Another reason why Catholicism and I are in a fight

Interpretations

I have this recurring dream where I meet the "man of my dreams" -- he tends to be blurry, go figure. Anyway, whenever I meet him, my mouth is full. Either it's liquid, and I open my mouth to speak and it all falls out, or I'm chewing and I can't get words out.

This dream, in my mind, has only two possible interpretations. Either I'm going to sleep hungry and/or thirsty every night I have this dream, OR, the more likely explanation. I'm terrified of actually meeting Mr. Blurry Face because then I'd have to actually be vulnerable and tell someone those fears and be open to being hurt.

Why am I sharing this? I don't know. Maybe it's because yesterday was Valentines (or at this point, 2 days ago). Or maybe it's all the stupid lovey-dovey crap that's been on TV.

I read on this dream interpretation site that recurring dreams are "message dreams" and they keep repeating until you get the message. Is it warning me? I'm a going to meet someone and my subconscious is warning me so I don't screw it up? Can my dream please be clearer about what I'm supposed to do? Maybe, make the guy a little less blurry, so when I see him, I can quickly swallow whatever's in my mouth!

I'm just sick of having this dream. I can do the single thing, I've been doing it for 22 years, but the dreams just started a few months ago. I want them to stop, it's annoying. I mean, can't I be less awkward in my subconscious, it's not fair to make me retarded in both realms!


-- image courtesy of www.easy-dream-interpretation.com

New Technology = Bad Idea

We will all soon be sorry I learned how to do this... haha.

p.s. sorry i look like shit... it's 2 a.m., give me a break!

I found another one...

Seriously, i heart postsecret. It makes me feel better about my life and/or makes me kinda teary because some of these secrets are so beautiful.

Valentines... eh

Valentine's Day has never been a big holiday in my life, in fact, i'm stuck between not wanting a relationship because it's too much hassle and wanting to be in love. I've never been in love, so it's really this big idealized perfect world in my head that the logical (i.e. cynical) side of me says is stupid and unreasonable.

BUT, this is an interesting video. I heart PostSecret. They came to Northeastern last week, but I couldn't go because I had the plague. Boo that.

My Famous Brother...

I am a huge tomboy and I love to read Bill Simmon's sports colomn on ESPN.com because he's funny and he's a Boston fan. Today I read it and it was a mailbag edition, which I enjoy because his readers also tend to be amusing (at least the ones chosen for publication). I read this one and it reminded me soooo much of my brother:

So ... yeah. I manage a bar in Boston, and after the worst Boston sports moment since 2003, the phone began to ring ... a total of 11 calls came in from random people in New York, 411-ing bars in Boston to heckle us. One of the bartenders is from Chicago, and she was completely perplexed. I simply explained, "This is why we hate New York so much." She nodded and said, "Now I see." I don't care how awful Boston sports fans can be, have any of us ever 411-ed New York bars? No, we simply roll cars with New York plates onto their roofs.
-- Matt B., Boston

It even has the right first name and last initial and job!

I called me brother and it is him. And it's totally my favorite mail of the column. I knew there was a reason I worshipped him as a child!