Dreams aren't so fickle.

So I had this dream last night, and I just told Joy about it, but I figured I should write it down.

In my dream, I had a pet giraffe in my bedroom. He ate mostly my leftovers, and he was very cute. Then, my cat, Gwyn, had kittens, even though she's fixed. They were freaking adorable, and tiny. Then I somehow had a pet alpaca, and the giraffe hated it, so it kept trying to kick it. It accidentally almost kicked one of the kittens, though! So I moved them to the living room, and moved the alpaca to the back yard. Then, the next day, I realized that one of the kittens wasn't actually a housecat, but it was a FREAKING PANTHER and it was like hella bigger than the others on the second day. I was petting it and it started growling and totally tweaking out so I moved it to the kitchen and tied it to the fridge.

I went in to check on my giraffe and his front legs were hella tiny and one of his hooves fell off! And I was like, "Oh, no, what happened?!" And he was like (yes, he TALKED), "I guess I'm not eating enough. That casserole last night was tasty, though." I felt really bad so I moved a tree into my room so he could eat, and then he got big and fat again. Yay!

I had another dream after that where I was applying for a residency at a hospital, and in the application process they diagnosed me with this rare disease where there was like a bead of stuff in my veins and they had to take it out. I was freaking out and crying, and then they told me I couldn't be a resident there because I wasn't reacting well under pressure. WHISKEY TANGO FOXTROT?! I was so pissed.

Anyway, those were my amazing dreams. Yeah, I think it was my brain's rebellion against me for forgetting to set my alarm last night. Well, you win this time, brainy, but by golly, I'll get you yet.

I'm hyper, by the by.

Autumn overnight.

Better weather means better moods. The weather yesterday was brilliant--never got above 85, and last night was very chilly, good for cuddling with a certain someone. This morning I awoke to find it mild, grey, and misting--my favorite! Not cold in the slightest--it's about sixty--and it looks like it'll be this way most of the day. Thank goodness.

Just got out of philosophy--I honestly love that class so much. We started on track, talking about love and what it means to love, and somehow we got on topics of religion, and from there it went straight to talking about politics--way to turn ancient philosophy about as modern as it gets.

I get to present on The Symposium next week, meaning I get to talk about what love is, and how it relates to humanity. Exciting!

You just managed to catch me on a bad day.

What is a bad day to me?

A bad day is when my brain is ruminating and I'm so distracted that I can't even focus on things I love.

It's when I keep seeing what's wrong with me, be it physically or characteristically, and I can't fix it.

But no matter what, I remind myself: this too shall come to pass.

Only thing to do is surround myself with friends, family, video games, and TV.

I've managed to stay an optimist this long, why give up now?

Fact: Depression makes me feel invisible.

This will probably make it even harder to understand.

Have I ever been present?
Or am I fading like the moon, a crescent in the sky?
Depression and depressant alike get rid of ebullience.

As I emerge an adolescent-
One who seeks to augment and reinvent her intent to repent-
My mind is not quiescent.

The bees of thought are buzzing and incessant
Their resent extended and outspent
Until all but the loneliest percent are stinging
Bringing me their discontent in the form of little needles in my brain.

I cannot see, the incandescent
light is blinding and fluorescent
And my olfactory cemented shut
With the scent of lament and tears.
This segment torments my indentured senses.

Ideas of loneliness tumescent
Fermenting to the exent of my patience
About myself, so obsolescent.
I am not effervescent, I cannot prevent the lack of luminescence in my soul.

But then just like the moon, convalescent,
I will have an incipient, a rebirth, efflorescence will be my middle name.
A new moon of my life where I will be iridescent, like a shining disc in the sky.

Sage Francis inspires me.

Rhymes are fun, but with meaning, they can be thought-provoking.

Oh, exploitable!

Don't get me wrong, I have pet peeves, as well. I hate when people make smacking sounds while they eat or drink, hate being interrupted, hate being told I'm understood while I'm blatantly ignored, hate vegetables on burgers, stuff like that. Everyone has the little things that bug them, I'm quite sure, but this pet peeve and the exploitation thereof is one of the funniest damn things...

'My thought is "fewer" relates to units while "less" relates to a quality or state of being. Basically, "If you can count them, use the word 'fewer' and if you can't, it's 'less'".'

This person probably also has a pet peeve of people saying "ATM machine" while ATM stands for "automatic teller machine," or even more picky, they probably get in a bunch upon hearing "LCD monitor," which means "liquid crystal display monitor" and technically you don't need the "monitor" when you've already got the "display," so you can just say "LCD." Fine, pet peeve, whatever, if they're reading this they're probably perturbed by my run-on sentences too. Self-proclaimed grammar nazis are fine in my book, because I know how upsetting some tiny things can be.

Am I a horrible person if I try and understand this person's annoyance at the simple butcheries of English, yet still find this XKCD strip hilarious, and do similar things myself?

http://cu.nniling.us/

Not always similar, though--sometimes I just use words like "irregardless" to get a reaction.

Oh yeah, weekends mean something again.

It's been two months since weekends have really meant something. But I remember why I like them so much now--they're a reprieve.

This Saturday was also the most serious Saturday I think I've ever had in my life.

I learned that optimism really is the best policy for me.

My cat is in my top bunk.

I'm talking to Tarmander. Hi, Tarmander!

I'm going to make an archive of all the characters I've ever thought up, and the variants on them. That's probably going to be my next project, once I get into the swing of this bloggy thing.

I'm most definitely passing out now.

I'm only allowing myself seven hours of sleep. Moderation!