And of course, the weirdest bit that I didn't tell anyone else about? In the dream my grandad was Henry Jones Sr. Not Sean Connery but Daddy Jones specifically. I haven't seen that movie in ages, what the fuck?!
So that was part one. Part two was that my cat revealed himself to be a velociraptor in dsiguise. Where am I pulling this bizarre supposition from? Well he figured out, in the space of about thirty minutes, how to open all the doors in my room. This is Yuki, the one I couldn't take a picture of, the one you did see, Neko, is a sweetie boy, but as dumb as a rock. Yuki, however, is scary smart. I had to keep him in my room because my dad was spraying insecticide and didn't want the cats getting into it. Neko went to sleep but Yuki went stir-crazy and kept yowling and pawing at doors. I have two doors in my room, a regular one and a sliding door. He first figured out how to open the sliding door by pushing his paws against it in the opposite direction. I grabbed him back in and tried to block the door, so he tried the other one. He figured that one out by slipping his paws under the gap between the door and the floor and pulling, because the door was loose and he could pull it open. Little fucking raptor.
Moving on, today my mother helped me pick out internship clothes. Why was this necessary? Explanation time: The only footwear I own is flip-flops and dirty sneakers. My mode of dress could best be described as "fifteen-year-old hobo chic" and I think "workplace attire" means jeans without holes in them. To be fair, I've only ever worked in childcare, where clothing means nothing and OWL TV at school, where I frequently came to work without shoes on. But now this is for real, and I have to dress like a grown-up, which is slightly horrifying. So my mother had to help me as I am intensely fashion-deficient. My family keeps threatening to enter me in that show What Not to Wear. Here are the results, revel in the terror that is...Business Cynic!
The reason I look so pissed off is because my brother kept fucking with me instead of just taking the damn picture >.<
...um, what else? I've been feeling kinda depressed, possibly because a good chunk of my friends graduated or left and I won't be seeing them for a long time or ever again, which is a pretty huge bummer. Also that which is Sugary Cynic's Insecurity-O-Matic has recently been driven into overtime as I question everything I've ever done or believed in and feel like I am a waste of life. It happens every now and again and usually I can quash it down with false confidence or delicious irony but sometimes I just can't and I wonder why I do anything, like write this thing. why do you even read this? I'm not that funny, I'm not that good writer, I just spew my bullshit or whatever. I dunno, I should be ok just doing this because I enjoy doing it but this tiny, screaming part of me demands validation from others. It's fucking annoying.
Ok, that was way more personal than I intended it to be but what the hell, I'm leaving it in (tomorrow morning I might regret it) I've been singing Mad World and Solitary Man with my dad which is nice because normally when I come home we clash something awful but we seem to be getting along ok for now, which is a nice new precedent. (The wine helps). This post has degenerated into babble so I'm going to cut my losses and just stop and post. See you tomorrow for what I'm sure will be apologetic embarrassment. :D This is Sugary Cynic saying "It's all that you can't leave behind" 'Night!
"I know it aches and your heart it breaks, you can only take so much" -U2, "Walk On"