Face palm

I had have an lot of awkward moments, but I prefer to call them random acts of clumsy stupidity.

For example, last night when I was dreaming I walking down a hallway and bumped into someone. I looked at them and said excuse me. In reality I rolled over in my bed and said excuse me to a wall. I was half sleep, but I clearly I was still acting insane.

Then today I got up from my laptop to get my ear buds because of courtesy reasons. I thought they were in the living room in my purse. I went in my purse and came back to the room I was with a cookie. How did that happen? I had to go back into the living room to find them and then realize I had them in my back pocket the whole time.
Ugh.


I recently even a few minutes ago I even forgot some of my stuff at my grandparent's house. I just wanted to get out of there so bad and then they are going to call me and tell me that I left something over there when I obviously know I left it because I don't have it.


I also trip on multiple objects in the floor, almost run into doorways, and bump into things. I should probably watch my surroundings. Surprisingly, I don't have countless bruises and sores everywhere or done forgot/lost something of high importance that I never found again.

Cleaning

Hey everyone.
Yesterday I helped cleaned up my brother's room AGAIN. We spent hours in there. Accordingly to my sister she said we spent about three hours cleaning.  I almost went insane trying to keep him to focus for five minutes. Every time we pulled a toy out he wanted to play with it. He played almost the whole time I was trying to get him to focus on organizing. Then, he insisted that he needed a break.

Um, excuse me but you have been having a break this whole time. Do you not understand?

I even tried a ton of different tactics to try and make cleaning and organizing fun. Ugh. Didn't work. I think he knows he is being difficult and he enjoys seeing me in a state of frustration.

 

Yeah, I been watching a lot of Supernanny reruns and America's Supernanny.

 

 

I probably did about 90% of work which is unbelievable and unacceptable. I honestly asked for it though. I volunteered to help him clean his room.

What was I thinking?

 

 

 



Dream #5: My dog can talk!

For those who don't know, I create dream journal post where I talk about my crazy dreams that I have at night. They are just a fun thing to do and share.

Here's the dream:

I sitting in my living room on the couch with my dog, Bandit. My sister and brother were sitting on the floor. I started rubbing Bandit's head and then he started talking. I looked back him and he said something like, "Can you get me my toy?" Something like that. I looked at my brother and sister and asked if they heard Bandit talk. They shook their head. Bandit said the same phrase and sounded just like my brother.

That's when I thought my sister and brother were playing a trick on me. I asked them if they heard him talk again. They looked serious and said no with a straight face which means it was true. I started freaking out, but I didn't get off of the couch. I sat there, but was terrified out of my mind.

I thought I went crazy. I truly gone insane. My sister and brother just stared while I was freaking out. Then, I woke up.  

Music!

Yeah, I love it. Who doesn't?

I finally got around to putting a playlist on my blog like I promised last month or was it the month before that. So Happy early birthday.

Anyway, back on topic. Music is awesome. I can't explain it. I been pondering over what to say about music for like thirty minutes now. Music is indescribable in an emotional way, but the technical and logical reasons are just definitions. They don't cover how addictive and inspirational music has become.

My favorite author, Amanda Hocking, sometimes makes a playlist to accomplish her books. It helps her imagine the character's mood and how they feel. Music sets the scene for the characters to interact with each other.

Music is art and sometimes art just doesn't make sense, but other people understand it. you just have to find what speaks to you. It sounds cheesy, but music is magic.

I don't really have a favorite song though. I can never decide. Share your favorite songs in the comments. Bye everyone see you in the next post.

TIRED....



 

Last night, I could not go to sleep. My brain literally would not SHUT UP!
I literally kept telling myself "go to sleep". And my brain just doesn't like to listen to me. Seriously, I don't know what is that makes me not able to go to sleep. I'm not an insomniac. I'm not eating or drinking caffeine. I'm just this normal person trying to get some sleep. When I hit the pillow I except to fall asleep in a reasonable amount of time.

 

When I don't want to go sleep I am constantly almost falling over trying to stay up. I look like a zombie. A zombie. Then, I finally do go to sleep I wake up and have to pee. It is like my body is trying to make me annoyed. Then after I go to the bathroom. I have to start the process over again. The toss and turning. Trying to get my brain to shut up. Everything. 

 

Then I finally go to sleep again. Then, my natural body alarm clock likes to wake me up at six instead for my actually alarm clock to wake me up at 6:30.

 

Then I try to hurry up and try to catch some z's before my alarm clock goes off and it really is time to get up.

 

I don't know what else to say because I am still a little tired right now. I guess you could call this a rant, but I'm just speaking my mind.

 

Bye everyone. Thanks for  See you in the next post.

I think I am too determined...