12:12am
Woot Woot!! I made it to Friday! TGIF! ::does a little dance::. I had a pretty exciting day today. After I actually got up off my tush, I went to the post office. They still had the parcel there even though it was a few weeks old. I am surprised that they didn't try to redeliver it. But oh well. Then I went to JC Penney's to get my glasses fixed! Whee! Now I can see without the pads digging into my nose.
Anywho, I just got finished watching the final episode of Sex and the City. I am such a sap. I can't wait for the movie coming out. I don't even care if I'm the only one who sees it. I'll be in the front row. So ha! You know what I have noticed? That when you don't have the journal, your online LJ entries are longer. Any connection? Hmmm yeah I think so. I am so doing laundry tomorrow. Taking Brian to work, getting some gas, then doing some laundry at the laundramat. Oh crap I need detergent. And I really hope those bloodstains come out. I'm only doing 4 loads:
*towels
*work/school clothes
*socks and underpants
*Brian's shirts
That's really all I need done. And then I'm taking a trip to the dollar store to get some surprises for you. Whee!
I still have to put all my clean laundry away but I'll do it tomorrow. So... this is what pisses me off about Angeline, the bitch I work with. I understand that there are some places that are higher traffic areas than others. If I have to sit and be bored for 4-5 hours than so be it. But when you call and say you'll be late or you call out just because you don't like your spot, then why don't you just quit and find another job? I have had to sit in the paddock for two weeks making nothing and in the poker room last night because she couldn't sit there. Last week she was on the phone and I was in the bathroom and I overheard her saying to some girl that if she didn't call her by 8, to call the office and say there is something wrong with her son. I CAN'T STAND ALL THESE STUPID KIDS WHO HAVE KIDS AND ARE TOO LAZY TO WORK! It's so freaking annoying.
Ooh the girl from Juno is on the David Letterman show. I really want to see that.
Wow I'm really tired. Lol.
<3 you!
Rita bo Bita
12:39am
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1:46am
Hey sweets!
I know I know. I'm not asleep yet. Big shock, lol. Wow I've had this for a week and I've written almost 50 pages. This is what I'm thinking... we just do what we want and give the book back to the other person. Cuz I could write 90 pages or close to 200... it all depends on the drama going on or whatever. I know you've had this idea since forever... I'm just reinforcing it because it is a new year. I'm just glad that it's not the Christmas season anymore so we don't have to be all crazy. And starting this month I am paying off all my bills and that's all there is to it. I am also thankful for the cold so the air doesn't have to be on now. I shut the air off yesterday and I'm hoping to seep it off, at least for the next few days.
So... I want to look up words for my dream...
*Italian
*wedding/marriage
*5-star hotel
*indoor pool with things floating in it
*filter/wood chipper
--Italy--refers to emotional expressiveness
--Wedding--usually won't relate to the ceremonial meaning with a religious figure and two betrothed people but rather will signify a joining of some type which will be clarified by the dream's surrounding details.
--hotel--symbolizes a transition stage; a temporary situation.
--pool--relates to one's quality and quantity of goodness; level of humanitarian interaction with others.
--filter--denotes a need for personal discernment; keeping the main issues uncluttered.
--woodchipper suggests an intent to preserve and enrich one's one's inherent abilities or gifts.
So basically what this dream is telling me is that I'm going through a transitionl point in my life, that I'm getting rid of the stuff that doesn't matter and that I'm a very emotionally expressive person.
Wow--stuff I already knew. But at least this time I wasn't getting possessed in my dreams. Wow my handwriting is getting bad. I must be sleepy.
