Weird times.

24 January 08 - 1:37pm | Category: random | By: Alice |

I had an odd dream last night. I was at a casino -- yellow lights, dingy carpet -- playing craps with "they boy" at a marble counter bar. Dream logic is strange. So the b/f was rolling, and the dice kept flying back off the counter. I went to chase a stray die, and ran into Owen Wilson. He had a lawyer with him, and needed my help with some red-tape legal hoopla that probably wouldn't be understandable even if it wasn't in a dream. Apparently he wanted to do a nose transplant with his brother who tried to commit suicide (yeah, it's backwards...), but in order to do that he had to be married. He asked if I was -- which I'm not, though I've been trying to be for like, six years -- and then asked if I would marry him. Out pops a purple diamond ring (do those exist??!). Uh, what? He slips the ring on my finger, and even though I had just met him, I was feeling kind of giddy. Bad dream-self, bad!

Any way, the rest of the dream just gets kind of boring after that -- blah, blah, jealousy, blah, blah, drama -- but it all boiled down to a choice between the two fellas. Who did I choose? Well, a gal has to have her secrets... :) Nah, actually I chose the boy in the end...only to wake up to real-life drama! No good deed goes unpunished I tell ya. Owen Wilson, if you'll still have me, you know where to find me.


Just one step...

09 January 08 - 10:48pm | Category: random | By: Alice |

I don't want this place to be scary for me. I swear this must be some sort of stage fright -- writing in a place that I know someone, somewhere may happen to see just isn't as easy as it used to be. Geez, I remember the days of LiveJournal, when spewing out all my angsty, whiny gibberish was like breathing; like vomiting words just to get it out of me. Back then I always felt like exploding -- so glad I'm over that.

At the same time, it kind of sucks I'm avoiding my own damn webpage because I feel like I have nothing important to say. Well, it's the new year, and I'm going to use it as an arbitrary way to make myself get over it. I always think of stupid random things and I'm going to start writing them down. I figure if I'm lame enough, no one will ever read this place, so I don't have to worry about being embarrassed or feel obligated to be insightful -- problem solved! So this is my first random, doesn't-really-say-anything-interesting post. Woo! It's as good a first step as any, I suppose.