I always think of like a million things I think would be awesome to blog about, but generally those thoughts occur when I'm either laying in bed and too lazy to get my lappy or when I'm driving or doing something else that's not very conducive to blogging... and by the time I can blog have forgotten what it was that I was positive would make the worlds greatest blog.  Right now it one of those times. I have the memory of a goldfish.  So I'll most likely have to settle for writing a mediocre blog for now.

I've come to the conclusion that the inside of my head is maybe filled with more crazy than I'd like to admit... and when I sleep it magnifies like 100 fold.  I basically have three types of dreams: those that are so scary that I have to force myself to wake up and then generally lay in bed too scared to move for fear that maybe whatever I was dreaming about wasn't actually a dream and I'm about to meet my horrible demise, those that are so vividly real that I don't really remember them being dreams and will at some point in the next few days realize that whatever situation it was didn't actually occur (this has led to many days where I spend half the day furious with my mother for something she didn't do and once a conversation with a friend where she was venting about some dude being a creeper and I told her that she probably shouldn't have slept with him then, only to have her look at me like I was absolutely nuts (as she had not slept with said creeper)... also, there are certain events in my life that I still am not completely sure if occurred or not(nothing big)), and lastly, the dreams that are just plain bizarre.  The following fits into the last category... and a little into the first... but mostly the last:

So, the other night I had this dream that once I woke up couldn't do anything but laugh at what a weirdo I am, but I also think it kinda rules.  I was hanging out with Demi Lovato and we were swimming in the ocean off of Australia.  There are so many things about that alone that are absolutely ridiculous, but I digress... anyway, all of a sudden this big wave starts coming right at us, like huge big, like one of those waves that are the size of tall buildings.  We figure out that if we swim to the other side of what I can only assume was some sort of weird breaker (although it was perpendicular to the direction of the waves so in reality I think that would make a really shitty breaker) we'll be ok.  That's what we do.  Safe.  Whew, that was close.  But then we realize that we're probably still going to get hit with rough waters, so we swim toward land opposite of where we are.  On the way I turn to Demi twice to say something only to see a great white about to attack from below (I don't know if it was the same one both times, but it probably doesn't really matter).  What do I do? I make damn sure I look as much NOT like a seal as possible, duh!  I'm not quite sure how that works, but I think it had something to do with making sure the shark could clearly see my appendages and that they were not those of a yummy seal.  It worked.  I'm assuming this has something to do with the articles I've read that say that sharks don't really like the taste of people and generally only take one bite thinking its something more delicious, but being a giant shark that can be enough to do some major damage and/or death.  The rest of the dream isn't too memorable, nor is it important.  We thrice avoided death... and in situations that I doubt I would handle so well in real life.  And by doubt I mean would not at all.  Like I previously have mentioned, I don't like the ocean for fear of the sharks and their eating of me... that and touching fish.  I also am horrified of drowning.  Basically, I'm kind of a big pussy.  I think the only reason this whole thing didn't leave me horrified upon returning to waking life is that I'm like 99% sure that I don't have to worry about giant waves or shark attacks in my room.

I also want to post this picture because it was the only thing about my morning that didn't fill me with rage:

The rest of the van was covered with a bunch more of those purple dragon decals.  And my favorite part is that somewhere out there the are at least 2 more of these so called "dragon wagons."  Thank God!

For the sleepless this is my reply

Here's a little update on what I've been doing:

I was supposed to work on a movie at the end of this month, but things fell through... kinda freaked for like half a second cause while movies generally pay lower day rates, they're guaranteed work for at least a month or so, which is always nice.  Anyway, like I said, only freaked for half a sec... then picked up work on a Missouri Lottery commercial being directed by Andy Richter.  I'm not gonna lie, that kinda rules!  I've been working on that here and there for the last week and it shoots this week... I'm assuming that after this week Andy and I will be the best of friends... obvs cause we're both hilarious. It makes sense.  Then I go straight into another commercial... I can't remember who it's for, some shitty, cheap beer.  Doesn't matter really, it'll pay well and keep me busy for a minute.  Hopefully something else will come up by the end of that.  I've come to realize that while it always seems like it'll be fun to sit around and do nothing, I get stir crazy really fast... don't get me wrong, if I had enough money to not work for the rest of my life I'd be stoked, but I'd also have money to keep myself busy doing other things.  Which brings me to the other things I've been doing...

