I'm not really feeling inspired to blog right now but I thought I should while I have time so that it's not forever until I update again.
Wednesday night I dreamed that I was sleeping - it was the best sleep of my life!! Have you guys ever done that. It's weird, let me tell you.
So I've got projects and scholarship apps coming out the wazoo. Have I been working on them like a good student? You bet not! Why am I a glutton for punishment? I was doing so great working so hard in September but I've basically wasted October, Oh Dear.
So those are my goals for this long weekend. I'm also worrying like crazy over Christmas. I've been getting depressed lately over how boring I really am. I don't have a single hobby that creates anything. I'm not good at anything except 'school', and like I said, I'm even slacking on that! Ugh! How lame.
Yesterday I didn't wear a coat so I got a ride to Grandma's from work. We finished our conversation and I stepped out of the vehicle laughing and hear "HEY!!" barked really loud in my ear. There was a dirty man (between 20-30 years old?) in dark clothes right beside the car staring at us.
I just stared back, my brain couldn't process what the heck he was doing (honestly we were just inside the Oil Rig parking lot, no one walks there - and even if you did normal people would walk around a car not right up to it.). The whites of his eyes were huge I could see, like his eyes were popping out of his head.
He said "YOU BETTER WATCH OUT!" with I smile I couldn't understand. I looked to Dawn-Marie but still didn't move. At the time I wasn't scared, just completely bewildered. I heard him laughing and some shuffling, I looked up and couldn't see him anywhere. Dawn-Marie and I just looked at each other questioningly - neither of us knew who he was. She asked if I wanted her to walk me to Grandma's but I said I was okay and walked by myself.
When I think back on it today, I don't feel like laughing it off (haha weirdo, haha druggie). I keep seeing his eyes - it was like there was nothing to recognize in them. Gah, it gives me shivers - if eyes are the window to the soul that guy was inhuman. It was similar to the guy on drugs with the weird eyes that approached me at the dance but no where near the same. This guy's eyes seemed alert, intelligent even, but not like a person playing around, it was different. It was a weird experience...
Someone passed away at my school so the whole place is in a weird state of mourning. Not that it's weird for us to be mourning but the mass mourning is a weird feeling.
Anyway, there you go! My life's pretty boring right now really.
Hope you're all enjoying this lovely fall!
Thanks for reading!
Love,
Cara (^_^)/
You're not really as boring as everyone teases you about. Mostly I think they're jealous of how successful you are (myself included) so they tease you about being boring to make themselves feel better about all their slacking off (which is certainly why I do it... hahaha) It's true you don't have a creative hobby. That's okay, I think, because you're one of those philanthropists who would make helping the homeless or volunteering with autistic kids your productive hobby. I'd rather write stories and scrapbook. I don't want to be anywhere near a homeless person. That's what I think, anyway.
ReplyDeleteI disagree. :P
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