Four Years!

Happy Birthday blog. It's been a whirlwind of four years. With 981 posts coming from Utah and Nevada and Arizona and Hawaii and Washington and California and... well I guess thats it.

Four years on the Internet is like hitting the mid life crisis. The decor is starting to look old. Blogger.com doesn't even create a mobile site page for mobile phone users. sigh.

No crazy awesome story to share. Just a wacky dream. It's been a while since there was some wacky dreams. I mean maybe they were wacky on a normal person's standards. But whatever.

I was working at an amusement park as part of a hard rock cover ukulele band. The band would always try to act like rockstars pre and post act. But park security would always put a stop to their rockstar games. You can't run around with flame throwers. You can't run around in a mask scaring people.

One day there was a terrorist attack. Someone attacked a building just on the otherside of the bay. The Hard Rock Cover Ukulele band decided to act! They took control of a parade float, they acquired guns. They grabbed their ukes. As they were driving through the park on the way to fight terror. They were rocking out "For Whom the Bells Toll" on their ukes.

They got to the parking lot, where park security rolled up in their golf carts and stopped the float. They said You can't run around with guns and took away the guns. Apparently park security hates freedom.

Then I woke up. Wacky.

Dreams #40

So I kept waking up this morning (1:30, 2, 4, finally at 6:30 I was like screw it)... maybe it was because of the Laguna Beach sand on my feet (yes I went to bed with dirty feet... I didn't think it was that much...so I didn't want to trouble myself to wash them... til I woke up with half the beach at the foot of my bed)... maybe it was because of... I don't know.

While sleeping though, I was able to dream.

I went to see Wicked with Cold... and her mother. Cold and I weren't dressed in the appropriate theater-going dress.
So upon arriving at the theater, Cold's mother ditched us.

Eventually Cold and I were separated on the stairs (not quite as tragic as the "Ellis island-esque seperation of Joce and I at the HOB in Vegas" '03). It was more of a lots of people and then... poof she was no longer beside me.

So I wandered... I came across Bridget.. which was strange... she gave me clothes and I changed in the bathroom.

How fun.

Thanks Bridget... for being my clothes delivery girl person...

So...

I'm sick... yeah go figure... who gets sick with summer only 2 weeks away?!?!?!

apparently I do...

fear not my three faithful blog readers...

Nicki and Reagan are also sick... So I'm not the only person that mother nature has touched with a evil case of who knows what funky flu strain.

More sickliness = more sleep = more time to dream... seriously... my mind goes into overdrive at night? why probably because I have no creative outlet in the day time?

dream 1... I was in a race... I kept up with the peeps, so go me... I think we were chasing down bank robbers too...

eventually I was off in dream 2 land
where I was in a gang of Christian missionaries in San Jose/Santa Cruz living on the streets... we preached the good word... then we stole food so we didn't die... hmmm... no hypocrisy there...

dreamland #3... i was playing futbol with Larrie... she was quite bossy... oh wait... this is actually something that would probably be a real life happening.

L: are YOU going to take the corner?!?!?!
Me: sure... I thought...
L: whatever just kick it to me...
Me: *kick... then I get it back and cross it... over the cross bar..*
L: idiot.

yep Larrie takes her futbol hard core serious... Once like in the summer of 03? maybe 04? I was at her house playing fifa soccer on gamecube... one thing I've always enjoyed about futbol games is the unnecessary tackling you can get away with...

well... my tackling got over-zealous and down goes the keeper... which led to a red card... which led to us being down a man...which led to a very very very very very dirty look from Larrie.

This dream was a lot more vivid of course at 6 in the morning... but what can you do. I really wish I could be a part of some sleeping/dream study. Then I can see my brain activity go all crazy... the punching and kicking and talking I probably do in my sleep... it would be interesting.

EDIT:

Sucking Sweet "healthy" Jamba @ The block during office hours...
at least my tongue feels better.

Well Hello Bed

So after some camping... the bed was quite welcoming...
I had a pretty fun dream... well fun because... um yeah. Usually they're crazy dreams...this was normal... kinda... sorta...

So I was working at some office. The head honcho guy was like, "I'm bored... You guys should race... I'll give everyone who does $100."

So who could say no to free $100.

So we race around floors butts in office chairs wheeling around corners... rubbing people out into walls... down staircases... etc.

So I guess I won because I got a checky... $300,000.

now I don't know what I did to deserve all those many 0s. but awesome.

So I went to my parents house. I showed my dad... I showed everyone... I didn't know what to do with it. 300k rocked.

