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yucky dreams
2003-11-01
tonight i really had the weirdest and most disgusting dream ever. which is a shame because at the same time it was the first dream in which i ever really talked to AFI.
so...november's started and it's nanowrimo. how much have i written so far? 0 words. i wanted to start after lunch but i didn't have lunch today. so now i am waiting for my italian food to arrive for dinner and after that i will start. yesterday, i also came up with the final idea which was just in time.
yesterday was the worst day at work so far. i only got things to do that were SO ridiculous that i almost started screaming. basically, i spent the whole day packing used toner cartridges into boxes to be picked up by UPS. and wrapped wine bottles up in plastic as presents. and re-arranged stuff in the storage room. and got covered in toner ink. and what did i get for my efforts? a shabby "you could have arranged the cartridges in the boxes a little more thoughtfully" as i had just ended up stuffing them in there and since the top wouldn't close i wrapped that sticky tape stuff around the boxes until they were shut securely. but hey, it wouldn't work otherwise and since i spent 4 hours with that shite, i do deserve at least a nice smile to tell me they appreciate my efforts, goddammit! i don't expect them to thank me or whatever but hey...do they need to put me down again?
whoa, i just had dinner. it was the most perfect pizza and the yummiest broccoli and awesome pizza bread rolls with seasonings butter. gawd, i think i've found my new fave italian food delivery service *rubs belly* i'm so stuffed now.
anyway, we were in this strange house and "the leaving song part II" was playing (which it was since i had my stereo playing as usual) and somehow each line was connected to something we did though i don't remember details. it was strange because davey actually wrote the song but still we were sitting there, wondering what it wanted to tell us and what we should do. so, anyway. after a while, hunter said he was hungry, so i offered him my fruchtzwerge (germans will know them - they are little yoghurt thingies that are for young children but very yummy). now, i don't even know for sure if hunter's vegan, too, but he said he was and he also said they looked strange. but i love that stuff so much and i went to prove him wrong. i opened one of the little pots and showed him but it looked very strange indeed. it was blue (there isn't a blue one, actually) and weird stuff was in it but my pride took over and i still wanted to show him, so i ate it myself. the first spoonful tasted ok but felt weird in my mouth. instead of being creamy as yoghurt usually is, it was all chewy. but i kept on eating it. and the next spoonful was sooooo gross. it also tasted wrong and just eeewww...so i spit it out. and then i woke up still feeling sick and spitting and bah. and now i've had this strange feeling in my tummy all day. each time i think of the dream, i'm ready to puke. so writing about it here surely wasn't very helpful. oh dear!
but hunter was still cute in the dream. the way he looked at the stuff and all. aww...
i'll probably put up another diary for it and post new parts there. maybe i'll post the link there or maybe i'll just keep my mouth shut about it so people won't know who's presenting them with that much crap. i'll write in german anyways, so only a few people who read my diary will be able to read the book, too.
the good thing, though, was that i spent so much time quietly cursing and hissing and being generally so pissed off that i felt all sick already, that, at the end of the day i suddenly felt all bright and happy and silly. so i spent the rest of the day and actually the whole time until now giggling and laughing at the silliest things and just being a stupid little girl which was nice for a change.
and now, as promised, i shall commence writing. oh god, oh god, oh god, i'm so excited. it's almost ridiculous.
take that - everything changes