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Improve your life Daymented filthlesson.

I hereby request that I now be referred to as Daymented Filthlesson.

Thank you.

Because I am such a good friend, I wanted to have Alexandra all caught up on ER, because she moved to Barcelona in February and hasn't been able to watch ER since then.
Alexandra is German and I try to explain things simply, although I sometimes wonder if I just confuse her more.
The following is a clip of the e-mail I sent her today:

On ER:
Carrie's partner/wife died fighting a fire, Carrie's son was taken away from her (because she's gay so it wasn't "really" her baby), in the end she gets an attorney and I *think* she wins the baby back, then the chinese chick comes back and her parents were in a bad accident in China - she is now caring for them in her home - then her mom dies - then her Dad starts abusing her and she shows up for work with a black eye. She and Pratt (black guy - she used to sleep with) go for a drive to take home a patient and a car gets mad at them and the patient in the back of Pratt's car flips off the guy (shows his middle finger) then the guy drives up and SHOOTS THEM and that was how the final episode ended. Also Susan goes on bed rest for her pragnancy so she wasn't in the last 5 or 6 shows (the actress was really pregnant) so I'm sure the new season will start with her & Chuck coming to the hospital to have her baby. Carter and that weirdly skinny chick he met from Africa got pregnant, so Carter sends Abby a letter that says they are over, then Carter and the weirdly skinny chick he met in Africa come to Chicago so they can be rich and the baby will be rich, then she finds out at 9 months that the baby is dead and they have to deliver the dead baby and it was very very sad. Abby finally finished her medical school and graduated and she is now a doctor and she is totally over Carter (good). Hot Croatian guy (forget his name) and Samantha (annoying young nurse with the son) are a good couple now - it was going very nice and I finally started to like her (when she went to Abby's graduation they straightened her hair and she wore a nice light blue coat and she looked really really pretty - I wish they always had her look like that) - then the loser father of her son shows up and ruins everything - he threatens whats-his-Croatian-face and says he is trying to save his "family" but Samantha hates this guy and he won't leave and her son is JUST SO HAPPY that his parents are back together and it gets all messy then Samantha realizes that this shithead is like stealing and doing drugs and other bad stuff and makes her son pack and she packs and she throws her shit in the car but her boy calls whats-his-Croatian-face and says "Help my Mom is leaving" and he shows up just as they are about to drive away and Samantha says "I won't let him take my son" and takes off and what's-his-Croatian-face is very sad. Michael (good-boy black guy) gets sent away to the war just as he and the indian chick were about to become romantic. Shitty fat racist annoying front desk clerk guy has a heart attack and you find out he's married and has a retarded daughter, then he gets better and he's back to being a shitty fat racist annoying front desk clerk. Oh the English chick with the giant head and curly hair that nobody cares about anymore - she is sleeping with both a surgeon and a... teacher? then finds out that the surgeon was married and now I just read somewhere that she's leaving the show so bye-bye. So now you are all caught up with ER.