Well then I went back to my place of residence (some crappy 5th floor apartment). The door was missing a deadbolt and apparently I was robbed but they only thought the TV was worth taking. For some reason I was quite angry.

Then I realized, I just got 300k and I could go buy a better TV... heck I could go buy a better place to live (almost).
As things were looking up. I turned around there was some chick and some kid and she was like... "They also stole the deadbolt."

I guess I'm cohabiting with a chick? maybe I was married? whatever. I don't know who the chick was.

But I got to go buy a new tv... and a new house (with a free deadbolt). So it was definitely win-win.

THE END

I Sell Out Even in Dreams?!?!

So I don't know where I was living... All I know is there was a mormon girl that lived there too... maybe I was working in the Betty Ford clinic and living there... because there was a celeb that someone was trying to get in to film the celeb being messed up or something. The mormon girl was a strict no... I on the otherhand listened to their pleas... I was told I could be given a job... that was interesting. I think I sold out the celeb.

because the next thing I knew, I was anchoring a news channel.. or something.

Peaceful Sleep

So for the last month or so... I've been having some crazy long dreams... Like all night long my brain is making up some random story. They're not the craziest dreams I've ever had. But... it would be nice to just sleep instead of being mildly entertained with a dream.

This morning (dream time). I was kicked out of Disneyland for three-months for running inside the park. (If you run... sometimes someone will yell, "stop running" at you, I don't think they've ever said that at California Adventure... because there really isn't any good reason to run in California Adventure, unless you're running to get out of the park) well apparently I was running around with some group of kids. We we're caught and detained... then we ran off from them and hid (quite poorly...). Well we were caught again. finagled some deal to get the three months because he was going to kick us out for a year. blah blah blah. The police were called... Seriously kind of a yawn-fest of a dream.

Well to end the day. A whole group of pretty much everyone I know was at some church parking lot to play stick ball. Having a pretty decent time. Til someone shouts out, "I called the police."

Bro. Allen was the cop. I don't remember what he did for employment and so I don't know if he would make a legit cop and the only person that reads this crappy blog on a consistent basis that would know is my sister and John...

Anyways apparently I can have boring dreams in AZ too and not just get some sleep... I'll probably be out of Arizona in five hours or so. Arizona isn't as bad as I thought... but I still hold firm to a CA>UT>NV>AZ for any long term living. If it was short-term, switch the NV and UT around... and when I say UT and NV... it's really Las Vegas and Salt Lake City... not the entire states...

Maybe I can get an intern and he/she could proof read my posts... That could be sweet. I'll sell-out like Rebecca and throw some google ads on the side, that would be used to pay the intern. All the intern needs is an AP style book (jaja not that any of this blog comply with AP style) and a zest for making creative rambling into something that makes sense... Lord knows I can't do it.

EDIT: Today is selection sunday... God help me if Rebecca wins again this year... Though I did find it funny that Greg put all this research into March Madness and lost.

Do You Ever Dream You Are Back in School?!?!

So I had this dream I was back in school. I think it was a high school. I was not naked in front of the whole school or dreaming about a forgotten homework assignment or anything.

It was some kick a scientific school. The kind you would get if you were in the middle of a cold war and trying to jump start your nuclear program to become the dominant world player...

So we're doing all kinds of scientific things, probably developing biological warfare, containing fusion, whatever.

My lab partner is Kristen Bell. I don't know why my subconscious picked Kristen Bell... besides seeing her in two episodes of Heroes, I have not watched any of her body of work. Maybe I secretly love older, vegetarian blonds...

You'd think being in some fascist high school developing weapons of mass destruction would be a downer... but surprisingly we had a super time. Adding food coloring to lab results... giggling like school girls. Fascism is all what you make of it apparently.

So...

I had this dream. I went over to stake conference or something at some church building it was packed... all these people running around. So I started to wander around. It was a nice and fancy building. It was huge. All these mormons wandering around.

I go into one room. It's like its all set up for Obon. This huge ole tower in the middle of the room. I was like holy crap these guys are totally want to be japanese... I'll come to church here, they'll love me.

I walk around this curtain and there is a huge life sized setup of this...


The dolls were people... all done up in Japanese garb and sitting there all still... Now Girl's Day and Obon are two completely different seasons, but you got forgive them and their obvious yellow fever.

So I was like, this is crazy, pull out my cell phone and snap a photo. and some little girl walks up and is like what are you doing?

