Ringlets, Popcorn Chicken, and Captain Crunch

hmm. i feel strange right now. i feel like my timing has been off all day, even though it's only really been the last couple of hours. i was alone from like 8-11 or so. i started watching "Phantom of the Opera" at about 10, then i got bored and decided to play with my hair. i found a ringlet iron under my sink and decided to give it a try. i'd post a picture of the final product, but it's kind of fallen down. also, while i was doing that, i was carrying on a e-mail/text conversation with Kelsie (i was e-mailing, she was texting. nifty, huh?) which got interesting. i dont really know how to feel about that conversation. it was definitely sad, but i think we both knew it was going to happen eventually? i dont know. it's still not completely worked out. and i feel like a poopy face because of it.

actually, this whole day has been kind of a weird day. for the last couple of months in english, we've been constantly working our a-words off. but now that the CORE tests are over, all we did was read. for the whole class period. that, and discuss my teacher's hair that she cut (and i think dyed) herself at 2:00 last night. i guess math was normal. in band, we went on strike (but justin claims i wasn't on strike... i have no idea where he was coming from on that one.). X-Press... what did we do? i remember TJ actually BITING my toe (even though i was wearing tennis shoes. that was weird. it was even weirder that i felt it.), and Mrs. Terry putting the cover on the piano so Matt Johnson would stop making faces at himself in the reflection. oh i know! we sang "Blue Skies." hmm then in Government, K.O. was gone today, so we got Mr. Glover as a sub. we were supposed to do some big ole nasty assignment out of the book plus some presidential student survey, but he just had us do the survey. then he let us out 10 minutes early for lunch.

lunch was different, too. i usually go with Chasen, Matt, Justin, and Kelsie. But today, they all went their seperate ways, and i went to Stage Stop with Ashley and Nikiah. we're supposed to be on this fitness program or something, but we all got like popcorn chicken and chocolate milk. ha. we got back way early too, which is also a new thing for me. in seminary, it seemed like we were missing a lot of people for track. we talked about dreams (the lesson was on Daniel interpretting King Nebuchanezzar's [sp] dream). oh, and i found my favorite jacket that i've been looking for for like a week. Ben came up to me after 6th hour and was like "hey, your jacket is in Mrs. Q's room." that was weird to me, because i haven't had Mrs. Quarnburg since Driver's Ed in 2nd or 3rd term of last year. so while i was thinking this out loud to Ben, Dustin came up and asked what we were talking about. so we filled him in, and was like "oh yeah, i found it in the teacher's lounge and put it in Mrs. Q's class." he ended up getting it for me from there, which i thought was nice. i must have left it in the teacher's lounge on the last day of PEP last week... i dont know.

after school, Nikiah drove me, her, and Ashley to AK's house for another ab workout... i didnt like this one. all it was was a bunch of crunches, just in different positions. when we got done with that though, we just laid on ashley's bed and took pictures of the three of us. we're just sweet like that! we laughed so hard we all had tears streaming down our faces by the time Kiah drove me to the high school. there, daddy picked me up in our rental... minivan. meh. oh well, at least it's a nice minivan, right?

mentioning seminary and dreams got me thinking about it. in that class today, we all got to tell about some dreams that we remember, and pretty much everyone's were really scary. including mine. i had some funny ones i could have said, such as the one where i was dreaming, but i thought i was awake. i was just sitting on my bed staring at the wall, when Captain Crunch and i think the Kool-Aid guy just busted into my room. like, the Kool-Aid guy tried to come in through the door but was too fat, so he just stood outside, but Captain Crunch busted his whole freakin ship through my wall and i got PISSED! it was really cold outside, so i started freaking out on the Captain about fixin up the wall and what the crap was he doing in the middle of the desert with a ship, huh? anyway, i just got to thinking about scary dreams and how much i dont like them...

scary is a very relative term when it comes to dreams. it could mean like sci-fi scary that couldn't happen such as an alien invasion; it could mean scarily (is that an actual word?) accurate, as in you dream about egging someone's house, and the next day you learn that your enemy got egged; it could be referring to something sad or traumatizing that happens to someone you love; or it could mean something bad happening to you, and i dont mean dying. i heard somewhere that when you die in your dreams, it means that you're letting a part of yourself go. but when i say something bad happening to you, i mean something that is worse than death. some examples (these are all dreams that either i've had, or someone i know has):

Sci-Fi: when i was maybe 5 or 6, i had a horrible dream (which i still remember very vividly) that i was playing hide and seek with a bunch of pine trees and i knew that if they found me, they'd squish me. I woke up terrified of course, but didnt want to wake my sisters because i was pretty sure they were scarier than killer trees, so i went down the hall to my brothers' room. i quietly tapped on the door because i didnt want to wake them up... even though they were still up. i ended up scaring the crap out of them. HA in your face, mon freres!

Accuracy: a couple months before i turned 16, i had a dream that i was at this after-party for a 30 Seconds to Mars concert. the concert had been my first date, and it was with Chasen (shut up, don't you say a word). well lo and behold, come January, my first date was a concert with Chasen. granted, it was a Dallas Brass concert instead of 30 Seconds to Mars, and Justin was my date... Chasen and Bryttni Fox were the couple we were doubling with! So in a way, the dream came true. Just... weirdly.

Loved ones: this is the dream i told in seminary today. it was back when "Titanic" had first come out on VHS, and i think i was watching the end of it with my sister Sarah. you know, the part where Rose is all "I'll never let go, Jack!" then he slips away, dead. well in my dream, we were at Woodside Pool, which was a pool that we had a membership with in NC. it was some party for members, and everyone was just walking around talking, no one was actually IN the pool. at some point, my mom slipped and fell in, but i grabbed her and and started trying to pull her out. but in relation to the movie, she looked at me and said all inspirationally "let go, jennifer. just let me go..." i dont know if she expected me to say "i'll never let go, mama!" but i didnt. i said "okay!" and loosened my grip. and then i watched my mother sink down through the black to the bottom of the 100 foot deep end. that was definitely the worst dream i have ever had.

Self: as far as i can remember, i've never had anything extreme like this. but during our dream-confessions today, this one kid said he had a dream that he was a serial killer. like, anyone that approached him, he just slit their throats. he also went on to say some details that i'll edit for your sake.


i'm really not sure what that whole tangent had to do with why i'm writing a new post. actually, i dont even know why i am. i think its because i need to get myself distracted from what's going on reality, so i'd rather just babble about dreamland... speaking of which, i'm going to bed. remember what i said about timing? yeah. by that, i meant curling my hair at 11 pm, taking a bath at 1 am, and writing a blog at 2:19 am. what a weirdy!