I miss the dream journal I used to keep. I'd write in it almost every morning after waking up, and I had it in a separate (non-blog) part of the site, too. I don't remember exactly how, when or why I stopped keeping it... but I do know that I can't remember my dreams as well now that I'm out of habit. Anyway, since I no longer have the separate journal, you're advised to skip the next couple paragraphs if you're not interested in the bizarre workings of my subconscious mind:

I was in an art contest that involved decorating the inset of an old grandfather clock, beneath the clock face at the top. I was responsible for decorating half, and the other half was being worked on by a team of two people (actually one guy, and his assistant who was doing nothing useful). I had a box full of supplies to decorate the clock, but at first only had two colors of papers/fabric to use: pink and blue. I was trying to paste the pre-cut squares into the clock, but was getting frustrated because the glue was too slippery and the squares wouldn't stay where I wanted them to. The other team was going to be putting in an image of the Virgin Mary on their half, but they left and didn't return.

As I kept working and searching in my supplies, I was finding more colors, patterns and textures to use. There were even some thin plastic and glass panes that I could easily snap apart. I also discovered that the project went much easier when I applied the glue directly onto the clock and put the materials on top of it, instead of doing the back of each square. I had so much stuff that soon, I'd covered the entire inset instead of just my half. I'd also put in (without noticing) an upside-down cardboard box that I was going to decorate to look like a building with lots of windows. For each of the "windows," I'd use pictures of people's faces.

Okay, more than enough about that... I have plenty of stuff to write about, but possibly not enough interest in writing it all now. In the meantime: I was at Starbucks last night, and saw/heard the most annoying high school girl totally get her ass handed to her by the cashier. The girl ordered some weird-sounding drink I'd never heard of (a strawberry mocha water?) and the cashier said, "Oh, that's a popular one lately." (Seriously? Because it sounds disgusting.)

The girl went on to brag about how her brother had invented this drink because he'd been trying to find "the absolute cheapest thing" that he could order. (I guess he's never heard of tap water, or making your own coffee at home. Also, way to just admit that your brother is a cheap-ass.) Long story short, the cashier gently pointed out the unlikeliness that the brother had "invented" this drink and the girl got all pouty and said "WELL, WHATEVER." I was sitting near the cash register, and trying so hard not to laugh. Is it weird that I'm happy to be much closer to 30 than I am to 13?

Since my Zune has to charge a bit more before I can get on to my punishment exercise on the treadmill, I guess I don't have a good reason to not keep writing. Speaking of how old I am, I celebrated my 27th birthday a week and a half ago, and what a celebration it was. EC came on a surprise* visit after telling me she couldn't be here this year, and it totally blew my mind. Like, I seriously didn't recognize her for half a second because it was so unexpected.

*It was a surprise to me; apparently, everybody else in the Bay area knew about it. Thanks, guys!

As it always is when we're together, there was much fun in shopping, eating, and just hanging out. No joke, I gained 2 pounds in the five days she was here, and no wonder: we had Chili's, Panera, and Uno's, and the hugemongous meal I put together for a dinner party the night before she left. Fun times, except for when it all had to end. Boo to Arizona for repeatedly taking my best friend away from me.

With my job turning full time in a couple weeks, if not earlier, I've just been trying to get in some good fun and relaxation before then. I got an amazing massage on Friday, and have even more beauty products to obsess over thanks to LS (Lush stuff) and JH (Bath and Body Works giftcard). The only thing about B&BW is that it's hard for me to find stuff there that I don't already have; but I went there on Friday, and managed it. For instance, this amazing new buttered rum-flavored lip gloss that I may end up drinking instead of wearing. Yum.

In continuing my movie streak, my mom and I saw "The Stepfather" on Friday. It wasn't awful, but it wasn't as scary (or as bloody) as I remember the original being. Dylan Walsh was pretty good, and inappropriately attractive, as the evil stepdad, but almost everyone else was so annoying. I'm no fan of Sela Ward, and her character was a complete idiot; Penn Badgley (never heard of him, and I think I'd remember a ridiculous name like that) was just okay; and the needy blond girlfriend never wore pants, which was distracting in a bad way. My verdict: they totally failed to match the awesomeness of the original. But don't most movies? I can't wait to rip apart the remake of "Nightmare on Elm Street" in April.

All right, that's enough. This is generally where I'd promise that I won't let almost a month go by before I blog again, but I very well might let that happen, so, yeah.