Friday, June 27, 2003

Thinkin' Outloud...


Had a weird dream lastnight....

I was at a beautiful house, staying with family and friends and I guess the neighbors that were living in front of us, they were supposedly famous or something. It was actually a young man living at this house who was famous. His house overlooked the beach.
My family and friends joked around, daring me to go and see if this famous guy was home...and of course I took the dare and walked acrossed the street, peeping though the windows and looking through the gates...Through the gates I saw an empty pool, and a disheveled yard...But it wasn't all junked up or anything like that. Just looked like it hadn't been taken care of in a while.
Through the window I see some older looking asian men at a desk working on a computer. One was sitting in a chair just smoking away at a tobacco pipe. He sees me and has a smile, gets up and greets me. He seemed very friendly. He asks me who I am and what I was doing there. I told him how my family and friends dared me to see the "Famous guy."

"Oh you must be talking about my son." He says. "He's not home right now, but he will be later on."
We start talking and I find out they are all from the Philippine decent. The other older men ignored me but, the famous guy's father kept talking to me like he was enjoying my company. He starts giving me a tour of their house...It was just your normal house, but one thing stood out...There were posters everywhere of rifles, and guns. They had rifles and guns displayed on the walls...I didn't mind because I am used to guns, I even own my own gun.
So after the tour, he tells me he wants me to go for a boat ride with him. He starts packing up two bags, one for him and one for me...I wondered why I needed a bag, especially one that big that he handed to me. He's like, this is your bag, you hold it. He started to pack up the little boat that we were going on, it almost looked like a canoe.
All of a sudden a few of my family members and friends calling my name. I tell this man that I will be right back. I go over to my family and friends and I tell them how I got the tour, met his father but the famous guy wasn't home. I was about to go back to the boat after telling everyone I'd be back later, when I woke up from this dream...

The first thing I thought of in this dream when I awoke was the bag...Like, why did he want me to carry this bag? And, why was it so huge?

The only thing I could think of was, my body could fit in the bag.





Wednesday, June 25, 2003

Thinkin' Outloud...


I ran errands today...Errands being, returning the shelf at Bed Bath & Beyond, then going shopping for a small, in-expensive gift for someone.
Course, when IIIIII have to get something for someone else, I have to get something for me, too. I ended up hittin' the jackpot at the mall by finding some good deals on clothes. THAT hasn't happened in a long time. I was so giddy -n- shit for finding all those deals that it didn't dawn on me, 'till after I left the mall, and I was carrying my goodies into the house.

I'm going to be a very well dressed poor person.

You know, I thought about returning all of it, or maybe some of it. But decided against it.

I, Emma, will not shop again until I have a job. (When I say that, I mean clothes and stuff.)

So this gift that was bought. It's one of those gifts where you feel like you HAVE to give it, but you really don't want to. It wasn't pricey, nor is it a bad gift. So, I hope this person likes it.
It's one of those "damned if you do, damned if you don't" situations.

Okay, I have FIVE, count 'em..FIVE, 'squito bites on my ASS. Those mosquitos were only on me for a SECOND and they turned into SWELLS. They are annoying and they hurt. If I scratch them, they will turn into scabs and leave little brown dots on my ass. I guess you could say I have very sensitive skin and I'm allergic to insects.

I'm going now.




Tuesday, June 24, 2003

Thinkin' Outloud...


Today as I was driving home, I smelled a faint perfume. Usually smelling perfume makes me ill, but this certain smell reminded me of my mom and how she could wear any perfume and it wouldn't bother me. I think it's something in her glands that makes any perfume she wears smell beautiful, to me. I can't explain it, you're probabaly thinking, "Well, it's your mom so you're just saying that." There's a perfume called, "Sunflowers" and I hate the smell of it, but for some reason when my mom wears it, it's bearable. She wears different variations, but, my favorite smell of my mother is Tresor. When she used to work late nights, I'd grab one of her sweaters and sleep with it under my pillow. I think when I visit Chicago again, I'll have to take something of hers...

I mowed Sean's mothers lawn today...I wore a nice big floppy hat to keep the sun away from me. She has a riding lawn mower which is great. Now it takes an hour to do it. She used to have a push one and it'd take like 3 hours.
I was having a little issue with the mower, the thing kept stalling on me so I'd have to restart it several times. To do that, I'd have to raise the blades, then turn the engine on...Well the first time it happened, I got the engine started and I started to roam around the yard. It took me a good 20 minutes till I realized that I forgot to lower the blades and I hadn't been cutting a single blade of friggen grass. (I'm glad no one was watching me too, I was wondering why the engine sounded a little soft.)
I laughed at myself, I had fun mowing the lawn, it looks pretty now. Then Seans mother treated us to some Seafood. It was a nice day in the sun. I'm glad it has stopped raining!





Monday, June 23, 2003

Thinkin' Outloud...


It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...

I'd have to say the Cape trip was an OKAY time. I laughed, I wanted to cry, I heard moaning sounds and squishy noises.
It rained on Saturday into Sunday, Sean and I got screwed with the sleeping arrangements. The best part of the trip was I got to drive a big ass pick-up truck.
I've picked up a bad habit, too. I've started smoking clove cigarettes. I don't inhale tho, I just like the sugary taste it leaves in my mouth, it also tastes like a coffee bean roasting. I made a promise to myself I wouldn only smoke them on certain occasions. I've got two boxes that'll last me years.

Someone tell me why girls act the way they do? And I'm not talking little girls that are children, or in their teens, I'm talking girls that should be called women, but I won't call them women because of the way they act.
I'll get into it more on my next blogging adventure.