June 9, 2001

The mood at the moment is: The current mood of dfirewolf@netzero.net at www.imood.com

Gee, I've really gotten out of journalling mode, haven't I? I guess I shouldn't worry too much about it ~ one woman who runs a list of journals across the country (I'll have to find the addy ~ I'm not awake enough to find it at the moment.) hasn't journaled in 7 months.

In my own case, it's simply gotten to a point where I feel as if there's not much to say at times, even with the help of prompts.

Oh my god, the world is ending. I just saw two guys from 1980's hair metal bands...C.C. Deville from Poison and Jack Blades from Night Ranger...on a PBS *cooking* show and to think that I used to have the biggest crush on *both* of them!

Please. Kill me now. Spare me any more. I can't handle my teenage idols warping my already twisted mind like this! LOL

I've had about 3 interesting dreams in the last few months. I remember them because they all involve Cyrus (remember him? It's been a looooong time since he's been mentioned here ~ he's been rightfully placed in the dark, dusty archives). Anyway, each of these dreams involve the same thing ~ he shows up and I have better things to do than put up with his sorry ass. In the first one, he sat down in front of me and began to kiss me when I simply got up and told him that I had better things to do. The other two were variations on the same theme ~ he shows up and I involve myself in other activies with joy in my heart because I realize that I do have better things to do. Last night was a little different, though. There was the attitude that I needed him because there is no way I am capable of taking care of myself. There was more joy in usual when I walked off.

Thing is, I don't know if these are 'just' dreams or not. When I didn't have better things to do, he did try to come into my dreams several times. One time, he got his ass kicked by Kitt (who I should have listened to sooner). The other times, he simply wasn't recognized. His intrusion into my dreams always showed themselves as a tornado ~ the ultimate symbol for emotional turmoil.

I hate this not being able to tell. I hate not being consciously aware of what's going on in my dreams, even if I do make all the right decisions at the time. I guess that makes me a control freak, eh?


My mom has called several times and almost immediately started talking about all the Pyrex and Fire King that she'd found (ugh!) ~ it was a titanic struggle to keep quiet, especially after the last entry!


DESIRES

From a journalling list:
When you know what you want you notice opportunities to move towards your desires and recognise when you achieve them. Write a list of desires, include long and short term wishes, material items, professional accomplishments, local and global concerns, immediate gratifications. Dont limit yourself, do a deep inventory of desires.

Stoopid Pet Tricks update:
A teenage girl has come forward as the owner of the chihuahua that caused such a fuss in the last entry. She claims that the pictograms on her dog were just something that she found somewhere (she didn't specify where but the story implied that the girl was a anime' fan.) but 'she had no idea that they were satanic' (pronounced 'say*tah*nic'). She says that she just liked to paint her dog different colors.

In any case, it appears that the girl is out of luck ~ she came forward after the 3 day waiting period and the dog was adopted out. The dog's name was Granny. (?!)

Whatever happened to keeping one's weirdness confined to one's own body, eh? Whatever happened to coloring one's own hair different colors? What's the deal with coloring the damn dog??

Stupid, stupid, STUPID!!!!!!


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