Saren: “I don’t know, I think he was looking at you, Bekah. He was thinking, ‘Whose that lovely lady in yellow?’”
Me: “I’ll kill ‘im.”
Saren: “Look at that cloud!” (Does Saren ever STOP looking at clouds when they’re ANYWHERE in sight!?)
Me: “YOU look at it!”
Am I good-tempered person? I’m not so sure…
More of my Un-Romance:
My manager reminded me on, Tuesday, I think, that she still loves me as a daughter, and that her son will be going on a mission. I said, “I guess I’ll have to wait then.” And she told me to call her in two years, and I was like, “Okay, Lady, I really have no idea where this joke is coming from or why you started it, but it’s rather bizarre.” But if what my Spanish teacher says is true, a lot of Hispanics tend to have a sense of humor where they like to tease you about being related: a mother, sister, brother-in-law, etc. Which isn’t too shocking, I guess we do that too sometimes like, “Hey, you could marry my brother and become my sister!” I don’t know. Weird joke.
The Nights Analysis
Dream #2: Saren was driving to my house, and we drove into our garage, which was a miraculous size that allowed three cars to park in it instead of just two. We were talking about Costa Rica, and I don’t remember what we said, but I was telling her how wonderful it was, and then I must have woken up, or dream drastically altered because it became this commercial for some kindof new DVD and they used Tinkerbell for the advertisement, floating around in the air and viewing different multi-colored screens of those movies she’s in. I was like… that’s whacked out. And then I realized—oh! They’re using Tinkerbell to show that you can take this stupid dvd player wherever you go and it doesn’t depend on what’s happening around you! (I think it was like an ipod type of player thing).
Dream #2 Analysis: I seem to miss Costa Rica quite a bit. Not that I regret coming back at all, but… I loved the jungle and the people and my family’s okay too. :P I am completely polluted by commercials enough that I have DREAMS about commercials. I think this is also because of that confusing Tinkerbell ad in the mall that I kept seeing. It was for the environment. The ENVIRONMENT. Seriously? It looked like a poster for one of her movies, I read the words and the picture and was utterly confused.
Perhaps it is my subconscious desire to become a graphic artist or commercial script writer. (Snort). Yeah right! I’m subconscious mind you!
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