December 13, 2001 :: 10:20 a.m.
there's a dentist in my bathroom
Ugh. I hurt. I have a waking-up headache and it's extremely foul. I had my alarm set for 8:00 a.m., at which time I did get up, but only long enough to turn the damn thing off and go back to sleep.
I have no willpower.
I'm taking Joe to the mall to do some christmas shopping, which would be cool if it weren't for two things:
1. I am very, very poor.
2. I hate, hate, hate the mall.
I've actually started spending money that I do not physically have. If the laws of physics would allow it, I'm sure my wallet would contain negative dollars.
On a completely different subject, I had the weirdest dream last night. The asian guy from Fargo was in it, as was most of my family, and a dentist named Theo (I think) who layed in the bathtub and talked on the phone instead of doing his dentistly duties. The asian guy was sort of stalking me... he knocked on my window, and I thought it was Adam, but when I went outside it was the other guy. He had all these pamphlets and notebooks and things with some sort of Pearl Jam design on the front, and he gave me a little notebook and then spilled the rest on the ground. I went to help pick them up, and he tried to come inside, but I made him leave. I went back to waiting for Theo, the dentist, to get of the phone and fill my cavity.
I think it was christmas at my house, because everyone was wearing sweaters and eating lots of food and such. After a while, I was standing in the kitchen and I heard a knock at the back door. It was the asian guy again, so I went out and told him that he wasn't supposed to be here, and that he needed to leave. He said okay, and I went back inside, assuming that all was well. I checked on Theo again, and this time he was going to the bathroom instead of talking on the phone. Or maybe he was going to the bathroom in addition to talking on the phone. In any case, no filling for me. I went back to the kitchen, where I saw the asian guy talking to my family. I got really, really mad, and starting screaming at him to get the fuck out of my house, he's not supposed to be here, no one told him to come here, what the hell did he think he was doing, walking right into my house like that? I pushed him out the backdoor and told him to go away. He did, I think. I went to check on Theo one more time, but someone else was in the bathroom. I have no idea where he got to, because that's when I woke up.
The asian guy didn't quite look like he did in the movie. He was younger. His Minnesota accent wasn't so strong. But that's not really so weird, I guess. I saw the movie last night, and so when I went to sleep it got tangled up in my dreams. The things that really make me wonder are the dentist in the bathroom, and the Pearl Jam paraphernalia.
*yawns* I'm supposed to be at Joe's in 40 minutes, so I should probably start to make myself presentable.
-Amanda
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