Uh oh!

Uh oh is right!

Until the day/night that my dream of the invention of the dream recorder comes true, I will now shift the energy of this blog to the deciphering of my dreams. Don't worry, I will still spew out equally interesting tales of being cursed and connected to dinosaurs, like my sad and lonely two other posts.

I will not only force people to read my blog, but I will also jam some nonsensical rem madness into their faces when I post what goes on in my mind while in dreamland.

I will accept donations in the form of your interpretations of my dream. By your, I mean the dozens of people who will become utterly enthralled in my new dream blog. I shall be a famous dream interpreter, and my one true dream will be within arms reach. Because by that point, I figure someone HAS to invent a dream recorder. It's already in the works, which is a step up from what I previously thought, infinite impossibility. See link below. If you gain no glimpse of hope for the future of your dreams, at least enjoy all the cute anime characters that are haunting this blog.


http://www.cartoonleap.com/2009/04/01/japan-scientists-develops-a-dream-recorder/

Or.....you could check out the original host site like I just did seconds ago, http://www.reuters.com/news/video?videoId=101243&videoChannel=1004

Am I just hyping you, you ask? Maybe...but if you can honestly tell me that when you witness a man murdering four teenagers outside of the wardrobe section of a production house, then throwing a giant crocodile in your friend's trunk to threaten you like a horse head in your bed isn't remotely intriguing, then I give up.

One could argue that I used to watch entirely too many episodes of Sopranos.
I, on the other hand, plead the freeload, much like my soulmate/wolfsister Heather. It could quite possibly just be the random change of scenery and sleeping situations that have my mind disturbed for life. Or could it?

http://freeloadersguidetothegalaxy.tumblr.com/

You be the jury, I will be the key witness. Help me, before the hit is ordered from some prison in Miami and it's too late.

I wish the zoo had dinosaurs

Texts from last night said something about, “Jurassic Park popping up in your life a lot recently?”

Yes.

Ugghhhh, I just want to be around dinosaurs. Not even joking, I have thoughts about them a lot. Them being dinosaurs. Just last night, I had a vision of a T-Rex walking down Spring Garden Street. Earlier this week, I was at the Academy of Natural Sciences, dropping off a DVD, when a woman spotted me out of everyone in the room and asked:

“You saw Jurassic Park?”
I nodded.
Then she said,
“What were those scary little dinosaurs called?” (While making her arms look like they were attached to her body at the wrist).
I said, “Velociraptors?”
She hugged me with her eyes, clenched her fists and said “THANK YOU!”

They’re not very little though; I just knew what she meant from her arm motions.
I’m thinking that I went down the wrong path in my life, and now I’m constantly being reminded of it, by dinosaurs.

On a lighter and higher note, I don’t believe in god, but I do believe in parking gods.

Thank you parking gods.

All of this may seem a bit scatter brained, because it is.

I was walking the other day, which I frequently do. I stopped at a red light and there at the light, Nacisha, the female god, approached me. She is not a parking god. She asked me if she could talk to me for a minute. I had the choice to be silent, or pretend like I didn’t speak English, which I’ve been known to do when approached by people who intimidate me. Nacisha didn’t intimidate me though.

So I thought, what the heck, I’ll read a passage from the bible. By the way, she held out a bible and asked me if I would read a passage. I said, “yes,” without consideration. I kept thinking, is this the moment when I will start believing in god? Because, it’s about time.

She was talking about how in the bible; god is referred to as a female on numerous accounts.

From that point on, I was kind of zoning out a bit, thinking about feminists and Ani Difranco. Then I got this overwhelming urge to hug the woman, but I held back. I just felt weird holding the bible, and I wanted to abort; so hugging her would have been a good option.

What did I do instead?

I got her digits. To be fair, she told me to take her number and call her when I wanted more information on the female god. I guess my discomfort of walking while reading the bible was apparent.

Oddly enough, it was the first of the two times I would touch a bible in two days. Have I held a bible before? Yes. Did I like it? No. The second time I will talk about at a later date.

So I left Nacisha, and continued on my way to see Jenny Lewis. Which brings me to the point of the above story:

I want to have the voice of an angel, like Nacisha, Jenny Lewis, and the woman who asked me about the dinosaurs. I want to be able to sing well, so badly, that I WILL believe in a female god.

This female god will be in the form of Sarahjane Pattwell. She is going to teach me how to harmonize. She was at the concert with me that night, when I realized what I had to do, and had to make her do.

Teach me to sing Sarahjane, I’m yours.

love,
julia

American Spirits

Oh Blogs.

Since I'm not one for concise thoughts and complete sentences, Ima blog from the heart. I vow to blog my streaming thoughts. I figure I will boost up my blogbase that way.

This, my first blog, is called American spirits because my friend Eric just told me he is going to go buy cigarettes (he smokes American Spirits) and then do work. I said I was going to buy cigarettes, then burn myself with them. Hence the title American Spirits. The good news is I was kidding about burning myself.

The bad news is I procrastinate daily, and this blog band wagon is probably not the best mode of transportation for my mind, if you catch my drift. Anywho, I eat bananas and procrastinate daily, so I'm combining somethings I do daily, with something that will cause me to do something I do daily, even more so.

To start and end this blogette (if you will) on a high note, I'm going to recount a story that happened to me when I was a Freshman in High School, although it has nothing to do with High School.

It was a day, the weather was overcast...I forget the season...but I was walking into club wawa, aka the friendly neighborhood wawa, except this wasn't my neighborhood. It was a cold and dark neighborhood, and I was cursed by an old woman. Before this day, I didn't even believe in curses, or black magic or evil. Now I do.

There was a woman coming out of the wa the same time I was going in. This woman had her angry eyes shut too tight to see that I was opening the door FOR her, and not cutting her off. I continued to hold the door open, and then finally she came through.

I wasn't expecting a thank you or anything, I just have this thing with holding doors, it makes me feel powerful, I'll hold a door for anyone, and if there is a line of people, I will wait there, shameless, holding that door, unless they are more than 20 steps away, that's too long.

So the woman didn't thank me, totally understandable since I thought she couldn't even see me. Just then she stops, turns to me while she pulls off her bright and colorful for lack of better words, bandanna doo-rag, and says to me, "I hope you look like this someday," while she points with her shaking pointer finger to her non-age related bald head.

If you have been cursed by this woman, or have any information on her whereabouts, please let me know. I think I have already been cursed by her, but I just want to know for sure.

Thanks,
Julia

Refereneces: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doo-rag

FYI: If you were wondering what the hybrid of a bandanna and a doo-rag, just pictures these two images together, cross your eyes, and viola.