SO I'm standing in line. . .

at the new Circut City grand Opening yesterday. I look around and everyone . . . EVERYONE has some sort of Raiders memoriblia. I instant feel uncomfortable, simply because 90% of Raiders fans I know or have met are not the nicest people. I get the guts, really i have no idea where they came from, to ask the guy behind me if someone from the Raiders was in the store. At that moment, as the last word left my mouth, every thing slowed, everyone in line turned towards me and began to charge . . ok okay, so a few people turned around to look at me like I was a freak. When I found out Bill Pluckett was in the store I said: "oh, okay, thats pretty cool." Yeah like I know who he is. I did keep my mouth shut, however to the fact that I'm a Niners girl. Go #1! Alex Smith BABY!!!! ANd I like the Bears simply because my whole thing with Chicago and my cousin used to play for them.

So yea, not too much to report. But I'm working on a few things. And the new Fall Out Boy pic is cute. Very little boy lost look. Anywho, I gotta take some lunch to Ally and then enjoy a glass of wine with new Josh Hartnett movie "August" about some dotcommer something. I dunno Josh Hartnett is it. Oh, and David Bowie. So, look for a review.

The Jo bros

I will openly admit to loving the Jonas Brothers. Kevin in particular. That being said it was still a bit odd that they wound up in on of my dreams. I'm 3 years older than Kevin, the oldest, and I'm wierd about age. SO why did I drag my younger sis with me to chase the Jo Bros down a Hollywood backlot street (quite PATD "nine in the afternoon" style)? Then I hung out with Kevin at a fair somewhere. Odd but kinda fun (ny?). ANyway, other than job huting thats all folks!

The Demon Barber in my dvd player!

I saw Sweeney Todd for the first time today! Alone! I will never see it again! I almost ralphed all over my living room. I knew it was gruesome. But I love Tim Burton, Johnny Depp, and Helena Bonham Carter! I'd much rather see the live theatrical version next time. Or maybe not! If I want to put myself through sheer horror again I will most likely go to a hospital and ask some one to cut me open while I'm awake. Songs were catchy though!

Really? I mean when will this end?

Really? Is this really happening again? I do my best to stnd up for guys. I hate the "princess-I-get-my-way" girls that treat guys like crap. SO why do I get screwed over all the time? The few guys that are the quirky, nerdy, shy kind of guys that I could possibly connect with are impossible to find. I'm giving up. I mean it. Seriously. I'm so done with the lies and false excuses. I'm completely honest, up front and real, so why the heck do I get the shaft everytime. Not to mention the same "I'm gonna be busy for a while" excuse. I fell for it last time and it's true he was busy, busy doing some other girl. But I knew it was a lie this time too. And I'm done with having lies put in my face. You don't like me, don't think we'll work out fine! I'm not a fragile 15 year old any more, I can handle it. I can't stand liars, so be a man about it. Get some balls and be straight foreward with me. I won't lie to you. If you're gonna lie to me, then keep walking and don't look back.

Rolling Stone Stalker?

So I go to my mail box, because Ally never checks the mail, and what do I see? Robert Downey Jr. As he is on the cover of Rolling Stone magazine. Now you tell me if this is weird or not. The August 7Th issue was sent to my parents (and my former address)house with my name on it no extra forwarding stickers. And the new issue that i received today was sent to my new address, again without forwarding stickers. The address box on the cover couldn't be more perfect. This is completely odd as i don't subscribe to Rolling Stone. I read the articles I want online but other than that its just not something I go out of my way to get. What's the deal?

Oh and I signed up for Red Box rentals. You know the !$ a night rental thing inside Raleys. Well since I signed up (and its free) for texts from them I got a free movie rental. So I thought hey, Mad Money isn't in my NetFlix que line so why not get it for free? I'm just not into movies right now. I found it so boring and didn't even get half way through it. I'm a big movie fan, whats going on? I'm probably so preoccupied with getting settled, weekend events, and all sorts of unnecessary stress that I just can't relax enough to watch a movie!

*deep breath* Maybe soon!

a possibility

just kidding, mom!

Things are better now

I've taken a deep breath and I'm no longer having an anxiety attack from that horrid dream. Thank goodness. I talked it out and I'm good now. My current dilema: i have 12 mice and need to get rid of some. i have to face the facts of life that a few are going to be fed to snakes. i hate the fod chain for this. And I already named them all!!

a nightmare, just a nightscare

I haven't blogged in quite some time. I've been busy. I just have to get this out. Last night I has the most frightening dream of my life. I'm not even sure it was a dream. I have trouble sleeping, all the time every other night. And this isn't too unusual. I'm still adjusting to my apartment and twin size bed. But I slept uneasy long before that. Now I'm not sure if this was my dream or it really happened which is even scarier. And I jolted awake crying and the thought of it makes me cry now. If I was sleeping then I was dreaming that I was awake in my room in the dark just lying there. Then the door opened and a tall man in a dark leather or motorcycle jacket came in my room walked over to my bed with his arms by his side and his hands in fists. He peered in through my canopy and had bright slivers for eyes, grunted heavy and slightly pumped his fists by his waist and turned on his heel and left through the door closing it behind him. That's when I jolted and slightly raised my head. I immediately took my pulse and it was racing, my forehead was broken out in a sweat and I was laying exactly as I was in the possible dream. It felt so real. I pulled my covers and reached for my cell phone and clutched in it my hand as I fell back to sleep.
Now I don't watch scary movies for this reason. I watched a pleasant Adam Brody movie before I went to bed. That I know of no one crazy is stalking the streets and breaking into second story apartments. I do remember hearing my sister come home and when i woke from the dream it was only thirty minutes later. I don't know what this means, if it was real (which I hope it wasn't), or what to think of it. I have never been so scared in my entire life.