Well I got back to Windsor on Monday from a weekend in Toronto. It was a lot of fun! The 4 hours drive to Toronto went by pretty fast, but I had to pee for most of it, since there was no service stations between Tilbury and Kitchener. Got the grand tour of Brian's clinic, very cool and artsy looking. Then we went to his place, met his parents and one of the cutest dogs I've ever seen in my life - Sebastian - 1/2 Jack Russel, 1/2 Weiner dog... then we went to the Rose and Crown and had dinner and hours of drinking with his friends. Kat and Jenny came on the Saturday night, which was nice, got to catch up with then, since I hadn't seen them in forever. Got back to Brian's place around 2:30am.
Woke up at 8am, hangovers suck. Watched some tv, then decided to walk to Bryden's (i think that's how you spell it, but I'm probably wrong) and had lunch and watched some baseball. Then walked back to Brian's to hang out until dinner/karaoke, I fell asleep on the couch. The Jays won though :)
Sunday night, had dinner, made some new friends, got to catch up with Ebbie and Ange, Brian got really drunk, was actually kind of funny :) Monday I went out for coffee with my pagan friend Sam before driving back to Windsor. Was a great weekend all in all.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Dream #3
So I had a dream last night about a friend of a friend I have never met in person, just online and through pictures.
I dreamt that I went to Toronto for some reason and I checked with all the rest of the friends I have from that area and Brian was the only one who said I could crash at their place while I was in the area. He ended up giving me the grand tour of Toronto and we hung out and watched movies and started to actually become real life friends instead of just online friends. Only he's really flirty and we ended up fooling around, and I ended up falling for him, trying not to, but it happened anyways. I was only supposed to be there for a week, but ended up finding a job and an apartment and moving up there. We kept fooling around and I don't think he knew I was falling for him.
I found out later that his family was loaded and they hadn't told him, but he was being forced into an arranged marriage to someone he didn't even know or like, and so I ended up hanging out and helping him with his side of the wedding since he couldn't get out of it. We got to be really good friends, and I ended up helping set up the wedding, but on the rehearsal dinner night the parents said I was un-invited, apparently they thought that he had feelings for me too, and didn't want me to interfere with the wedding day going off without a hitch, and ended up trying to pay me off to not go. For the next 2 or 3 days I couldn't get ahold of him at all, cellphone, email, even at his work, it seemed like he was ignoring me entirely. I got a bit depressed but decided to show up at the wedding anyway.
I got there and they had security working the gates to get in, so I went around back and dressed like a server for the reception, and got into the building, but I couldn't get to see him since he was in a room with the security guards outside. I missed him going into the wedding area, and he ended up getting married to the girl. Since I was already dressed like a server, they forced me into the reception hall and I got forced to serve at the reception, I started crying and tried to get away discreetly, but he saw me and excused himself to go to the bathrooms and found me. He asked what was wrong. I said nothing, and tried to walk away to save face, but he grabbed my arms and asked me again, I looked at him and said "I couldn't stand to watch him married to the girl he didn't know or love and then because I tried to get in to see him by dressing like a server, got stuck actually serving at the wedding of the guy I'm in love with." Then slapped my hand over my mouth and turned away, and started stammering corrections, "I mean... one of my good friends... Uh... a guy I know isn't going to be happy..." But he turned me around and hugged me to his chest and said "I know, I love you too, but there's nothing I can do now, my parents expect me to follow through with this marriage because it is good for business and I can't disappoint them." I kind of just pushed him away and starred at him, then said "Wait. You actually have feelings for me too, but you would rather marry some know-nothing blonde bimbo who your parents picked out for you, rather than be happy with someone you love?! Who does that?! This is the 21st century, you can make your own decisions, mommy and daddy be damned!" and then stormed out of the hall throwing my waitress outfit on the ground and pulling my hair out of the clip and leaving the door open as I walked out of the building.
I woke up after this, but I'd like to think that he went back into the hall realized I was right, got an annulment and then came to find me later and ask me to be with him... end with kiss and fade to end credits. It did seem more like a dream than real life, but it was kinda nice.
I dreamt that I went to Toronto for some reason and I checked with all the rest of the friends I have from that area and Brian was the only one who said I could crash at their place while I was in the area. He ended up giving me the grand tour of Toronto and we hung out and watched movies and started to actually become real life friends instead of just online friends. Only he's really flirty and we ended up fooling around, and I ended up falling for him, trying not to, but it happened anyways. I was only supposed to be there for a week, but ended up finding a job and an apartment and moving up there. We kept fooling around and I don't think he knew I was falling for him.
