Facebook and Wrock the Boat have stolen me. But I am still here.

I do want to shamelessly plug my website though. If you haven't seen it lately, you should check it out.

I only have to do the finishing touches of Registration and we will totally be wrocking!
Well, that, and I need to spend 3 days alone making the Archive page all pretty with all the awesomeness from the last Wrock the Boat.

Check it out!

www.wrocktheboat.com

Tagged from Courtney WAY before even the Election, and I'm just now getting around to do it!
Good way to get to know more and more about my sick demented, twisted mind! Courtney asked for it!
So basically, you comment to this post, and I will choose 7 of your interests that I am curious about. You post about them in your own journal and we continue from there.
( Conserve Space, make a cut )

I'm only writing this here because I can't find my dream journal in the piles of my things at my parents' house. And if I don't write it down now, I'll forget some of the finer details.

First, let me reiterate my beliefs on ghosts and the supernatural. I am what you may call an Optimistic Skeptic. I'm certainly open to the idea, but since I have not had any experiences myself, I just don't know. Especially in the case of my sister. THe last time I saw Kim, we didn't have an argument exactly, but we parted ways without us telling each other that we loved the other, and we were somewhat exasperated with one another. We were always that way with each other, not super close, but for short amounts of time, we tolerated each other's company. We were JUST starting to improve that relationship when Kim was taken from me in a car crash. I truly want to believe in ghosts, but I have a hard time believing that IF there were a way to "return" and settle things between me and my sister, she would have done so by now. Kim died in 1997. The only thing I have to go on as far as the supernatural is concerned are dreams. And I don't think those count.

But I had another dream last night, and I just have to get it written down. I'll analyze it later, or if you have any thoughts, you are welcome to post them for my consideration. It didn't freak me out, it just is making me think.

I'm already losing some of the vividness and imagery, but I'll try to be as specific as possible.

I was home, visiting rather than living here, and I discovered that Kim was here too. This is not an unusual dream for me. I have had tons of dreams, call them reoccuring or whatever, but I have these dreams all the time that Kim is with us at home, and we know she died, but apparently, she doesn't know. Kim thinks she is visiting, same as me, and we're all together for the Holidays. So, Kim will talk to us and touch us as normal. She isn't transparent or go through walls, or float or anything like that. She is standing next to me with her arm around my shoulder, squeezing me and telling me she loves her sister. She still takes up 2 hours to do her hair and make-up, but the kicker is we never see her leave the house.
I know this isn't going to make sense in writing, but since it was a part of the dream, I have to include it- one part of the dream, I walk into the bathroom, and she is taking a bath. She had turned the entire bathroom into a bath, though. No toilet, no sink, ALL bathtub! It was then I began to realize that Kim was a ghost, a very peculiar ghost. A ghost that actually uses things, like my shampoo, my soap. She eats my parents' food and does laundry.
So, I go to my mom, and I ask her "Is Kim a ghost?" (something really weird and completely unrelated happens here...do you want to hear it?)
( Completely unrelated dream sequence )
My mom and I discuss how Kim is a ghost for a moment, and then I turn to leave. Kim is right there. She no longer looks like herself, she is slowly deteriorating, not gross or horrifying, just starting to "fade" I would say.
I ask her if she heard me. She says yes. I ask her if she knew she was a ghost or if she thought she was alive. She simply nods her head, which isn't an answer to the question I asked, but I acted as if it were.
I began to think about how I didn't beleive in ghosts (during the dream) and how I finally had a recurring ghostly experience. I beleived in ghosts!
Then I woke up.
And now, I'm sorta pissed! I mean, have I had a ghostly experience or NOT? I don't count dreams, but I have a feeling my subconscious is trying to tell my mind that I HAVE. It doesn't make any sense.

Other than this dream, I guess things are going okay here.
I had a doctor's appointment yesterday. I'm looking for a therapist. Even though I drove back home nearly a week early to be with her, I haven't heard from my best friend yet AT ALL, I found a couple Wizard Rockers- The Blibbering Humdingers and Hawthorn and Holly in my general vicinity (actually, Hawthorn and Holly are in Charlotte, very very close to me),got a personal trainer at the YMCA to get me in a workout schedule and "Pump! me up!", and I'm looking at cruises for a second Wrock the Boat.
I guess things are fine on my end. I guess.
I just don't feel like I'm home. I don't feel like I have a home anymore. I can't call Louisiana home, New Orleans is NOT my home, Florida hasn't been my home in 2 years, and I just don't feel like I'm home even here in Rock Hill. It completely sucks!

I miss you guys!
Talk to you soon!

Best! Week! EVER!!!!!!!!
I just wanted to let everyone know that I made it back safe and sound, COMPLETELY sleep deprived, hung-over, and wobbly legs. It may take me a few days to get my land legs back and stop swaying back and forth when I'm standing still.
I will make a FULL report when I get the opportunity, but understand that I'm in the process of moving back to South Carolina, getting read to vote, and recovering. The recovery is gonna take a while. I may NEVER get over this cruise.

I'll leave you all with these cryptic memories to make you curious:
-Astronomy Snuggle Cuddle Puddle
-Pattie got flashed and mooned during the Horcruz Hunt
-Table 379!!!!
-The first ever Wizard Rave
-Sound Tech guy telling us we were the most fun group he had ever worked with
-Your Wrocking Cruise Director drinking 3 Island Breezes at one time
- The Zombie Congo Line
-"Trelawney has foreseen that everyone would be too hung-over from the Dance Party to attend Divination Class, and sees everyone hanging out by the pool, casinos, waterslides, or buffets."
-Nigel singing to Wrock the Boat on the phone while the Fantasy sailed away
- THE DEPARTMENT OF REDUNDANCY DEPARTMENT!

