a slow day in getthejellytwat! land. like, ridiculously slow. assignments have destroyed any semblance i had. i can't wait for this semester to be over. my brain is telling me to give it a rest already...

i keep having these nightmares that i'm getting married to my ex. normally this wouldn't be a nightmare, but i'm classifying it as one because the whole idea of marriage is a frightening thing for me. i'd just rather avoid it.

anyways, about this 'night vision' or nightmare, as you would call it.

i'm getting married. the dress doesn't exist because i haven't dreamt of it yet. but i have to deal with his mother (who was really nice when i met her, but when she's planning a wedding is apparently godzilla. she tends to morph into this creature, not quite human but still talks like a gentle overbearing mother) since james (the ex) isn't in the city.

like, at all. i do believe he's in another province. much like he is in real life.

the deal is we're getting married over the phone, pretty much. it seems so weird to me, so i can't imagine what everyone else thinks.

it's fucking crazy, that's what it is.

anyhow, continuing on. there are some strange things going on, like how his brother no longer exists, but iinstead is a sister. overachiever was a boy, last time i saw him. i'm sure you can't just change that over a few months.

but throughout the whole dream i'm worried. like, distraught. and it's not because the groom is in another province, it's because i'm getting married.

halfway through the nightmare/dream i run away to vancouver (HA of course i would) to live in my friend's apartment with her 8billion pairs of overpriced shoes (although, thankfully i do believe we are the same size) and designer threads. this i won't complain about.

but james' mom comes and finds me and drags me home. my parents won't listen to me when i say i don't want to get married... no one listens to me in this nightmare.

it scares the shit out of me.

i've had this nightmare 3 times in the last week, including last night. like, for serious, why can't i have a good dream like, say, rpatz serenading me for reals at some dingy bar in van city, then sharing a few drinks? or why can't i dream about being whisked away on some strange publicity tour, filming my documentary WITH twilight, rather than about it? or what about a sweet ass night with drunken rob in my hotel room? i'll even settle for jackson. WHY CAN'T THAT HAPPEN?! instead i get to dream about james.

i'm going to start drinking before bed.

a slow day in getthejellytwat! land. like, ridiculously slow. assignments have destroyed any semblance i had. i can't wait for this semester to be over. my brain is telling me to give it a rest already...

i keep having these nightmares that i'm getting married to my ex. normally this wouldn't be a nightmare, but i'm classifying it as one because the whole idea of marriage is a frightening thing for me. i'd just rather avoid it.

anyways, about this 'night vision' or nightmare, as you would call it.

i'm getting married. the dress doesn't exist because i haven't dreamt of it yet. but i have to deal with his mother (who was really nice when i met her, but when she's planning a wedding is apparently godzilla. she tends to morph into this creature, not quite human but still talks like a gentle overbearing mother) since james (the ex) isn't in the city.

like, at all. i do believe he's in another province. much like he is in real life.

the deal is we're getting married over the phone, pretty much. it seems so weird to me, so i can't imagine what everyone else thinks.

it's fucking crazy, that's what it is.

anyhow, continuing on. there are some strange things going on, like how his brother no longer exists, but iinstead is a sister. overachiever was a boy, last time i saw him. i'm sure you can't just change that over a few months.

but throughout the whole dream i'm worried. like, distraught. and it's not because the groom is in another province, it's because i'm getting married.

halfway through the nightmare/dream i run away to vancouver (HA of course i would) to live in my friend's apartment with her 8billion pairs of overpriced shoes (although, thankfully i do believe we are the same size) and designer threads. this i won't complain about.

but james' mom comes and finds me and drags me home. my parents won't listen to me when i say i don't want to get married... no one listens to me in this nightmare.

it scares the shit out of me.

i've had this nightmare 3 times in the last week, including last night. like, for serious, why can't i have a good dream like, say, rpatz serenading me for reals at some dingy bar in van city, then sharing a few drinks? or why can't i dream about being whisked away on some strange publicity tour, filming my documentary WITH twilight, rather than about it? or what about a sweet ass night with drunken rob in my hotel room? i'll even settle for jackson. WHY CAN'T THAT HAPPEN?! instead i get to dream about james.

i'm going to start drinking before bed.