I want to run.

So sick of being me.

Grow...

So this weekend I have to get lots done.  I have work for longer than they usually schedule me which is nice because more money but not nice because I have more than the usual amount of work.  I have a 3 to 5 page paper due and two tests next week.  I'm worried I'm going to fail them.  I think I will feel better about everything after I finish my paper. 

I started a tiny garden a little over a week ago and it is amazing looking.
Here are some pics.  There are beans, tomatoes, cherry tomatoes, and I think a Gladiola.

I'm pretty proud of how quickly everything grew.  Hopefully I can keep it up.  Just a bit of watering and sun seems to do the trick though.  I also put some natural fertilizer with the tomato plants that is just coffee grounds.


I have plans with my best friend for next weekend which should be fun.

I should sleep now.

Nothing...all over again.

I was going to go to bed early, but then I didn't.

Every time I watch Meet the Robinsons, I cry.

I feel like killing myself sometimes.

Happy Birthday Manfriend!!!!!

This is the cake my best friend and I baked for Manfriend : D

It was so much fun.

Manfriend said it was yummy!

I'm not sure...

My dreams are really pushing it.  Sleeping during odd hours can sometimes really trigger strange dreams but this last one really messed with my head.

Most people that I know kind of just push their dreams to the side, which really is probably healthier for them.  I don't tend to be in the business of what's healthy for me anyway so I decide to think more about them.  This last one clearly had to do with past trauma that has occurred but went back into my home roots of where I was born and the feeling behind the old houses I've lived in and overall old sensations of color and touch.  Marble pinks and cold surfaces with old stone floors and spanish styled tiled roofs.  Glowing walls with comfy big beds and a certain emptiness that is scary and reassuring at the same time.  

And so the dream took place mostly in an area like this and then things unfolded that I am now pondering on.

Am I my dreams? or are they arbitrary within my brain?