I'm like nothing..

And she is like, you have to delete that.

and I was like, ohh ok, I hit a couple buttons to make it look i am... ok, It is delete.

you're lying...

no i'm not

let me see...

I start walking away.

she grabs my leg

I shake her off

and start running through the church.

soon I'm being chased by a mob of mormons.

then i woke up.


oh and apparently Roy Scheider is dead... sad. Where are all the millions of RIP Roy facebook groups like there were for Heath?

"Smile you son of a bitch..." oooh Jaws. now that is a quality movie. RIP Roy.

Dreams # um.... no clue

So its been a while since I've had a dream. I've been busy thinking up/writing, So I guess the creativity has had an outlet and there is no need to think up dreams... Or I'm to busy rolling around in my sleep like a two-year-old to dream.

SIDE TANGENT

Every so often I'll look at a list of people (like on facebook) and think, "wow there are a lot of people on this list married".

Then I think about it, what comes with some marriages? Divorce.

Median duration of first marriages that end in divorce: Males: 7.8 years
Females: 7.9 years


-DivorceMag

With the law of averages as some of these marriages inch towards that marriage shelf life of 7.85 years. There will be some eventual, "wow that's a shame they're getting divorced" thoughts.

Which makes me feel a little bit better. its better to have never tried then to have tried, failed and lose half your stuff because you failed. Right? Maybe, maybe not.

END OF TANGENT

Well this dream had two people that are currently married (not to each other) in it. One male, one female. To protect them from the off chance that I may be predicting their nuptials will not last, they will remain nameless.

Being the kind soul that I am, I took these newly un-weds in. We were now in some sort of "Three's Company" co-habitation.
It was interesting. Maybe because I had roommates that I was actually talking to and doing things with.

I Guess This is My Halloween Dream...

So the city gets attacked by Zombies. Not ransacked. Just a handful of zombies terrorizing the city. Not enough to keep me inside.

Kevin, John and I go cruising the city in a mini-van taxi. Just cruising around the city lade da de da. How many zombies did we see terrorizing the city? Zero. sad.

Get out grab some grab at some diner.

Get into a taxi. drive around some more. Still zero zombies.

Get to an apartment building I guess I live at. I ask Kevin how much it was for the taxi. He said $15. I ask thats it for driving around all night? He says John paid for the taxi earlier when we got out to eat.

I drop $15 in the driver's lap and walk into the foyer of my apt building. It's torn up and part of the staircase is missing. I hope to and fro up the remains of the staircase. And go inside my apt. Eat a bowl of cereal.

Then I woke up.

It was an exhausting dream, I guess. I went to take a shower. I almost fell down in the shower. That would be a sight. Butt naked and half straddling the tub side unconscious.

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Sharks week 3: 2-1-0

Country Diddies From HB

So the A's are out of the playoff race. Hockey season hasn't started yet. So I'm fully invested in BYU football, til Oct 4th, then it's hockey season (though I'm not too keen on the new Sharks sweaters...)!



The good news is, since I've been alive,
the Cougars are 2-0 on Sept 22nd.
They are 17-7 against Air Force with an average score of 33 to 23.
They are 38-20 against fellow Mountain West Conference teams.
They are 118-38 at home.

So I had a dream I was at a Bible reading with a bunch of different Christians inside a gasoline station convenience store.

Which seems strange at first, but it kinda made sense.
-When the good word is getting tiring, you can get 44 oz of liquid caffeine to wake you up.
-There are bathrooms.
-You have enough faith that God will protect you when use those bathroom.
-Gasoline fumes make it easier to see visions.
-If you decide Christianity isn't for you, you can fill up and get on with your life.

Dreams and Sports

So it's been a while since I had a dream...at least one that I could remember. But this one was one of those, wake up, and mumble, "wow that was a doozy" kinda dream.

I was eating at some restaurant (thats no crappy Applebees-esque place) and Jess was saying something to get my goat. All water down the duck's back though. So the insults get a lot worse. Still no big deal.

Finally something snaps. There is a whole lot of yelling. Maybe a little cussing. And maybe a couple water pitchers are used as projectiles.

Needless to say, it was a lot of H2O violence.

At the end, she says it was for some reality hidden camera show like thing. I was not amused.

We got $50. I woke up, I didn't have $50. or even $25. Sad. Maybe they were spent to replace the pitchers...

Dan Johnson hit his third grand slam of his career. Kurt Suzuki hit his first grand slam of his career. The A's are out of last place in the West.