I found out later that his family was loaded and they hadn't told him, but he was being forced into an arranged marriage to someone he didn't even know or like, and so I ended up hanging out and helping him with his side of the wedding since he couldn't get out of it. We got to be really good friends, and I ended up helping set up the wedding, but on the rehearsal dinner night the parents said I was un-invited, apparently they thought that he had feelings for me too, and didn't want me to interfere with the wedding day going off without a hitch, and ended up trying to pay me off to not go. For the next 2 or 3 days I couldn't get ahold of him at all, cellphone, email, even at his work, it seemed like he was ignoring me entirely. I got a bit depressed but decided to show up at the wedding anyway.
I got there and they had security working the gates to get in, so I went around back and dressed like a server for the reception, and got into the building, but I couldn't get to see him since he was in a room with the security guards outside. I missed him going into the wedding area, and he ended up getting married to the girl. Since I was already dressed like a server, they forced me into the reception hall and I got forced to serve at the reception, I started crying and tried to get away discreetly, but he saw me and excused himself to go to the bathrooms and found me. He asked what was wrong. I said nothing, and tried to walk away to save face, but he grabbed my arms and asked me again, I looked at him and said "I couldn't stand to watch him married to the girl he didn't know or love and then because I tried to get in to see him by dressing like a server, got stuck actually serving at the wedding of the guy I'm in love with." Then slapped my hand over my mouth and turned away, and started stammering corrections, "I mean... one of my good friends... Uh... a guy I know isn't going to be happy..." But he turned me around and hugged me to his chest and said "I know, I love you too, but there's nothing I can do now, my parents expect me to follow through with this marriage because it is good for business and I can't disappoint them." I kind of just pushed him away and starred at him, then said "Wait. You actually have feelings for me too, but you would rather marry some know-nothing blonde bimbo who your parents picked out for you, rather than be happy with someone you love?! Who does that?! This is the 21st century, you can make your own decisions, mommy and daddy be damned!" and then stormed out of the hall throwing my waitress outfit on the ground and pulling my hair out of the clip and leaving the door open as I walked out of the building.
I woke up after this, but I'd like to think that he went back into the hall realized I was right, got an annulment and then came to find me later and ask me to be with him... end with kiss and fade to end credits. It did seem more like a dream than real life, but it was kinda nice.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Crazy Dream #2 - Feb 24-25 night
So I had another weird dream last night:
I was up visiting my brother in Port Elgin, and it was the end of August, so I took a couple weeks and stopped at the major festivals and harvest fairs along the way back to Windsor, and I had a really good time, ate lots of fresh veggies and fruits. Eventually I got back to the Leamington/Wheatley area and I was riding the hayride wagon, and someone came up behind me and started smelling my hair. I freaked out a bit, and then realized it was my ex-boyfriend, Chris. So I gave him a weird look and then crossed the gate/joining thing into the other cart and found 2 of my mutual friends (with Chris) Meaghan and Matt and talked to them for a bit, then my other mutual friend/sorority sister, Angie was helping Chris come over to this cart too, so he sat down with me again and started to rub my arm and play with my hand. I gave Matt a weird look and he just kind of laughed and explained that it was his first time getting high and he was having weird reactions, like being really touchy-feely.
I was just starting to get used to it and kinda liking it, when I remembered that I was supposed to me meeting Steve here, and told Chris to get off of me, and then he literally tried to crawl all over me, and Steve came along and saw him on me, and I saw Steve, but couldn't get off to explain and Steve walked away all upset, and I was really upset, trying to get to Steve and I got the distinct feeling that it just ruined things with him.
And then I woke up.
I was up visiting my brother in Port Elgin, and it was the end of August, so I took a couple weeks and stopped at the major festivals and harvest fairs along the way back to Windsor, and I had a really good time, ate lots of fresh veggies and fruits. Eventually I got back to the Leamington/Wheatley area and I was riding the hayride wagon, and someone came up behind me and started smelling my hair. I freaked out a bit, and then realized it was my ex-boyfriend, Chris. So I gave him a weird look and then crossed the gate/joining thing into the other cart and found 2 of my mutual friends (with Chris) Meaghan and Matt and talked to them for a bit, then my other mutual friend/sorority sister, Angie was helping Chris come over to this cart too, so he sat down with me again and started to rub my arm and play with my hand. I gave Matt a weird look and he just kind of laughed and explained that it was his first time getting high and he was having weird reactions, like being really touchy-feely.
I was just starting to get used to it and kinda liking it, when I remembered that I was supposed to me meeting Steve here, and told Chris to get off of me, and then he literally tried to crawl all over me, and Steve came along and saw him on me, and I saw Steve, but couldn't get off to explain and Steve walked away all upset, and I was really upset, trying to get to Steve and I got the distinct feeling that it just ruined things with him.
And then I woke up.
Crazy Dream #1 - February 23-24th night
OKAY!
