My neighbor has this weird habit

He consistently turns his music on super loud at 11pm most weeknights. But this doesn't worry me because he usually turns it off at about 12am every time. Is it weird that I've caught on to this? I think sometime when I finally bump into him leaving the house and finally meet him or get to know him, I'll crack a joke about this, hahaha

What does all this stuff mean anyway?

I've had several dreams these last few nights in which all of them are about trying to talk to B and him refusing to talk to me. In one of the dreams, he even said something like "I'm not going to do this with you right now," when I asked him why he wouldn't talk to me.

I had a dream I was studying in a library but was too distracted to study, so I kept getting up to go to the bathroom, get food, and look for more books. I noticed an old flame of mine sprawled out on the ground in front of the door reading a book and chatting with a gorgeous blonde girl, and I didn't know how to leave the library without bumping into him and making it seem like I meant to walk over there.

I had the weirdest dream that I was walking around an old church I went to when I was little and I kept walking from room to room looking for someone while I was chewing bubble gum. I walked up to an old family friend, and for some reason, I was afraid she would know I was chewing gum so I slowly chewed off small pieces in my mouth and swallowed each little piece until it was all gone. I sort of half woke up realize that I was making a chewing motion while I was sleeping, and then I fell back asleep.

If you don't want to be here, then leave!

Let me just start off by saying I understand and sort of appreciate professors that require you to go to class, take attendance, and give you "participation points" (which are the easiest points you'll ever earn in school). But what I hate, is students that show up because they don't want to be penalized, but CLEARLY don't want to be there, don't want to pay attention, and just don't care. Because then they spend the whole class time snickering at other students, making rude comments under their breaths, they can't sit still, and the clickclickclickclickclickclickclick of texting all class. I can't stand it! There are days I don't want to go, I don't want to be there, and maybe don't care about what's going on, but I keep my mouth shut, I don't bother anyone, I don't sit in the back of the classroom and snicker at or make comments about the people that do care and have something to say. SO ANNOYING ughhhhhhh

Strange dreams and nightmares

I have been having the weirdest nightmares recently.

In one, I was stranded on a mountain, that had hidden doors to elevators that would take you down, and the only way to find a door once you are up in the mountain would be to kill off everyone else that was on it. I didn't want to do that so I just walked around aimlessly, thinking for some reason that I'd find B if I kept looking. But then everyone on the mountain got barbaric and started killing each other. In what I thought was defense, I broke the end of a glass bottle to keep incase I needed a weapon, and then I started pushing other people off too, for fear of being killed. When I finally pushed off everyone I could see in my sight, I quickly ran around the mountain and found a door. When I opened the door, it was a large room with an orchestra in it practicing for a show. That's when I woke up.

In another dream, I was at the house of one of B's mom's neighbors (I've seen then each time I've gone home with B). They are all artistic - one is famous for fantasy art, another teaches art, and the last person is an artist and carpenter. B and I were at their house for a dinner party, but for some reason, everyone there was people from Ricardo. The one who is famous for fantasy art wouldn't talk to anyone because he was busy painting. The other two were in a different room but talking to us in that room over an intercom. I felt really uncomfortable because I felt like they were just observing us from another room and telling us what to do over the intercom. I was helping put out appetizers and trying to find fresh logs of cheese, and that's when I woke up.

Things that happened over the holidays

- I became obsessed with playing Scrabble
- I fell in love with my baby doggy all over again
- I gained like 10 pounds over holiday foods
- I made a pact to wipe the slate clean with B
- I refreshed my attitude to start the new semester off well
- I moved out of the Ravines and into CB!
- I sold a few books online and made a little income
- I discovered the West Wing, thanks to B's family
- I did a lot of cooking and baking just for fun

Holidays with my hunny and his family

My hunny finally took me to the Cedar Street Inn for dinner after I've heard about it since before we were dating! We got a little dressed up before heading out :)


We met up with Chris and Danielle and then headed out to Providence, RI for dinner. We were doing to go ice skating but got there too late :( So we went to Dave and Buster's instead!


For Christmas, Bryan and I had been working on a book (using Blurb) for his dad with all his dad's pictures from the Algonquin trip the two took last summer. It turned out absolutely amazing with Bryan's writing and my page layout. This picture was taken right when is dad realized what it was when he opened it up. It was hands down, the most sentimental present I've ever worked on, and I was so happy I got to be there to see his dad open it and experience it!


This picture was taken when he was reading the dedication. You can't really see but there were a few tears ;)


Every page sparked great emotions from his dad, either bursts of laughter or just "oh wow" from feeling overwhelmed. He was so happy his pictures didn't go to waste, especially since he had been trying out different features on his camera and he was utilizing some different techniques (he had brought a really fancy camera, and his two interests in life are photography and nature). Him and B spent a few hours looking through page by page and reminiscing about the trip.


Bonnie was taking away Otis's toy that he absolutely destroyed in a matter of two hours. What a funny dog!


Otis got kind of bored after that I think, so he was just hanging out with us.


So I had a really blonde moment when I was cracking/eating nuts. B gave me this thing that he said was a tool for picking nuts out of their shells (it just looks like a long metal stick with a handle on it). I'd never used one before so I was chipping at a nut and not only did I accidentally stab myself, but I also stabbed a huge chunk of a Brazil nutshell into my finger and gave myself a really bad splinter. Bonnie, being a vet, had all the tools to conduct "surgery" on my finger and fish out the splinter.


Here they are a few hours later after going through the book! I love that cover - it is a picture of the two of them sitting around a fire at night.


We were packing the night before our flight back to Michigan, and we had so many gifts and random fragile things to pack, B and I just dumped everything out on the floor and used our piles of clothes as padding for presents. Then we had to separate toiletries and anything else that might have liquid or look like a weapon into bags that would be checked in. What a mess!