And of course now I don't remember a single one.
Applesauce is probably one of my favorite snacks. When I was younger, we would go out to eat at least once a week. Not like McDonald's out to eat (which back then was still a treat, once a week or with the grandparents or on long car trips), but I'm talking Red Lobster/Olive Garden/Chili's out to eat. Driving half an hour to Gainesville and dressing in something nicer than play clothes. Every time we went to Red Lobster, I always got applesauce as my side. Fries ok? NO I want appleasauce yo! I didn't eat it for a long time, but I've started again. I get these huge jars, just of the Walmart brand, and eat a small bowlful when I wake up or I'm craving it. So delicious. And the funny thing? I absolutely hate apples.
I've been having these really abnormal dreams lately, of alternate realities, or bringing new and old situations together. For instance, my dream last night, I lived in the first trailer we lived in upon moving to Keystone, and in the trailer next door lived smooshie. We didn't like each other (big surprise there!) but I left my biked parked under this tree right by the fence, and everyone in the neighborhood kept their cell phones on this thing on my handlebars. I guess a cd visor case for cell phones...for my bike. Anyway, I used to be really good friends with the neighbors so I know the layout of the house exactly. So one day, when they neighbors are doing w/e, I ride my bike off into the woods way far down the road so no one can find me, and I start going through her phone looking at her picutres (which was hard, it was some weird phone that doesn't exist and incredibly difficult to access), making sure there were none of l.a., and I found all these pics of her and tons of other girls lifting their tops and exposing themselves. Like in my dream she's this deranged pervert who hates me and I hate her but I hold her cell phone for her. ???? There are of course more details not worth mentioning, like famous people and nice houses in the neighborhood, but it basically ends by me riding around the neighborhood, giving everyone their phones and telling them I'm not holding onto them anymore, and I just walk in her house and give her back her phone and walk out. Weird.
Action is something missing from my life. I am so stagnant and ... boring. I don't go out, I come home sit on the pc or read and go to bed and start all over. I need to bring more events into my life, without bringing drama. Of course, I've got Britney Spears next month, as well as going to see Watchmen and my birthday. Goodness gracious I'm glad certain events have happened in time for my birthday. Back to action. What can I do to invigorate my life a bit? With minimal cost? I could definitely start walking the dog. The trail behind my house is so nice. Warmer weather is here sporadically, I could def start going to the beach when it is warm. It's not like that's difficult; I can just bring my work clothes, go to the beach around 11 or 12 or even later, spend a few hours and come back in time for work. Since it would be on my way home. Movies. There are so many movies that came out that I wanted to see but haven't yet! Andrew is a great movie buddy; and on the weekdays (which are the days I can see movies) they are only five bucks, all day. So what gas I'd need to drive to Andrew's house, about four bucks, plus movies. Ten bucks to get out of this hellhole and have some fun and just escape for a bit.
This last one...I'm not sure how to tie it to an A word. Atrocious. Appalling.
Yes, those will do. Now, to caution, my room does look slightly different, as these were taken probably a month ago. But still the same general idea.
And this is what I've looked like every day for the last six months; I think it's rather Avant garde:
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