Full report sometime soon!
Much loves!
Call me! New number: 407-404-4813.
I'm gonna go catch up on my sleep. I'll wake up sometime on Tuesday to go vote.

I thought last week was one of the worst weeks of my life. I gave my notice to the aquarium, I had allergies running rampant wile packing and cleaning, my car broke and then wouldn't even start on Saturday, I couldn't make my Reiki Class.
But last week is NOTHING compared to what yesterday was like for me.
So, I called the Saturn Dealership to get my car fixed yesterday morning. They told me they wouldn't be able to see my car until Thursday at the earliest. Good. Good to know. So, I looked around online and found an auto repair shop that could look at my car that day. So, I drive my hunk of junk to the Pit Stop, and I bring some Wrock the Boat stuffs to work on while I wait. About 2 hours later, they tell me exactly what is wrong with the car, and they show me, and they are super duper nice and everything, but then came the bad news: they have to get the parts from Saturn, which wouldn't be for another 3 hours or so, and then they cold fix it.
So, I start texting all my friends. I don't have that many in New Orleans, I was really just venting! But then I got MORE bad news. It was going to cost me $700 to fix up my car. $700. That I don't have. Well, lucky me, I have a credit card.
So, I'm at teh car repair shop for another 3 hours (yes, that's around 5 hours total) before I get a call from Laurie that she's in New Orleans for class, would I like her to come over and keep me company? Um, DUH!
So, we go out for sushi, and then we head over to my place to grab some things and then head out again.
And then IT happened. I kept telling myself all week long, "it can't get any worse" and then it did, and I was resolved that the car thing was the end of my rope, NOTHING could get worse than that! No, no, it did.
My phone slipped under the seat of Laurie's car. So, while I'm trying to reach it, I hear my text message ringer go off, so I'm certain it's working. We finally move the seat up, and I grab my phone, and it's off. And it won't turn back on.
When I get home, I try to charge the phone and it won't charge. How in the hell did my phone stop working? No, never mind, don't ask, I don't really want to know.
So, Laurie takes me to the AT&T store, and the guy tells me it's dead. My only option is to get a new phone and resign another 2 year contract. That's it. Those are my options. No phone or buy a new one. WITH WHAT FUCKING GODDAMN MONEY, FUCKWADS?!?!?!?!
To make matters worse, I never saved any of my numbers to the SIM card, I saved them to the phone. So, I have NOBODY'S number, so even if I HAD a phone, which I don't, I couldn't call anyone because I don't know anyone's number.

I give up, people. I really do. I can't take it anymore. Anyone have a pistol or something I can borrow. I'll give it right back, I promise.

To all Mommy's F-List:

Please tell our Mommy that we DO NOT like this...Whatever the hell is going on around the house lately!
There are boxes EVERYWHERE, and while normally I absolutely LOVE getting into boxes and hiding, this is completely different, because Mommy is putting all this crap into the boxes. It's reminding us a little of that time of year when Grandma and Grandpa come over and they make a huge meal and put up the stupid fake green tree looking thing that has all these dangly sparkly things hanging from it but then everyone gets in a tizzy when I knock one down and play with the shattered pieces. Only, there's no tree, and instead of putting things out, Mommy is putting things away, which is making me very distressed. What is she doing with all her things?
The worst thing about all this is the horrible noises coming from Mommy while she is playing with the boxes. I'm not kidding when I say every few seconds, there is a horrible "Achoo" sound and it is really scaring the dickens out of me and Winnie. Actually, I don't know if it's scaring Winnie as much as it is pissing her off. It's hard to tell. Everything pisses Winnie off, so why shouldn't Mommy putting things in boxes and making horrible noises piss Winnie off as well?
And I'm not gonna lie, Mommy has been very distraught lately. She has not been loving on me as much lately. She's busy with her boxes, and then she is tired and cranky after making those horrible noises all day.

Someone please tell our Mommy to STOP whatever she is doing, and that we just want to sleep in her lap while she plays on the computer or takes cat naps with us. We liked having Mommy around so much lately, especially since Daddy left, but we DO NOT like this new game that Mommy is playing. It is NO FUN AT ALL!!!!!!!

Thank you!
Meow and Catnip!
Winnie and the Kid

I just gave my notice to the Aquarium. I told them I was moving back home but I would stay on until November 15th, as a favor to them, so Michele and Nicole could go to the International Marine Animal Trainer Association conference, and not have to worry about who was looking after the sea otters. They didn't care. They probably will have a posting in the Aquarium and Zoo Association within a couple of hours.

( Aquarium RANT )

( EDIT- OMG, I'm so surprised! )

Meme:
Number your meme with how old you are.
Next to each number write something that people may not know about you
Pass it on...

( Gods I'm OLD! )

So, my fascination with Dr. Horrible is getting the better of me!
I have his goggles and a lab coat I'm going to transform into his red coat coming my way. I need black welding gloves, and my costume will be complete.

Don't know about Dr. Horrible?
Check it out! http://www.drhorrible.com/
You can watch it for free. It's AWESOME!!!!!!

So, I'm having my morning bagel and cigarette (give it a rest, I know I'm gonna die), and I saw THIS little guy on the door frame of the coffee shoppe. My initial thought? I didn't know tribbles were that small!
You guys DO know what a Tribble is, right?




Apparently, it's a Flannel Moth caterpillar. And apparently, a stinging one at that. THEN WHY DOES IT LOOK SO ADORABLE AND FUZZY?!?! Why would nature make something look so cute and have it be dangerous? Oh, wait. Dolphins. Moot point. Never mind.

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