Between the end of tour and now I've only picked up a couple jobs, which has left me with a lot of free time... and yes, I've been going a little crazy.  Even more so since Misty moved out, leaving me with no one to talk to most of the time except the dogs (I refuse to leave the house because(except Julie) I pretty much hate everyone in KC).  Don't worry, I actually get out most days, I just don't go out drinking or whatever else it is that social people do (last I checked, in KC it's only drinking).  And I actually feel a lot better for staying away from all of that... 

Ok, got of on a slight tangent... what's new.  Anywho, in all of my staying in I've been keeping myself busy with 'old lady' stuff.  Basically, I've been doing a lot of baking, knitting, sewing, etc...  I've pretty much rearranged/cleaned the crap out of every room in my house.  It's almost cute!  And I've been finishing up all of my knitting projects.  Rad scarf finished, pirate sweater (for my nephew) almost there!  I'm not allowed to start anything new until they're all finished... and I accidentally bought some new yarn the other day, so I'm really pushing myself.  As you can see from my last post I've been making cupcakes.  I've been trying to perfect some recipes and I think it's going well.  I think my carrot and pumpkin cupcakes are pretty much there.  And I've been working on one in my head all night that I think is going to be pretty awesome.  I've kind of joked in the past about opening a cupcake store, but in all of my 'trying to figure out what the hell I want to do with my life' I've never really been able to put my finger on what it really is that could keep my attention for a long period of time(don't get me wrong, I really love what I do now, but I'm assuming at some point I'm going to get tired of it, maybe not)... but the more I think about it, I really love baking.  And I enjoy peoples' responses to my baked goods.  I mean, we all know I'm super self-absorbed, but it's a different kind of feeling.  So, I'm giving it more realistic thoughts... who knows, in two weeks I may have moved back onto any of my other crazy ideas, but I'm really trying to put together some realistic, longer term plans and I think I may actually try to pursue this one... but it'll still be a while, assuming someone doesn't randomly throw a large amount of money at me (it hasn't happen thus far, so I'm not banking on it).

Also, as far as future planning goes, I'm making some slight tweaks to my moving plans.  As it stands right now, I'm giving myself a move date of March... sooner if my situation allows, but no later... that's more than enough time to get enough money together to move comfortably (barring any more emergencies).  And I'm not sure of exact location just yet, but somewhere between Northern Orange County and San Diego... If things continue to go well I should be making a trip out to SD semi-soonish and I'm sure I'll be in the OC area to visit the former rommie, so I'll be checking things out then.  Those locations seem to fit me better than the other places I've "almost" moved to in recent times.  I feel like I've really been able to get my head on a little straighter in the last few months and I'm ready to start doing things 100% for myself and not let other people slip in there and screw me up (that probably comes off worse than I mean for it to, but I'm having trouble finding the words to properly express myself).

I think that's all I'll get into right now... there's other stuff going on, but it's not for blogging at this time.

Look what I made!

Yummy cupcakes!!!

Pumpkin with cream cheese icing
And smores brownie cupcakes... they even have a graham cracker crust at the bottom!  I've decided to start baking more again, so I'll be taking requests... and probably gaining like 900 lbs.

Putting it out there

Dear Lost,

You have sucked out my soul.  In its place you've left anger and frustration.  All I really want to know is what the goddamn smoke monster is!  The next time someone asks about it and the response is "I don't know" I'm probably going to burst into a horrible rage blackout and throw my TV out of the front window.  The same applies if anything every happens to my dear Desmond Hume(i.e. the greatest character in the history of EVER)... but in the second scenario I'll also stop watching forever and ever and kill anyone who has ever written for the show... just sayin.  That being said I love you.