A lot of it has gone over the past few days - I'm sorry. This occurred in the front bedroom of the lakehouse and I set the alarm for 8 am and it was very important that the alarm was set correctly, as Laura and I both depended on this alarm for different plans the next morning. It's a bit difficult tracking time at the lakehouse, as Michigan and Indiana are different time zones, and even though my Grandparents are in Michigan, they go by Indiana time. Basically, you can't trust any of the clocks in the house. So I was obviously worried about the alarm going off at 8 am Indiana time, and worried that I had set the clock for the correct time (it was unplugged when I got into the room).
I'm living in this very cool apartment. It's ghetto fabulous, in a funky harem type of way. Red and gold curtains along all the arched doorways, giant throw pillows tossed about, people everywhere in all forms of dress and undress. It's an orgy house. And I live there. With Sean's cousin Jason. I think all the others there are just regulars. There's lots of people there, and it's really well-lit, but it's the middle of the night/really early morning.
For some reason I'm outside looking in (even though this is where I live). I realize that there are a group of people - 10? 15? - dancing. In a clump, like the electric slide or macarena or whatever. This is STILL so vivid in my mind. They are in a big room with white couches and red and gold tapestry and shaggy white carpeting. Jason is front and center of the dancers, and they are doing this TOTALLY AWESOME dancing. Jason is wearing a white men's dress shirt, but it's quite thin and baggy, so it's kinda like a peasant's shirt. And tight maroon polyester 70's slacks with a sharp crease down the center of the legs. He's moving his hips and they are doing this really funky dance - almost like belly dancers in a group all facing the same direction. I have a huge grin on my face thinking "Oh that Jason" and then suddenly I see Jason and he's still wearing the shirt, but not the pants (or underwear, if you get my drift). Most people in this house are nekkid or half-nekkid anyway, so it's not shocking or anything. So I sit there for a bit and watch him and these dancers dance, and it's beautiful (again, if you get my drift). Then I go inside.
I'm lookin' for love. I'm walking through the house looking for a target. (I'm SO hungry for it that I now wonder if I was on some sort of drug[s]) In a back bedroom (all white) there's a couple asleep/lounged on this big bed, and one guy (Chris Klein, as seen in "Election", but much shorter for some reason) awake in the bed, and he's laying on his stomach and reaching forward to set something on the bedside table. I slide myself under him and wrap my arms around his neck, and while hanging on, I slide the rest of my body under his and wrap my legs around his legs. While kissing him.
He kisses back by forming his lips into a very small, tight "O" with his tongue darting quickly in and out of his mouth. And I realize at this moment that I've been with this guy before. I recognize him now by his kiss. And I don't want to be there, but I'm kinda stuck, ya know? I keep trying to kiss his lips but I can't get a hold of them because they're pursed so tightly. I'm very angry because I think this guy is ADORABLE and I just want to chew him up and I can't.
He says he needs to do something and hops out of bed. I'm thinking "well hopefully it will be 8 soon, and my alarm will get me out of this" and he climbs back on top of me.
And he's nekkid.
And it's on my leg.
And it's purple (I never saw it but somehow I knew this) and it's - ugh - slimy. Like a dog's. Really slimy. Not human at all. And I am GROSSED OUT.
At this moment, I have a flashback to Sean and I at the high school bleachers, and Sean's telling me that this guy is trouble - there's something about him that is fake and Sean thinks that he shouldn't be a .... regular at this house. In our group. Whatever it is that we have. I don't remember the wording exactly (I'm not even sure if there was exact dialogue in my flashback but that was the gist of the flashback).
Then beepbeepbeepbeep! beepbeepbeepbeep! I'm saved by the alarm.
I walk into what is my room (right next door) and turn off the alarm, grab my clothes, and head into the bathroom. As I'm taking a shower, I'm furious. I am SO ENAMORED with this guy and he sucks in the passion department, and I keep thinking, angrily, what a WASTE. He looks exactly as he did in Election (as far as the bowl haircut) and I keep thinking about how cute he is.
Then I'm dressed and in my room, and ready to go wherever it is that I'm going. And he walks into my room. With a gun pointed at me.
He tells me to give him anything of worth. He is rummaging through my purse and I say "I have a twenty!" and I'm very happy that I actually have a twenty to offer him, because usually I don't carry cash in my purse (this is funny because when I got to the lakehouse, I had a twenty in my purse from Jeff giving me money, and it was such a novelty having a twenty in my purse. Earlier that night Laura and I went out for ice cream sandwiches, and Grandma said "Do you need any money?" and I said "I have a twenty!" and here it is in my dream.)
He's grabbing the cheap jewelry off of my dresser, but he doesn't grab my camera (which I think is from Heather's car being broken into a few months ago, and they stole stuff, but left the digital camera on the dash). I'm terrified because I know I don't have enough of worth for him to steal.
He is angry and says some sort of threat right in my face while holding the gun sideways to my head - something about how he's going to kill me, or he'll be back to kill me, or how he can do this. I don't remember. He walks out of my bedroom door, and points the gun down, and shoots into the floor, and it very quietly goes "clink!" like it's just the sound of the chamber moving in the gun. Eerily quiet. And I see smoke coming up from the carpeting (the carperting here is brown shag). Then as he walks, he shoots twice, one per step - pointing down low to the floor and pulling the trigger "clink!" and the smoke rises from the hole. I completely understand why he's doing this. He's proving that he can shoot me and no one will hear it (it's around 8 am and the house is asleep), and also proving that there's bullets in the gun (the smoke coming up from that spot where he shot).
After he walks away, I collapse by the side of my bed, shaking. Then he is at my bedroom window and he points the gun at me again and walks on.
For some reason this really pisses me off and I run out of the house. It's gorgeous outside - it's a tree-lined street with birds chirping and bright sun and I yell something at him - I don't remember. There's a little kid and another person down the street. He sees me, points the gun at the kid, and shoots him. The kid is Haley Joel Osment. Yup.
I shriek and he shoots me, and I see the bullet coming toward me a la the Matrix. Then I open my eyes.
I'm looking at the wall by the bedroom door. It's splattered with dots of blood. The longer I stare, though, the blood fades away, then I'm just looking at the bedroom wall. It's white. I am completely awake now. It took about 5 seconds for the blood to fade.


