscovered my cross stitch! It's the Minamino one from like 3 or 4 years ago. I'm low on several threads but it's nice cross stitching again. Therefore, it's off to the market for me to get the needed threads.


Doc's brother, i.e. MAO, is my new best friend! Two big words: Bluetooth technology. 'Nuff said. Wonder how he's doing though... Last time I saw him was... erh... a long time ago, before he graduated from college.


When I was cross stitching not so long ago, this afternoon actually, I suddenly had a thought about my funeral/wake. (Yeah, I know, morbid me yipee.) Would it be too morbid and creepy if I recorded my voice on what my thoughts would be on the actual wake, considering if what I want happens, all that will remain of me is an urn of my ashes? Yeah well, it got to be a video that played for the three days of the wake, continuously.

*sigh*

And then there was this email that I sent off to people telling them of what happened to me, assuming that I died of course. It was kinda... bittersweet (?) I guess would be an okay word, because it included my last will and testament, but since I don't rightly own anything, nothing goes to no one else but reverts back to the owners. Make sense?


So there I was, standing all alone, and I never knew darkness could be so bright as to hurt my eyes...