I was home alone house sitting and watching my dog, and he was rooting around in the back yard in the corner near the other yard that has like 7 dogs that live there, and my friend who was over decided to go over the fence on a little recon job to see what was going on that the dogs were making so much noise about when she got back she said that it was almost entirely mud, but you couldn't tell what was shit and what was dirt, and they seemed to be fighting over bones... then the dogs started to sound like they were going insane and fighting eachother, and jd started acting funny... i looked at him and his eyes had like a black film that were spreading all the way over them so his eyes looked entirely black and then he started to try to attack me... I threw him a bone outside and he tore after it even though he's really old and shouldn't be able to run like that
so i'm like wtf... so I go over the fence to see what's going on, there's only 2 dogs left... both of their eyes are black as pitch and their owner is dead on the ground and that's what they were fighting over... her leg bones..
so i'm freaked out... and i try to make a run for it, but they're really fast and they try to corner me... but apparently in the movie of my dreams i'm like a terrific athelete and i dodge their attacks, sending the one barrelling into the other and while they're distracted i run at and jump the really high fence only to find JD standing there staring at me and drooling
and i'm like FUCK ... but just at that moment a cat comes into the yard and he's distracted and i run for the house and lock the door... strip out of my now disgusting clothes and go to my room to get clean clothes and call the humane society... when i get back to the kitchen my friend has margarita's in the blender and her eyes are black and she is saying we should get drunk and have a fun night
i try to act normal while calling 911 instead of the humane society, i tell her to go downstairs and i'll be down in a sec, i'm just going to call in the noise complaint and then when the operator picks up i tell them the neighborhood dogs are going insane, i think my friend caught it and is trying to get me drunk to eat me and to please come help... and then i woke up
Just for the record
Talked to a friend today and it kinda brought into close perspective how fast it can all be over, and got me thinking. So- in case I ever pass on before writing down my thoughts on funerals and such:
1. I do not want to be kept alive artificially, if I am dead in brainwaves or in the process of dying don't resuscitate me or keep me alive on machines. I don't want to be kept alive like that. Let me go, I'll see you again in the next place.
2. I do not want to be pickled. Let me decompose naturally. I do not want chemicals or 'smell-pretty' put on my dead body to make me last longer so you can put me on display. Take the jewish example, no preservatives, natural wood casket, and into the ground, not a cement box. [If this is not possible in the city in which I die - please have me cremated and put into a pretty container *maybe something that looks pagan* and then continue with #3].
3. I would like a Rowan tree planted over my remains, with a 'Dedicated in memory of..." plaque at the base. I would also like a pentacle and some English ivy engraved on the plaque so they know I was pagan.
5. I would like to be buried with my Delta Zeta badge and guard. If possible I'd like a pink Killarney Rose bush planted by the tree (but with enough room so they can both live in harmony without one killing the other off).
4. I don't want a depressing wake and funeral. I want an Irish wake - bring out the whiskey and the rye, do a couple shots, remember the good times and try not to dwell on the bad! Lots of food, lots of drink and good music - none of that depressing shit! I want some AC/DC played - like Will said - For Those About to Rock, or maybe even Rock and Roll Train.
5. I want my possessions divided up among my best friends and family who knew me well, Jordan gets my music and movies, Emily gets my candles and hat/scarf and shoe collection, my books go to the Pagans in the community to teach those who need the guiding light on their path. The rest can either be sold or given away to whomsoever wants it. Oh - my 'toy' collection goes to John. Thanks for the laughs and getting me into the lifestyle ;) .
6. To those whom my life my touch in slight measure, may I have given graciously of what is mine, to my friends understanding and appreciation, to those closer ones - love that is ever steadfast. I hope you all know that you have added light and love into my life, and I hope that I have given it back in turn. Some words that gave me some perspective - never look down on someone unless you're giving them a hand up.
Blessed Be to all who knew and will know me, and in the words of Rocco, I'll catch ya on the flip side!
Sam / Jade
1. I do not want to be kept alive artificially, if I am dead in brainwaves or in the process of dying don't resuscitate me or keep me alive on machines. I don't want to be kept alive like that. Let me go, I'll see you again in the next place.
2. I do not want to be pickled. Let me decompose naturally. I do not want chemicals or 'smell-pretty' put on my dead body to make me last longer so you can put me on display. Take the jewish example, no preservatives, natural wood casket, and into the ground, not a cement box. [If this is not possible in the city in which I die - please have me cremated and put into a pretty container *maybe something that looks pagan* and then continue with #3].
3. I would like a Rowan tree planted over my remains, with a 'Dedicated in memory of..." plaque at the base. I would also like a pentacle and some English ivy engraved on the plaque so they know I was pagan.
5. I would like to be buried with my Delta Zeta badge and guard. If possible I'd like a pink Killarney Rose bush planted by the tree (but with enough room so they can both live in harmony without one killing the other off).