So I watched most of the 49ers/Cardinals game...For 58 minutes, it was boring. Between the two teams, 456 yards. yawn. Leinart 14 for 28. yawn. Smith 15 for 31. yawn. Smith matched 86 yards in the last 2 and half minutes. that was entertaining.
Overall though, yawn.

Ouch and Ha and Ha

So in this dream I'm in some crazy universe apparently. The cowboy boot is the new coat and tie. We're trying to get into some building. But they won't let us in because we're not wearing cowboy boots. I tried to explain that Greg was from Texas and that should be good enough... No dice.

So we sneak in. Which turned out to be a bad idea. Some kid came up behind me and uppercuted me in the nut sack...um ow. I even woke up from the dream curled up in fetal position.

So this alternate universe is a painful place.

At work these co-workers are talking.

Girl: what kinda music are you into?
Guy: punk and all kinds of stuff
(my ears are perked)
like 311, Metallica, (list off every mainstream Alternative/Metal band) and Hoobastank.
Me: At least Hoobastank is fun to say...Hoobastank
other two: hahahahahaha
Me: (Its like shooting fish in a barrel that wasn't even funny)
Girl: like what punk bands?
Guy: Pennywise
Me: hahahahahahahahaha
guy: what?
Me: Pennywise? no one has said that was their favorite punk band in like eight years. It all sounds the same.
Guy: ever hear of Bad Religion?
Me: hahahaha three guitarists playing all the same thing...for twenty years.
Guy: thats why I like it, sounds good, change the lyrics.
Me: (shaking head)

So really thats why mainstream music is crap now. I downloaded the Billboard top 100 songs from the 18th of June. A good portion is from American Idol, there is a little bit of country a little bit of rock and roll. and whole bunch of rap with such deep lyrics like, "This is why I'm hot, This is why I'm hot, This is why I'm hot" and other I'm so great, everyone is jealous of all my money, girls/boys, looks blah blah blah.

The sad thing is that I bet over 50% of these songs were written by someone else. So most of these above average singers are the "artists" of someone else's work.

Oh and the Spice Girls are just getting together for a Reunion tour... Yeah because everyone has been dying to see the songs of 'Spice World' sung live for the past eight years.

http://flickr.com/photos/sepultura/666133293/
Thats just funny.

Oh and a big thank you to all the people that sent me maps of states they've been to with a "pffh I've been to more" statement.

Jump Around Dreaming

First I was asked by Xango to discuss their marketing plan. But I was losing my voice so some of the people weren't all that impressed with my ideas because I sounded like a 12-year-old girl. yeah...strange.

Then I was given the calling of church chef. They're slave drivers I tell you and their "perk" was front row seating to GC. yeah...not so grand.

My former roommate Nathan also had a slave-driven calling. But he was whispering during Elder Wirthlin's talk and he got mad and told him to stop talking in front of like 10 million people.

The slave-driven calling had other perks too. Alicia and some crazy hot latino friend come all the way down to say hi and what not. I get invited to dinner. I'm like sweet...

Crazy slave-driven calling makes me miss dinner. Crazy slave drivers!

Crazy hot friend gets crazy hot mad. shucks.

Alicia is understanding though...good ole Alicia.

Dreams #??

So I think I was kidnapped in this dream. Mainly because I was held at gunpoint in a moving vehicle. I also think I was kidnapped with Rebecca, there was someone else, but they pissed off the kidnappers and he was pistol whipped and pushed out of the car as we drove down the road...ouch road rash. I don't think we were all that close because I didn't seem to care it happened.

The kidnappers kidnapped us in a limo, instead of the typical unmarked white van.

So apparently they thought pretty highly of us. I mean who gets kidnapped in limos except important people right?!?!?!

It would make me worried about the upcoming Havasupai trip. Since you never know what indigenous people are willing to do to outsiders except:

a) none of my dreams have ever come true. Which is good because I would have failed at saving the Earth numerous times. I would have been attacked by a crab and life would be quite strange.

b) I don't think the indians of Supai, AZ have a limo... They have pack mules and a helicopter... Of course from what I understand, they don't really take care of their village so maybe they do have a limo stashed away from all the expensive fees from camping on their land...

A's this week, 4-2
Batters .293/.376/.509 Not bad.304 AVG RISP, .392 OBP, 27 RBIs
Not bad.
Pitchers 4.48 ERA, 1.46 WHIP, 6.4 K/9 IN
eh...

dreams

So I don't know if this dream was suppose to take place at Havasupai or where. It started out having people that are going down there with me, then it started to include everyone and their mother. I didn't see any waterfalls in the dream...so who knows where we were suppose to be.

