I had a dream about Jennifer Lopez last night. I was riding in her huge car and she was a really scary driver. At one point the road turned into a rollercoaster type thing, and I likened it to some fantasy video game that I have never played and doesn't even exist. She started to play some Mark Anthony songs because she missed him and I thought that it was so sweet. I was to be her houseguest and she let me sleep on her fold out couch which was lumpy and uncomfortable. Her children were very well behaved.

Last night while sleeping with a cat I turned over and opened my eyes mid-slumber to see him sitting up tall, gazing into the darkness, looking so beautiful and proud like Mufasa perched upon Pride Rock. As he held himself higher, elongated body and paws outstretched I thought that he was the most majestic animal to ever share my bed. After some time passed I realized that I was imagining all of it and the cat had been curled up asleep the whole time. I thought about giving him some pets but by that point I was too afraid of him to move my arm out from under the blankets.

Just checkin out what's puppin up online

I just really love cats

they're fun and cute

This morning I finished reading The Amber Spyglass for the second time and began reading The Crystal World. It's pretty tough to follow up an easy read with something you actually have to pay attention to. I got into a pace that was hard to break out of, and flew through 3 pages of Crystal World before realizing that I had no idea what was going on. I usually read too fast anyway. Slowly getting back into my normal pace, n' hopefully slowin it down a lil.

Usually when I am living with parents and the responsibility of buying my own food is no longer a concern, I get pretty rowdy at the grocery store. Today, though, I didn't get rowdy.

On September 10, 2008 I ate so much Biscoff

I took a plane on Wednesday. Now instead of living in Portland on the west coast, I am homeless and living with parents in the east. At take off I think the woman sitting ahead of me was worried because her male companion started rubbing her arm and said "Sparticus! Sparticus!". After we landed they started talking very candidly about the love lives of themselves and the male companion's brother. The brother is 10 years younger and has been married four times, while the male companion has only been married twice. According to the woman, two times is much different than four. This difference is either positive or negative, but it is uncertain to me which.

I can't believe it really happened

I actually watched The Lake House last night. Do you know what that is? It's this, and I actually watched it.