Hug-a-Tree Day

Who the hell cares what I'm wearing or listening to, but I'm eating: a BLT on wholesome, fresh flax bread from With the Grain, fresh lettuce and tomatoes, harty strips of bacon, and a sensational zip of mayo.  (Which isn't called mayo in my household, it's called 'Light Whipped Dressing' to be precise, because there is just no such thing as being too cheap.  ...Well I suppose there is, if you happen to be a bed-hopping slut.  If you sleep around that much, the wise thing to do would be to tack on a little fee, buy yourself some more crotchless panties and waterbras.  I never understood the reasoning behind 'crotchless panties' because if they're going to be crotchless, why wear panties at all?  Why not just go commando, like Megan Sadura?  Haha... great girl.)  Anyways... that was one fabulous BLT.

Tonight was the grand kickoff of the 2004 Hillside Festivities!  Me and Megs and this girl named Carly who is really tall, so I toyed with the idea of calling her Sweet Lady Liberty for blogging purposes but decided to leave it, due to liability reasons, at Carly, we hung out and found ourselves a rockin' party!  A band called 'Golden Dog' or something along those uber artistic and challenging lines really rocked the house at the Island Stage.  And I could have sworn I was standing directly behind Blondie's older brother Tim, but I was not 100% sure and therefore retained my "Hey Tim!"  when really, he could have been an Ernie or a Gordan.  Now that would have been silly!  I also finished reading The Deep End of the Ocean  (Which I was reading, by the way.)  and I have to say, it satisfied me in a way Cosmo Girl never could have... but still, it doesn't hold a candle to Curious George.  (...And that, my friends, is why I'll never be hired as a book critic.)

Onward!

I have been having bad luck in dreams lately.  Lastnight  I had a dream I was losing someone, that they were being taken away on a wagon of sorts, and I was running like crazy to get back to them but they kept getting farther and farther away - then all of a sudden the road I was running on turned into tar and I was being sucked down!  Then at the second the tar closed over me, I bolted out of my bed and nearly slammed into my dresser, hyperventalating and stuff.   ...Pleasant.  Two nights ago, I had a dream that I was in a very large church with a group of friends.  I remember distinctly Mikey being there, and Blondie and Spunki, and another who I believe was The Maestro, who wore nothing but black - same as myself.  The dark character needed to attain something from someone in the church, and so we climbed to a sanctuary located in the top of one of the church towers.  before we entered the large wooden door, the dark Maestro turned to us and said "While I'm talking you have to co-operate and kneel against the wall with your hands behind your head." 'Oh,'  I remember thinking. 'That doesn't seem suspicious at all.'  Then we entered the room, which was pink, with pink satan drapery everywhere, and stood behind a golden railing - all I could hear was a low, mechanical humming of this one crazy guy The Maestro wished to speak to.  He was cloaked in black like a monk, and standing in a depression in the middle of the room with his back towards us.  I was the closest person to the railing.  The monk stopped humming and turned around, folding back the hood of his cloak to reveal an aged, deteriorating person - he then drew a samurai sword from under his cloaks.  "That's it."  I said to Blondie who was backing away herself as I briskly walked past her.  'I, for one,'  I thought to myself '...am not being beheaded today.'  I made my way down the staircase at a fast pace, slightly afraid for my life and wondering what that crazy monk and his samurai sword could possibly want with a group of people kneeling against the wall with their hands behind their heads - other than, you know, the obvious!  When I reached the bottom of the tower, to my horror, the same monk was waiting there for me with a silver dagger-like weapon.  He told me that my trust was weak, and I could not be relied on - then charged at me with the weapon!  I held his hands back with all my strength to prevent him from stabbing me, while I pleaded for my life and screamed and cried for The Maestro.  I was still wrestling with the monk when I saw the dark figure of The Maestro appear at the bottom of the stairs, but he seemed helpless and unsure of what to do.  I then gained control and turned the blade against the still struggling, crazy monk... and with a few jabs, finished him off as his crumpled body slumped to the pink carpet that ran throughout the church.  I was scared then, and I looked to The Maestro and my other friends and they were scared too.  Striding towards me out of the doorway where the monk had been waiting for me emerged a younger, angrier, more Italian monk, with a somewhat stunted samurai sword.  He grabbed me by my ponytail and forced me to the ground.  He spat at me never to cross 'the brotherhood' and cut me once, vertically on the back of my neck, along the spine.  He didn't kill me, but it hurt like a mad mother and the last thing I remember before waking up was touching the back of my neck with my fingers, and looking at the blood on my hand.

I can't wait to get to sleep tonight!!!!!!

Also, I saw The Bourne Supremacy this afternoon with Megs.  I highly recommend it! Highly.

Goodnight all you lowly punks.