We just got to what ever our destination is. It's all pretty and some vast valley full of trees and lush green grass. We set up camp and then everyone busts out their D-SLR cameras and starts taking pictures. Rebecca has a SLR camera that has some crazy looking lens. Like something revolves around the outside of it...hm.

Well my non-Indian former roommate Stephen is like a park ranger. So this probably isn't an Indian reservation.

We go off exploring and the dream goes from a Utah-friends and associates group to family and Vegas friends group.

There is some old fashion Japanese house hidden away on the side of the mountain that we find. David G. is going crazy taking pictures and I start making fun of him for being Paparazzi-like.

I look out the window and can see in the river, this huge goldfish swimming around in this little pool in a small stream. In front of window is all kinds of different pictures of the goldfish (that I guess previous visitors took and sent back a copy).

I'm with my sister now, we find this room with a dining room table all set-up fancy and what not. There is a dungeness crab (somehow its cooked yet still moving around).

So I start talking to it in Japanese. I don't know why. I guess I figured a crab in a Japanese-style house knows Japanese.

"Hey little sister, how are you? Are you a tasty crab? Can you talk?"

The crab crawls over to my sister and picks up a chopstick and points over to another table. I look up in the direction the crab is pointing and there is some check in her name... I was like hm. thats strange...Then the crab crawls towards me, jumps off the table onto my face and starts pinching my ears with its claws...

Then I wake up.

I guess the morale of the story is don't talk to a dungeness crab like you would an eight-year-old Japanese girl???

Havasupai DPD

Dreams #25

So this morning's low was 61. I had to use the comforter... Maybe using a comforter = dreams, because it's been a while.

So I was sitting on the bench for a baseball game. Enjoying life, joking around, pointing at people in the crowd. Great day.

So I get told I'm going in the game, so I reach behind me, nothing.

I start rummaging through a box of gloves, most of the are in the condition that people donate stuff to D.I. (it should have been thrown away), and they're all for people who throw left handed.

So I'm obviously freaking out.

The in-between-inning warm-up is about over. So I just grab the glove in the best condition and run out there and hope nothing gets hit at me. I'm just playing 2nd...(I don't know if anyone that throws lefty has ever played 2nd...) The firstbaseman notices my predicament and was like here lets warm you up a little bit. well this peeved an ump, so he walks over and catches the ball in mid flight and throws it to the dug out.

Well the thought have fielding and throwing lefty really freaked me out. Because I woke straight up. The time was 4:30 AM, I don't think I've ever known what time my dream ended before...Interesting.

Daily Havasupai picture dump.

Utah

-I really think no one really likes anyone out here. Everyone is civil with someone til they leave, then they announce to everyone else dang he/she is _________ (negative adjective).

Alrighty there is something about this couch that just lets the mind dream.
I don't know where I was. It was something with a whole bunch of extended family though. I was walking around carrying the neph. and he was like solving world problems, with solutions that actually kinda made sense. It was crazy. Not even 1-year-old yet and solving things.

So yesterday I went and ate lunch with my buddy, Kevin at Demae. It was alrighty. Throughout the years, the whiter the help gets, the crappier the food gets. It makes me wonder whos cooking out back.

Golfing at Cascade was horrible. I sucked it up. But my putting was on. I two-putted everything. But when it takes you have a billion shots to get on the green. It doesn't really matter anymore.

playing goalie in hockey at West Valley was so-so.
Highlight: sliding across and saving a shot on a 2 on 0 breakaway.
Lowlight: there were a lot of crappy shots that trickled in.
triple Lowlight: getting off the rink (i borrowed all this goalie equipment, which was in poor condition and the skates were like 3 sizes too big) I step over the board and my foot shifts and I lose my balance and fall right on my back. Hilarity ensues, except for me lying on my back staring at the ceiling. I would have felt embarrassed, but if I saw that happen, I would be laughing too...

Result: 7-3 loss.

When we were going up there. Matt and I were sitting in the back seat of Cameron's 2-door civic. This girl looked in the back seat and saw that she would have to sit pickle in the middle. and gave the mature "ew i don't want to sit back there" look of disgust.

I had a couple things I wanted to shout out.
"Well I'm sorry, but you're no looker either"

"Just wait til we're done and you're sitting in a small car with three guys that just played hockey, we're not going to smell so peachy"

"Well F)#I* you too".