4. I don't want a depressing wake and funeral. I want an Irish wake - bring out the whiskey and the rye, do a couple shots, remember the good times and try not to dwell on the bad! Lots of food, lots of drink and good music - none of that depressing shit! I want some AC/DC played - like Will said - For Those About to Rock, or maybe even Rock and Roll Train.
5. I want my possessions divided up among my best friends and family who knew me well, Jordan gets my music and movies, Emily gets my candles and hat/scarf and shoe collection, my books go to the Pagans in the community to teach those who need the guiding light on their path. The rest can either be sold or given away to whomsoever wants it. Oh - my 'toy' collection goes to John. Thanks for the laughs and getting me into the lifestyle ;) .
6. To those whom my life my touch in slight measure, may I have given graciously of what is mine, to my friends understanding and appreciation, to those closer ones - love that is ever steadfast. I hope you all know that you have added light and love into my life, and I hope that I have given it back in turn. Some words that gave me some perspective - never look down on someone unless you're giving them a hand up.
Blessed Be to all who knew and will know me, and in the words of Rocco, I'll catch ya on the flip side!
Sam / Jade
Monday, February 22, 2010
About a boy
The details of tonight:
His name is Steve, 25, works in a suspension plant on midnights, has amazing hands, great kisser, has nice arms, nice green eyes, is really funny, smart, kinda nerdy (in a builds custom computers kinda way), loves all kinds of music and movies, but especially horror movies. He loves all kinds of animals, but has 2 dogs. He's really sweet, kinda soft-spoken, but has a mischevious glint in his eyes when he's flirting with me. We spent 2 hours talking in Tim Hortons, he held my hand almost the whole time, bought me hot chocolate, said I was beautiful and adorable and he wanted to keep me when i gave him a hand massage, and he kissed my cheek at first, but then I turned the 'walk you to your car' goodnight kiss into a proper kiss and omg he's amazing at it... I love his hands, especially when they're on me, and his voice gets really low when he's turned on... it took him three tries to actually walk away and say goodnight, cause he kept kissing me again, and gods - I could've happily kept kissing him all night... he asked me to come online when I got home to let him know I got here alright. :D
I think I'm smitten *blush*
His name is Steve, 25, works in a suspension plant on midnights, has amazing hands, great kisser, has nice arms, nice green eyes, is really funny, smart, kinda nerdy (in a builds custom computers kinda way), loves all kinds of music and movies, but especially horror movies. He loves all kinds of animals, but has 2 dogs. He's really sweet, kinda soft-spoken, but has a mischevious glint in his eyes when he's flirting with me. We spent 2 hours talking in Tim Hortons, he held my hand almost the whole time, bought me hot chocolate, said I was beautiful and adorable and he wanted to keep me when i gave him a hand massage, and he kissed my cheek at first, but then I turned the 'walk you to your car' goodnight kiss into a proper kiss and omg he's amazing at it... I love his hands, especially when they're on me, and his voice gets really low when he's turned on... it took him three tries to actually walk away and say goodnight, cause he kept kissing me again, and gods - I could've happily kept kissing him all night... he asked me to come online when I got home to let him know I got here alright. :D
I think I'm smitten *blush*
Friday, February 19, 2010
I think I already started one of these but oh well
I think I'll start a new one :)
I'm Sam. Crazy. Pagan. Bisexual. Single, Female, 22. I reside inside my mind most of the time, occasionally stumbling out long enough to attend class and then retreat back into my haven again. It has a beanbag chair and a swimming pool full of jell-o. There's also a hot tub that I occasionally fill with tequila and see what happens.
But seriously. This is going to be a place where I discuss the random crap that I learn in class, hear on the radio or a podcast, and decide to document for my crazy self to remember later. It may on the odd happenstance that I'm in a mood of hilarity be sarcastically funny. Hope you like funny with a side of crazy. Or not - I don't care, don't read it then. :P
Anyways. I'm going to go study for American history (YAY GUNS R' US just opened!) and I'll be back at a later date to continue this thrilling broadcast.
Cheers.
I'm Sam. Crazy. Pagan. Bisexual. Single, Female, 22. I reside inside my mind most of the time, occasionally stumbling out long enough to attend class and then retreat back into my haven again. It has a beanbag chair and a swimming pool full of jell-o. There's also a hot tub that I occasionally fill with tequila and see what happens.
But seriously. This is going to be a place where I discuss the random crap that I learn in class, hear on the radio or a podcast, and decide to document for my crazy self to remember later. It may on the odd happenstance that I'm in a mood of hilarity be sarcastically funny. Hope you like funny with a side of crazy. Or not - I don't care, don't read it then. :P
Anyways. I'm going to go study for American history (YAY GUNS R' US just opened!) and I'll be back at a later date to continue this thrilling broadcast.
Cheers.
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