As stated before, I had to look up Chris Klein online. The only movie I've ever seen him in was Election, and that was years ago. And I'm certain I hadn't (consciously) thought of him since then. I didn't think he was my type. It took me SO LONG to figure out who he was, but I knew I knew him.

Haley Joel Osment I knew right away.

And I can't wait to tell this to Jason.

And what's the deal with the Sean flashback at the high school bleachers?!?

Anyone care to decipher this dream?
(I was ovulating, if that helps.)

Man, I did an update last night and LiveJournal said something about my server getting updated, and the entry never showed up.
I look forward to being on my own website when I get home.

Tonight!

Presently at Dad's - went to the Shipshewana flea market this morning with Kay and purchased some fine, fine $5 sunglasses (Tommy Hiltoe, Ray-Bun, and Cucchi), and plan to head out to the shelter in a few minutes.
Last night Laura come up to the lakehouse after working a 12 hour shift at the hospital (she's in her jr. year of nursing school and working her butt off this summer). She tried her best, but fell asleep by ten.
I had the most bad ass dream this morning - it woke me up at 4:30 and I replayed it in my head OVER AND OVER for a half an hour before I could fall back asleep. I'm thankful for this, because I've been thinking about the dream quite a bit today. I'll have to write it all out (I think I'll have to put it on this site, because, it's rated R and a bit freaky). I will give you this: remember the dude that Tracy Flick competes against for class president in "Election"? I has to do with him. (it took me about twenty minutes to figure out who he was - I knew he was from a movie, but man, it took a long time to figure out it was him. Same short bowl haircut too) And a strange amount of drugs and guns and nudity. MAN that dream RULED. It was so exciting!
OH MAN! HERE HE IS!! Eeew that gives me the willies seeing his face after the dream.
(He SHOT me!)

Okay anyway, go have a nectarine. They are PERFECT right now. Go! Go!

So much for fourth fireworks. But I went to a lakehouse and made my Peanut Butter Hugs cookies for everyone, and it was humid and it poured rain. Still an enjoyable evening though.
I head up to see my Culver side of the family tomorrow. I'm trying to talk Kelly into visiting me while I'm there. That would be cool!

I miss Sean.

Oh hey Greg and Cyndi! I met the owners of the Kid Marshmallow factory tonight! They live in Ligonier, IN half the year and Vegas the other half. Cyndi remember we were in the car together when the Pepcon factory blew up? And it blew up the Marshmallow factory too? And we saw the mushroom cloud and it was some freaky shit?
Yeah.
Small world.
They got an offer they couldn't refuse to sell Kid Marshmallows in 1996, then another company bought that out, then Kraft bought that out. So they no longer have the factory, but they still live in their condo in Spanish Oaks every winter.


Back to life everywhere, I saw my Uncle Steve today, made Alexandra's Feta Pasta for tha party, tried on lots of Mom's old clothes, read some more of my book..... yup. It's a vacation.

Flew for almost six hours today - all the way to Detroit (wow! What an airport these days!), then looped back to Ft. Wayne, IN. I did get my Grandma's towel embroidered and organized all my leftover pieces (this is important). I also read Jane magazine and much more of "Women - An Intimate Geography", which I'm thoroughly enjoying.
So at least I had things to do to pass the time.

(Using Mom's keyboard makes me realize how "wrong" I type. She has one of those ergonomic split keyboards that have me crossing the center with the wrong hand....)

We may see a movie, we may help design a parade float (!!), we may shop for bras, we may do nothing but sit and read. All of the above sound good, really.

More later....
scd.

Keeerist.
I start working full-time and my livejournal updates disappear.
I'm here and Daymented is still kicking.
It's just that you have to go over there for everything.
You know the drill.

These are my struggles people.

Weekend Montage
(that, and I get gas)

Friends and Family

Hey! I realized that I can use LiveJournal for updates on my site. So I will!
The last entry:
Joe packs up to leave.

I actually live at daymented.com.