I Wish You Couldn't Figure Me Out

"All I know is that you're so nice,
You're the nicest thing I've seen.
I wish that we could give it a go,
See if we could be something."



So, the other day, I had a marvelous dream, and I must share it:
(fuzzy flashback effects)
I was in a room with my friend Peter, just chatting about nonsensical items. When, his ex-girlfriend, who I had never met before, literally crawls into the room, and begins to speak to me. Just me. ( Now, just for the record, in actuality, Peter is gay, so literally everything about this dream is quite silly.) Peter's facial expressions turn to sadness, silently insinuating what would come of this. What was she trying to do?! Finally, Peter's ex girlfriend cuts to the chase, as blunt as can be, and asks me out. She wanted me to be her girlfriend! And, now, here's the catch: Peter's ex-girlfriend is a guinea pig. "Oh? Wow. I don't know. I've never dated a girl before...". Needless to say, I was a little unsure and shy to the idea of dating a woman...guinea pig. At which point, the nameless rodent pulls out a giant flow chart from SOMEWHERE (I have no idea where it came from), a chart bigger than she is, and begins to show and explain to me why I should date her and/or become bisexual. I think I gave in. A guinea pig was my first girlfriend.

Then I woke up. Thoughts? I think it means I should get a new pet for my room. FISHES. HAMSTER. Maybe even a guinea pig?! Squeak!

Anyway. That's about it. I've been reading more of "To Be Real"...learning about feminism and such! I'm going to buy more books on the topic written by the same and similar women; I think it's better for my brain than the pompous jerks I usually read and obsess over.

I went for a hike at Mt. Holyoke today with my sister. I need to purchase boots before I ever go hiking again. Not a good idea to climb a mountain in the snow in sneakers. My leg felt like it came out of the socket. Probably because I was dressed like I was in the hipster Olympics... Who knew. But, you know, I enjoyed nature, as I always do.





On a similar and equally exciting note, I found the Smith waterfall without trying. I am proud. The entire time that I was staring at it, I was wishing I had as much freedom as my bud Augusten Burroughs--enough freedom to jump into it. Does want.





Tomorrow I have many job apps to hand in and fill out. Amherst Books basically said I have a job with them for two weeks as a cashier for when all of the kiddies return back for school! Just need to hand in a resume. I wish I could work there permanently. Books always. Wah. Anyway. It's about 1:00am, which means it's time for me to watch instant netflix in my bed, by myself until I fall alseep. Yay.

I Can't Stop Listening to "Hot N Cold" (To Save My Life)

Simple, yet perfect example:
In the car with my sister, Elizabeth Ashley, and I was driving us to Northampton, probably going to Faces to purchase items. She mentions something that made us both kind of sad, so I grab my ipod, and explain that I have the perfect song for this moment.
(cue the words: "You change your mind...like a girl changes clothes..."--by the way, did you know that only girls change their clothes a lot?)

And Liz says, "So, really, you just never want to stop listening to this song. It's perfect for every occasion?"
(pause)
"Why, yes, you are correct."

I think this conversation took place directly after my freak out concerning my missing (STOLEN) man-eating-flowers pastel drawing. I'll post a picture in this blog in remembrance. Anyway, Liz and I were cleaning snow and ice off my car, and I had the ice scraper in my hand, and I started freaking out thinking about my missing drawing (which, in a rational thought process, I think was lost somewhere in the process of the move), and I said, "All I keep thinking about...is how happy I am that I took a picture of my man-eating-flowers...before it was STOLEN", at which point, I began to viciously scrape ice off my car...ice was flying all over the place. I am a large freak.



Everyone should expect mutiny if my drawing isn't returned promptly. I originally thought 3 PB cups would suffice for a reward, if anyone should decide to return him to me. However, I'm willing to give out up to 10 PB cups if someone does decide to come clean within the next week or so. Think about it.

Anyway. I'm all moved into my apartment. It's really pretty; my roommate has a lot of fancy furniture and decorations. It's been really nice being in Amherst again, and Liz has been teaching me how to cook a bit. But I mean, I have to start my life over; I have no friends in Amherst besides UMass friends...Bleh. I've been hanging out with Liz and Nicole a little bit (I ALMOST DIED). Smith is so beautiful! Also, applying for lots of jobs. I want to work at Herrel's. ICE CREAM ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS. I hope Nicole teaches me how to knit! I want to make scarves and socks for myself and others. Maybe for my kitten!

I didn't get very far with my Edie Kerouac book. (I should sell it to wannabe hipsters...tehehe.) She's a terrible writer; I really only liked the parts where she spoke of her childhood because she grew up in the 20s. Which, by the way, I just realized the other day, we get to live in. We'll be entering the 20s again SO SOON. Freaky. I hope it's good. Anyway, I thought I wanted to read about the Beat Generation and Allen Ginsberg and all of their pretentious friends and things...but, they're a bunch of jerks. I hate that I love jerks. So, yeah, I stopped reading the book last night. At which point, I decided to watch National Geographic because they were having a marathon of "In the Womb", and I learned about the gestation periods of kitties and puppies!

Going to a Movie Fort party tonight. We will enjoy lots of wholesome snacks. I will say "nom nom nom" for 4,000 minutes. Yes. This is a bad post. My brain feels all weird and sickies. Anyway.

I guess that's it. I will eat some pasta now and ponder hipsters and friendship some more. It will never get old.