File Under: Miscellaneous

I've been keeping a journal of all the dreams I remember for about a month now. It takes me forever to write them because when I do I start replaying them and then I daydream about other stuff and it's all very time consuming. So I'm considering starting a separate blog just for that, since I can type way faster than I can write. Not sure if it's a good idea though. I never censor anything about my dreams and some of them can be pretty graphic and really weird.

So my mother has offered to cover the entire cost of my insurance through the university this coming school year. HUGE relief. However, my dad was then supposed to do the same for my sister (each parent covers a kid, seems fair, yes) and is refusing to. Buzz kill. So I'm pretty sure I'll be helping her pay for that. Someone's got to. I feel like a bad person for not offering to pay the entire fee though. She's too young to have to worry about this stuff, but she's worked all summer and I haven't, and we got about the same amount of grants/loans this school year. So she should be more able to afford it than I am, but I hate that she'll have to. GRRR.

Ever rediscover a food you love? I used to eat applesauce all the time as a kid, but then didn't. I recently had some and have gone ape for it. Today I ate an entire 25 oz. jar of the stuff. Opened at 5, empty at 7. I AM NOT ASHAMED! hahaha Hey, at least it wasn't ice cream or something.

I wrecked all my paint brushes this week because I was an idiot and went to sleep without rinsing them or even leaving them in the glass of water I had for cleaning the damn things. BOO. Trip to the art supply store, anyone?

My old man walks like an old man and this irks me to no end. Keep up, dammit!

I haven't thought about sex in weeks. Weird. I should get some panties that say "out of order."

I'm excited to toss my twin size bed to the curb. Yay! I count as a grown-up now, right? But my mom killed my fun by asking "why don't you get a queen size?" Well, Ma, cuz I can get a double for cheap from a friend versus paying a bunch more for a new one or get a used one from some gross person I don't know.

I miss my boys. :( The reunion once they all move back is going to be amazing. And possibly fatal. Wait and see.

I spent the afternoon with my former roommate yesterday. None of you ever have or ever will experience such a good pairing of people to live together. Which is especially lucky, because we were put together randomly in the dorms.

Next summer, I want a landscape internship so bad that I will move wherever I have to for those 3 months to get it. Could be fun?