I guess its ok that I didn't say anything. Because from knee cap to shoulder we were smashed together. There was no skin contact on the other side. Of course you could probably fit like five Matt-sized people in the back seat of that small car...

Then we ended up having to go to Amanda's b-day party. eh.

End result: a horrible golf game, a so-so hockey game and two more days in sunny Utah.

Dreams

So I learned earlier this year, that sleeping on the couch in my old apt wasn't quite as nice as it used to be. Anyways it took a while to fall asleep.

This dream takes me back to San Jo. I used to work in a grocery store. In the dream I ended up back at the grocery store post-college. There was a friend that I used to work with there in HS. She was there too.

So I'm working all day and it finally slows down right before closing. So I catch up with her and ask her how life was since the last time I saw her.

College was great. Everything was great except finding a job. Oh and she's engaged which could be great. She shows me the ring. It's made out of LEGO. Since Lego are blocks, its just big and clumpy. But to get that diamond glow...there is a light in middle. But the battery is starting to die... hahhaha.

Oh and Utah has been Utah so far.
It was a 6-hour drive from Vegas. Everything is green in between here and Vegas. Which was nice. I saw a crappy Intramural game. Chalk another loss up for the old ward team! Bruce, Greg and I grabed some grub at Arby's. Its great if you want private dining. Go to Arby's, no one goes to Arby's. Every single time I've been. No one. Highlight of day 1: The bacon and cheese ciabatta at Jack in the Box. Oh and yes Ellie, I'm an apartment whore. 15 apartments in eight years. If beds were girls and those eight years were three TV seasons. I could play a doctor on Grey's Anatomy.

Um...Ok

So recently I've had a problem remembering dreams. I know they happened, but when I wake up, all I can remember is the fact that I had one or a strange tidbit (eg the other night I had braces (you know for teeth) and they just..fell off).

So this is really like three separate dreams or one dream that bounces around like a "Lost" season 2 episode with fifteen different flashbacks.

Starts out with me going to Institute. I don't know why. I've never been to institute. I've never seen any movies or TV shows or anything about it. So I have no idea how to dream about it. For some reason I liked it. Which is strange on so many levels.

Well I get home, my parents are yelling at me for going. I'm yelling back (once again never been, so I don't know why I'd be fighting to go). It gets messy. That was that.

Next I'm in some Econoline sized van with the family and some extended family. Some of us get out and walk to this plane. At this point, I realize I only have one shoe on. So I run off towards the van. Catch it at a light, put my shoe on and run back.

I run into a building I figure to be the terminal or what not, instead its like a pet store/terminal... sure whatever. Run right through it onto the tarmac.

Well in the couple of minutes I was running to the van and back, the tarmac filled up with some Indian-like people preparing to go to war. Not like modern day warfare with guns and what not. They have like sticks and war drums are playing and they're advancing towards another large body of people. At this point I think, maybe I should have just left with one shoe on. I'm also thinking I should have saved the parrot that was sitting in the pet store/terminal.

I keep running around, til this Indian looking guy points to the plane. I start running towards it. cramp up, so I kinda run sideways towards it. It starts to speed up down the runway towards me. I'm waving my hands around. It slams on the brakes, I duck under the wing as it comes screeching to a stop (it could have cut off my head!). The door opens up and I hop in.

The plane takes off, I look out the window and see all these groups of people advancing towards one another. Crazy!

You know how when someone thinks they're in love? They're like pathetically stuck at the hip or something. yeah...

There were two other couples. I'm taking a shot in the dark and guessing it was Kevin and John and their significant others because those are the only two people I've spent anytime with and their significant others.

So it's three couples sitting on three loveseats, hanging out all together but just quietly discussing with their special someones, errands they had to run (gag, yes, I should have been killed in the Indian uprising).

Well I'm grabbing soap suds and piling it up on top of my significant other and she doesn't care, since she's so love stricken.

Finally she's like, we should go to the grocery store first, we have no food. So off we go.

Next thing I know we're pushing a cart around in a grocery store. She's a brunette and about as tall as I am...She's changed her top of course, since she was covered in soap suds. But she's actually funny! Imagine that a girl that's funny... This is like a 1 in 3420 find here. It's not that hahahaha pity laugh funny. It's like genuinely enjoyable funny.

I throw vegetables in the cart, she doesn't like vegetables. I throw a half gallon of chocolate ice cream, she doesn't like chocolate. I'm a bit confused...

Then I wake up.