Surfin'

I have got to stop having such weird ass dreams.

Seriously. It's getting a little, well, weird.

The other night I had a dream about school. First I was in some molecular biology class and was completely confused by it. The teacher was a whack job. Then I went to my surfing class. Yeah. Surfing. Here! Where the nearest ocean is only a couple thousand miles away! So anyway I had to surf. And the teacher again was a whack job. She told us that she would know if we were surfing in the pool as opposed to the ocean because when you're in the ocean your hair becomes more frizzy and you get that dry, white salt marks on you. So I had to go surf in the ocean and I hated it! It was so salty. So I kept spitting cause I kept getting it in my mouth. I'd try to keep my mouth closed but I couldn't, I kept getting the water in my mouth. The weird part of it all is I woke up and I could taste salt. I don't think it was, ya know, actual salt I was tasting cuz how the hell would that happen? Walking in my sleep, eatin' some salt? But it seriously tasted like I had been sucking down my kosher salt for a few seconds.

Then last night I had a dream about babysitting. I myself was not babysitting but a-bag was. She was babysitting for this one family that only I had babysat for really in real life. I only babysat for them for a couple of months, nothing long term like other people. Anyway. So she was babysitting and I decided to go see her. You know those tiny motorcycle things? They look like they should be for an 8 year old but they aren't? Well, I had one of those only it was a tiny lil BMW convertible. I drove that on over to see her. And the kid was only going into kindergarten and when I babysat for her, eight years ago, she was two. It was just weird cuz why the hell would I dream about that?

I don't like it! I don't like it at allllllllllllllllllllll! Well ok I like dreaming but not when they perplex me too much.

I am officially back in the habit. Last night was my first night back at the grocery store. And damn I am good! I still got it baby, I still got it. But now that I think about it...freshmen and sophomore year I went long spells without working...but maybe this was the longest...oh I don't know. That would require some simple math and that math stuff is hard!

Two weeks until my birthday. Write that down.

I'm outtie like a belly button!