My heart belongs to you,

Joyce

P.S. Obviously there are like ten million other questions I would like answered eventually, but they're less pressing.

good talk

all smiles and giggles

i like

that's all

Rock on young savior, don't give up your hope

I'm really excited about the possibility of something... but I don't want to talk about it too much right now cause I don't want to jinx it.  That's a great thing to blog about, right?  Oh well, its my blog, I can do what I want.  But either way it works out I'm pretty stoked.

I will talk about how obsessed I am with the Genius playlist button on iTunes... I didn't really get it at first, but now its on!  When I read about it it sounded like a good idea, but then I turned it on and saw the thing on the side that told me what other songs I should buy and thought that was it and wasn't overly impressed... thanks for trying to make me spend more money I guess.  But a few days ago I finally found the little button at the top that actually makes a playlist from your library(which is what I thought it was initially)... LOVE IT!!!! Generally I don't really know what I want to listen to and don't feel like going through my entire library trying to figure it out, or I don't want to listen to only one artist but don't feel like making a playlist and shuffle is just too random, so I just listen to the same things I always do.  I'm way into the idea of picking one song that speaks to my mood and then letting the iTunes gods do the rest!  And gods they are cause I have yet to be disappointed with what they choose... I guess that's why it's called the Genius button.   I love finding stuff I forgot I had!!! Also, I love some really shitty music, buts its sooo good and I can't help it!  We won't talk about any of the bands I'm referring to, but I take solace knowing that I have at least one friend for each of my guilty pleasures that would agree with my secret loves (primarily Misty and Jessica, but lets not get into specifics).  

On a less awesome note, I don't sleep anymore.  Or at least not before 6 am or so.  I think when Misty moved out she left her insomnia.  Don't like!  Maybe I'm just stressed about things, that should fix itself within the next week or so though, so I'm hoping its that and then I'll be back to normal-ish. 

My photo blogs have been lacking

So here are a few from the last few weeks... my friends rule!  And I miss them horribly!  These aren't in chronological order...

Matt came to help Misty move to LA:

And bought us shots of Jager, I will forever hate him for that.

I forgot how much exactly I missed him until he was here... I haven't laughed that much or had such fantastic dance parties since our tour ended.

I don't think I'll ever be able to explain this photo, but know it had something to do with lasers and probably explosions... no joke.

Misty and I decided to go out and do it up "old school" one night... by the end of the night I lost the ability to speak.  Like inside my head I realized that it wasn't going to work and didn't even try.  And I puked in the front yard... and probably the bathroom (not 100% sure).  Mission accomplished.  Misty has been involved in of 95% of the bad decisions I've made in my life (and vice versa), this one I blame all on her.  Oh, and I got quite possibly the most amazing fuck you/blow off from an ex ever that night... I probably would have high-fived him had it not been directed at me.

Britton came up for a couple days (to see Beth):
Misty told us to "do something awesome."  This picture almost was super lame, but I think we saved it at the last second. 

Beth is a creeper to the max(coming soon to a background near you)!  And I bore of things...

   
But I still love her... kinda?

This has nothing to do with anything, but I walked into my room the other day and found that I had the saddest puppies in the whole world... I almost felt bad until I remembered that they're neither abused nor neglected as they would lead you to believe. 

And last, Misty and I made Sparks floats.  It's probably one of the better ideas I've had.  I mean, if you like delicious things.  And yes, I drank it with my dolphin straw!

I'd punch a shark in the face...

... for my dogs!  I actually might prefer it to the grand I just dropped getting the bladder stones flushed out of Wrigley's peeps... but then again, I'd probably have to drop that much getting them all fixed back up.  But at least I'd get the satisfaction of saying I got to punch a shark.  And that's probably the only way that'd go down since one of the reasons I don't like being in open water is fear of shark attacks... it's most of the reason I almost had a heart attack when our kayak flipped in Hawaii.

Read this story!

It also reminds me of the time Jim almost punched a bird that attacked us in Baltimore... now is not the time for that story though, but know it was awesome!