Blah.

I was rear-ended on my way home. No damage done, except for scaring the hell out of me. Amazing how fast things like that happen. I was sitting at a stoplight, changing the radio station, then I was rubbing my neck and wondering why all of the papers from my little dashboard space were scattered on me.
Blah.

Dreamweaver

I've had strange dreams regularly for most of my adult life. They tend to intensify during stressful or particularly emotional times, but they're always there. Here are a couple bits from dreams I had this past week...

Saturday night: The world was in an apocalyptic state. Luis and I were living among the other refugees in filthy tunnels underneath the remains of cities. The survivors were trying to resume as normal a life as possible, but everything was in shambles; life was disgustingly dark and murky. Martha Stewart was there, and she was trying to show us how to make a delightful dinner out of these bilious green and yellow braids of an algae-like growth clinging to the ceilings of the caves we inhabited.

Monday night: I was visiting some people who lived in a small decrepit house out in the wilderness. The house had clearly been nice at one time, but had gone to seed over the years. Dirt and large clods of earth were scattered on the linoleum, and the paint was peeling away from the walls to reveal rotted and crumbling plaster. A scratching sound came at the back door and the man went to open it, saying it was their cat wanting to be let in. A large orange cat leapt in through the door and the man began yelling that it wasn't their cat, it was a killer jackalope. I ran to the bathroom and tried to shut the door, but the large cat pushed its way through. I quickly caught the animal by the neck and began choking it, and the man yelled that he was going after his shotgun. As I was choking the cat I looked at him - he didn't look like a killer. He looked like a friendly creature. I didn't dare release my hold on him, though, lest he try to eat me. I could see the fear in his eyes as I choked the life out of him. Just then the man burst in with his shotgun, and he made me hold the animal as he shot it in the head.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Good day sunshine

I'm only at the computer long enough to eat my dinner (peanut butter and banana on whole wheat - yum!), and then I have an enormous amount of studying to do...

We finally got some sunshine today. It's been gray and cloudy for weeks, and the overall mood around town has felt subdued and a little gloomy. I celebrated the return of the sun by going for a run - with my nano! Luis bought me one for Christmas (He's so cute - he always wants me to open gifts the second he gets them home from the store) and gave it to me last Friday. White, 4GB, and now loaded with a little bit of everything. I love looking at the artists' names side-by-side; in my nano, Barry Manilow can peacefully coexist with Avenged Sevenfold, Motion City Soundtrack and The New York Philharmonic can cozy up together, and Hoobastank and James Taylor are friends. I love the nano, although the complaints of it scratching easily have me a little paranoid. (Luis has had one for a couple of months, and his is a little scuffed.) I'm like the crazy old lady with the clear vinyl slipcovers on all her furniture - my ipod is staying in the plastic wrapper until the tube I ordered for it arrives. (I trimmed openings for the earbud plug and the hold button.) Go ahead, laugh. I don't care. My nano understands.

Well, my sandwich is gone, so it's time to study. Ugh.

This one's for Emo --

I'm learning the cranial nerves this week, and here is my mnemonic device.

On Occasion Omar Takes Trips And Films Very Good Videos About Himself.

I Olfactory
II Optic
III Oculomotor
IV Trochlear
V Trigeminal
VI Abducent
VII Facial
VIII Vestibulocochlear
IX Glossopharyngeal
X Vagus
XI Accessory
XII Hypoglossal

He's a smart monkey. :)

Why I love today

It's only about 30 degrees outside, but it's beautiful and sunny - the mountains are all snow covered and sparkling.

I found $10 earlier.

My skinny jeans not only fit again, but my butt looks good in them.

The radio station I was listening to in the car busted out some old school Beastie Boys.

No classes on Friday.

Life is good.

WTF?

Today I went to the Market to get a Diet Pepsi - their CO2 was out.
I stopped by the gas station down the street from my apartment to get my caffene fix - their Diet Pepsi was out.
It's 29 degrees outside.
I have an anatomy test in t-minus 79 minutes, and it's pretty much going to kick my ass.

Yep, today definitely sucks.