Buggity-boo-blahhh!!

For all intents and purposes, it should be known that I am fairly kind to all creatures on this earth, or, I try to be anyway. This includes, but is in no way limited to, bugs. I like them, all sorts for all kinds of reasons. Spiders can get under my skin, so to speak, but I pretty much leave them alone so long as they are not in the shower or in my bedroom.

However...

there is one kind of bug that I simply cannot stand. Just the thought of the thing makes my toes curl and I start doing idiotic girl-dances on chairs. Seriously...just ask wraptboy.

Centipedes...walking eyelashes, only running at lightning-speed.
BLEH!!!!

I went to brush my teeth tonight and when I moved something on the counter, a centipede strode on out from behind a bottle. Yes, it all but sauntered! It didn't run, like they usually do. Oh no! It felt the need to sway it's nastiness before my horrified eyes, almost causing me to gag on toothpaste.

I came running out, yelling and flailing, toothbrush still in my mouth so it was a garbled cry for help.

Systematically, wraptboy moved items from a shelf, and when the creature was ever-so-slightly revealed, he sprayed it with shower cleaner. Its body curled toward the ceiling, but it kept going, like a walking U...if the thing were actually a fake eyelash, it'd have been a supermodel's wet dream!

I wound up assisting in the squashing festivities.

Later, I am still all icky-feely-blech. I peed with the bathroom door open, just to be sure I had an easy exodus should another nasty saunter by.

Yeah. Nasty critters. Blech.
Millipede's do not bother me, and I am completely enamored by butterflies, cicadas and crickets. Praying Mantis as well...they have the best Ninja style of all!

At any rate, sleep was a great plan until this happened. Now I am too wired to even try.

*shivers*

Taken from mykeamend

Your meme, should you choose to accept it, is to rank the following bands in order, from COULDN'T LIVE WITHOUT to COULDN'T CARE LESS. To add value to this process, you must also add one band to the list, and remove one band from the list, before passing the meme on (including these instructions).

Pink Floyd
David Bowie
The Doors
Fleetwood Mac
Sex Pistols
Nirvana
Rush
Johnny Cash
REM
The Pixies
Duran Duran
The Damned

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OK, so that was a little harder than I thought it would be. Damn favoritism! LOL I based it more on how my musical tastes formulated than anything...some of this music was simply where I came from, not necessarily what I would listen to right this instant. It's still shtuff I would not live without, lest I change my personal history. Oh well...leave it to me to break the rules, right?

(no subject)

Been at Tri-C for over eight hours now. Needless to say, the lights are starting to burn my eyes.

Tests all day. Stress all day.
Too many changes all at once, not enough time to find my own space to breathe in. I want to reach out but somehow wonder if it's just solitary time I need. I haven't had it yet, not really. Then again, well...nevermind.

( This is what I do when I don't want to deal with myself...source of identity, you know~8P )

yeah. right-o.
Time to drive, drop off a picture at Tree's house, hopefully run into renwick so I can get some shtuff from him, and then work some more on the neverending project due at the end of the week. Rich better tell me my homework or I'll hunt his Gap-ass down and show him what spikes are...and they're not on the head. Nope nope.

Only in dreams

This is what I was doing before I woke up late this morning:

I knew Gus was leaving Guatemala very soon, and I raced urgently to catch a plane to where he lived there. When I landed, I stepped out of the plane into a narrow street filled with vendors trying to sell me candles and masks, spices and fruit. I kept thanking them and graciously declining, but they were so persistent. People began to fill the street until it was difficult to move, and I was scared I would miss seeing him off. I began pushing my way through, realizing that the people were all wearing masks for a la Dia los Muertos festival. Skulls looked down on me, laughter and the brushing of bodies and fabric were the only sounds I could hear. I realized I was wearing a white dress with red stripes, but could not remember putting it on.

I eventually found myself very frustrated and cried out loudly. The streets froze, as if time stopped. People did not move anymore, they just stood there like statues. I moved cautiously through them, trying not to hurt anyone or move them much. I felt like I had done something very wrong, but also felt it was a necessary evil if I were to get to Gus before he left.

I rounded a corner and heard the sound of dishes and music. There was a doorway into a restaurant to my right, so I walked inside only to find hundreds of very wealthy people dining together. I looked around and saw a beautiful woman singing on the stage with her band, and waiters were everywhere, serving people with smiles. My eyes looked back and forth, and somewhere inside of me I wondered how I wound up in this place.

When I turned to face forward, Gustavo was walking toward me. I suddenly understood that, in the dream, he owned this restaurant, and he fed the hungry, clothed them in the richest of clothing and made them feel important. I smiled, relieved that I had found him. We walked toward each other, grasping hands as we met, like old friends reunited.

We stood and got a good look at each other -- I guess that, even in dreams, we weren't so sure what the other looked like. We then hugged hello, and he kissed me on the forehead. I stood on my toes to kiss his cheek, and he told me how glad he was that I could make it. We stepped back from each other, and he took my hand, and said," I want to show you something. Follow me."

His smile was so familiar, and I smiled in return, agreeing and walking with him further inside the restaurant. I felt wanted, needed, as if I had finally "come home."

Then I woke up without an alarm clock, and panic ensued.

I sometimes wonder about past-lives. I am not sure whether or not I believe in them, but if I were someone in a past life, I am almost certain it was a soldier, perhaps one of Hispanic origin. Too many reasons to list why I have come to that pseudo-conclusion, but it is there, questioning away.

Because I want something to think about, and to look forward to

[Poll #185873]

Wow...how exciting!!!

some answers...*bounce!*

keep_swimming: Michael Parkes. He has a certain sensuality combined with mystery, all in the midst of amazing surrealistic fantasies. Nevermind the very European flavor to most of his creatures. My eyes like his candy, I guess.~8)

royalblake: You name the when and the where...I am *so* there!

nitzerholt: I don't know how strange I would consider it, but a stairwell - four floors worth to be exact - in a downtown apartment complex.

erik_j_meyer: Once, in a dream, a man fell to his knees, suffocating because he was unable to swallow. Thousands of swallows came swooping down at my sister and I as we ran against the current of a stream, trying to escape the man who could not swallow. There was a chant that said something about "The key to life is the swallow." That is my final answer.

greyguy: I have a strange fetish for hands and the taste of whiskey and cigarettes on a person's breath. ~;)

android23: I think that would be swell.

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OK, so I officialy ♥ this game! keep 'em coming!!!