[13 Mar 2010|04:57am] againinreverie [ music | Bon Iver ] Who decided it would be okay to rain when I plan on bringing my puppy out to the beach? This is some real horse shit. It is almost 5AM. Again. I just got home from work twenty minutes ago or so, and find myself tapping away at the keys. Today's topic? ... .... Not sure. Drawing a blank. OH I KNOW. Tonight I may be going to the horror convention in Cherry Hill with Adria. I'm not totally sure about it, I just might stay home and hang out with my dog. I feel like I don't spend enough time playing with her like I should. I also don't really have money to spend seeing as I'm buying a new bed today, and a week from now my feet are getting zip-zapped in Montclair. That's going to be mad moneys I'm sure. Because of our work schedules, Eric and I haven't gotten to see each other much aside from when we go to sleep. Which sucks. I got accustomed to doing something with him everyday (aside from sleeping). Lately since he got a raise, his schedule's been all over the place and well... mine doesn't change so yeah. Sucks. Indeed. I had a really bizarre dream a few weeks ago and I feel like I should share because it was THAT weird... I was in a really old super market, seeing a show. The place was packed with people shopping for groceries, but they were also watching the bands play. I ran into one of my exes whom I don't talk to and it was super awkward. I pitied him because he looked so sad. He looked so differently because of stress, I was guessing. We exchanged the typical awkward conversation "Hey how've you been?" "Good, you?" blah blah blah... and then out of nowhere the store was closing and he wanted me to go home with him. He tried kissing me and I kept backing away. The grocery store clerks were yelling for us to leave and i was trying to get to the door but he held onto my shopping cart, which was filled with things I needed to buy. I let go of the cart and ran outside where there wasn't a single person in sight. It looked to have been raining outside, through the windows of the store, but once I was out there it was bright, sunny, and warm. I'm not sure what that means, but I know I was happy as all hell to get out of that store. It had the same feeling most nightmares have. You're asleep, but you can still somehow feel the adrenaline pumping through you. Fucking weird, right? Grocery stores. Exes. Bands playing. What? Someone please explain this to me. In other news, I've started making a scrapbook because I'm a middle-aged soccer mom on the inside, begging to be let out haha. Oh and my book is going well. I'm almost 30 pages deep on two chapters. So psyched. post comment

[09 Mar 2010|09:02pm] agrinisasin  How is it that when I have time to study, I can't put my mind the state to study?  I have a microbio/immunology midterm on Thursday, and for the life of me I cannot concentrate enough to study for it.  I did badly on my herbs test today cause I didn't really study for it either.  :( :(  I think i'm in a funk or something...  not cool post comment

[05 Mar 2010|04:45am] againinreverie [ music | Gallows, stuck in my head. ] "..And I don't want to be anyone in the world but me Trapped in the body of a man defeated I am ashamed of mistakes repeating..." I've had that line from a Gallows song stuck in my head for the past two days. My birthday was tons of fun. Eric and I went to The Lanes for the Frank Turner show, and met up with my brother, Satello, Saba, Doc John, Dana, Dougy, and a slew of other people. Later in the night Brielle came and hung out after work. It was a ton of fun, even though I had a wicked bad sinus infection. I couldn't taste or smell anything. So what happened? Gin & Tonics. That's what happened. Later in the night Brielle and I went to Hartsgrove/Kristen's apartment to hangout for a bit before Brielle drove me home. Eric gave me a Goodnight Moon inspired painting (which I love and is hanging on my wall right now), and a homemade brown-sugar based body scrub (smells delicious!). I love homemade gifts so much more than store-bought. Now I am twenty-two. Within the past week I've been writing like a crazed-person. I've been working on my book when I have free time, and I am really happy with the way it's turning out! FOR ONCE I LIKE MY WRITING! Hopefully somewhere down the line I'll make millions of dollars as a published author and never have to work again (HAHAHAHAHA). March 20th I'm heading up to Montclair to get my feet tattooed by Geoff Horn once again. Saba or Doc John are going to accompany me in the roadtrip seeing as my car is unfit to leave well, monmouth county. Since the snow finally went away, it's been making even more fucked up noises. Ugh. Lucky me. Eric's almost got his medical bills from the summer paid off so when that happens he's going to get a car. I'm psyched. After that we'll be getting an apartment. Even more psyched for that. I can't wait. Yesterday was the first sign of spring-- Willa pooped on my mom's sprouting daffodils. Of course. She's also eaten two pairs of diamond earrings, my mother's $90 sandals, and countless ipod/iphone cords. Bitch has expensive taste, what can I say? haha All I have been listening to for the past week has been Anya Marina, Bon Iver, and Sea Wolf. For some reason I find those three bands the best of my music collection to write to. It's helps to mellow me out and put focus on the task at hand. I highly recommend checking them out. It's almost 5AM and Frankie's coming to pick me up to get some breakfast. Can't wait to fall asleep after that. post comment

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