Well... Brian and Ryan are talking again. I am glad that Brian talked to him because I did not want them to stop being friends just because of one drunk fight. I am not going through this again, Chels. He cannot have alcohol ever again. Not one sip of it. Even if we move back to Illinois, he is not getting drunk. Most of the people up there are people I've known for a while. For way longer than Brian has known his friends down here. I am not losing my friends because of what could happen if he got drunk and someone said the wrong thing. And if he ever does it again he is going to get help. That's all there is to it. I think his friends felt hypocritical for telling him he couldn't drink and I don't blame them. But there's always that one night something goes too far. It is up to me to protect the people I love. And if they put themselves in danger, I can't do it. I think most people would understand that. Alcohol is a rough thing. People don't even think of it as a real drug because there are liquor stores everywhere. If you ever want to have a business that will never go out of business, get a liquor store. But things happen--people keep drinking and abuse it as a way to escape certain things. And people can die from alcohol poisoning. If I ever have kids I would do everything in my power to not let them drink. I was not invited to many parties as a teen because there were things people thought I wouldn't approve of, and they're probably right. But I got to do a lot of things other people didn't. I got to be a kid. And if someone at school called me a slut I could smile because I know that I wasn't. And I am 25 now and I don't have a child to take care of or a string of one-night stands to add to my list.
But some people are robbed of their childhood before they ever get a chance. And those people include Brian. He has no contact with his biological family, and most of the time he seems really mature for someone who has been through something like that. But he chose to break away from that. He chose to stop talking to the people he would get crazy with. But for some reason he is trying to recreate it. Only his friends now won't let him because they know him sober.
Well chica, I need to hit the hay. I got a craplod of things to do tomorrow (earlier today actually) so I will be seeing ya. Bye bye notebook!! I'll miss you!
Love,
Rita
2:37am
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8:19pm
Hey!
Man... I am so freakin' tired. Again I had a very strange dream.
I was at my parents' house. I got in my car to drive to someone's house (I still dunno whose house it was or why I was driving there). Anyways, I was on the road and some asshole cut me off. I drove to the guy's house and went inside. It was huge. I was walking through the house and I came across this room. It had a huge movie projector and there was an old movie playing. I think it was I Love Lucy or The Wizard of Oz or something like that. I found this girl and we started running through the huge mansion. I chased her through a few hallways until I lost her in a dark hallway.
That's really the end of the dream. It wasn't necessarily a bad one or a good one. I had to take my moonstone off because my dreams were beginning to get really scary and intense. I've been wearing it in the day and at night I take it off and it helps.
I think you should pick a stone that you have a good feeling about and carry it with you. I don't really understand about how stones work exactly and I certainly wouldn't call them magical. but it's just like nature. You search the elements for answers and I feel that gemstones follow the same thing. I'm not an expert though so I could be wrong, lol.
So... this is how I feel about dreams. It's just how your mind sorts out your feelings about certain things. The dream books can help decipher what certain things mean... kind of like clues and it's up to you to connect the dots. Think about what you're going through and what you're thinking about before you go to sleep. And it's not up to anyone else to tell you what your dreams mean. Cuz you are truly the only one who knows how you feel. I'm not saying that you can't share your dreams, in fact I encourage it. But just try and listen more to what your instincts are telling you. That way, the more that things happen, the better you will be able to decide what the right choice is for you. Wow I think I just accidentally gave you a psychic lesson. Sorry! Didn't mean to.
Man I had the craziest day ever. Brian decided he wasn't goin to work today. I told him that if he wasn't going to work then he is spending the whole day with me. so we went to the bank, went shopping and got some laundry done. I still have to fold and put everything away but I really don't want to. I am just too pooped. I have been really tired lately. I think it's all the stress.
So apparently...Ryan is quitting pot...(for now) and he's helping us with the food situation. So hopefully we're all getting our shit together and helping each other out until further notice.
Well... I want to use the next few pages to create my mini book of shadows for you. It's basically little prayers/spells for things I think might interest you.
{book of shadows}
11:30pm
Ack! I can't find a damn thing. I just think that one of these days I am going to Barnes and Nobles and find some really cool prayers and stuff to put in.
Pfffft. This day is almost over. It's pretty sad that it's still the beginning of January and I am almost finished with the first subject already. But it's fun! And I really don't care anymore how many pages I fill up. Pffft. I say since this is our love issue... I want to put in a couple fun quizzes.... just fill them out and when I get the notebook back I'll let you know how you scored :). Oooh and I want to put in some statistics on the most romantic day of the year... Valentine's Day! *some interesting facts about Valentine's day****
Ugh this sucks! I found something but the damn thing isn't working. I'm gonna go to sleep now. The bed is calling my name. But I'm working on this until I hafta go to work tomorrow.
<3, me
Jan 5th
12:20am
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