I've been dreaming a lot lately , it's nice as I went through a year of murky figures, washes of grey . . . nothing was really concrete or memorable in my dreams. It was kind of depressing as since as far back as I can remember I have had really bitching dreams, I've been John Luc Bacard, I fought Godzilla, my best friend was impregnated by Tony Danza and danced with My Little Ponys . . . pretty much amazing!
I started dreaming again, or at least, remembering my dreams. However, what is fascinating about my latest bout of dreams is they are all so vivid and real. I dream of my cat. My little nona cat visits me every night, it's an utterly ordinary but truly wonderful. The stuff that dreams should be made of.
Goddammit I miss that crazy old cat.
c'est moi
- chelsey
- Hallo! I'm a third year political science student, from which I have developed an obsession with the Middle East and Islamic politics. le sigh. I have a rock out face like none other . . . it involves me grinning like a fool, eventually it turns into a grimace, which is awesome and horrifying. My grin has been know to split the coast in half and is the source of all things neat and disastery. Clearly, I am the least self-obsessed person EVAH! Lately, I have been obsessed with looking like a Russian peasant girl . . . fuck you hipsters! Tight jeans are out and poverty is in! Also, sometimes, I enjoy taking pictures of random things and calling it "art" . . . it's a trick to fool the masses into thinking my reclusive manner is due to overwhelming artyness and not a mental disorder. Neat! Plus when you're artistic you can be moody and weird and it's endearing, so basically everyone has to love me. Oh yes. I hate zombies and I've pretty much convinced myself that I have ADD .
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