Don't tell me not to fly, I've simply got to.

Monday, June 28, 2010

A dream is a wish your heart makes...or not

The most ridiculous dream of my entire life happened last nite, and I need to blog about it. Normally I don't even talk, let alone blog, about my dreams, because I always start talking about it and realize how retarded it sounds halfway through and wish that I had never started talking. But this one was so out there I decided it was worth sharing.

I was a fugitive from the law, but I was innocent. No idea what I had been accused of doing, but it was a big deal because everyone in the entire world of this dream knew about me. And it was a different world...it was like a video game world or something. You know how in old school video games, when you're in like the forest or something, it's all split up in different rooms? You walk into the forest and you're in one room, and then you can turn left right or straight to get into another one and it moves on to the next screen/room. But it's not like real life where the outdoors is one gigantic place, because back in the day they didn't have the technology to figure that out. So, pretty much in my dream, it was like that...a world of outdoor rooms. If that makes any sense whatsoever. Anywho, I was in this forest-y type place, and I had to wear different disguises and masks and stuff. People were all around me...some knew who I was, but were friends and wouldn't turn me in. But they didn't help me. We didn't even speak. Other people were srangers and didn't recognize me thanks to the disguise, and some were the people looking for me. Despite being around all these people, I was completely alone. I barely spoke to anyone. I was always on edge and trying to figure out what to do next. And constantly moving and hiding. So after lots of sneaking around and wandering and trying to find a place to go, I was in this small room and lots of the people trying to catch me were there too. I noticed them starting to eye me up and realized I needed to get the heck out of there because they recognized me, so I booked it. Then the world completely changed to a more real-life setting as I was running. I booked it into a massive crowd of people. Literally millions and millions of people. And I was in this urban setting and it was night time and all of a sudden from like a mile away, a stage lit up and Kiss was on stage and I was at a Kiss concert. And through the magic of my dream, I flew to the front of the crowd and was hardcore full-out moshing at this concert. (This could never happen...I've been to a thousand concerts in my day, and I stay away from the moshing, because little petite me would get KILLED. Not that the rest of this dream could happen either...) And next thing I knew, this guy had gotten seriously hurt in the moshpit and I was trying to figure out how to help him and then I woke up.

Interpret THAT one.

My interpretation: While I was at the beach, The Fugitive with Harrison Ford was on tv and I used to love that movie and haven't watched it in awhile. So I was thinking about that. I looked up concerts at Hershey the other day and Kiss is one of them...which when I saw that made me think of that episode of Glee where all the boys dressed up like them and did one of their songs. So that must have been in my head too. And lastly, I think the wandering and not sure where to go or what to do next represents how I feel about my life right now. Who knows where the feeling all alone in the world thing fits in though...maybe the fact that I'm single? Idk, I definitely don't feel alone, nor am I alone in real life. Or do I subconciously feel that way?

Weird. weird. weird. My dreams for the most part are pretty normal. Lots of times when I'm stressed out I'll have nightmares about whatever it is I'm worried about. When I break up with someone or I'm having trouble with a friendship or relationship, I have nightmares about that person every nite for months. And then occasionally I'll get one of these, and they're kind of fun haha.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

On why education is important...

I'm at that stage in my life where most teenage girls make my head want to explode. Into 823716 little annoyed pieces.

Part 1 of my rant: Today I was laying on the beach, and these girls walked up to the lifeguard chair nearby me, and said to Mr. Cute Lifeguard, "so, umm, hi. I don't know if this is like, against your job description, or whatever, but like, we were wondering if we could like get our picture taken with you, because we're on senior week, and our school like gives us this list of stuff we like have to do and show proof that we did it to give back, and this is one."

Cue me giving an inward eyeroll and as I keep listening my head starts doing that thing that Scrat does in Ice Age...you know, where he starts twitching and one eye kinda droops shut while the other one's bulging out.

The lifeguard gave some excuse as to why he couldn't do it and directed the girls to some other lifeguard really far down the beach haha. THEN the girls walked away, and when they were right next to me and (possibly) out of earshot of the lifeguard, they started giggling and talking loud enough for the whole beach to hear about how they really just did that as an excuse to talk to him.

*GASP* NO! Really???? You know, they totally had me convinced that after graduating and receiving diplomas, their school forces them to go on senior week at Bethany Beach, Delaware with a scavenger hunt list of things they have to do and then give back to the school for some kind of grade.

UGH. Was I ever even remotely close to being that dumb/immature/annoying when I was 17/18? Ha, don't answer that.


Part 2: Lately I've noticed that a large majority of guys my age, if they are dating anyone right now, are dating 17 or 18-year-old girls. Or maybe 16, you know, that's cool too. NOT. Hello?? What is going on? It's not like every single one of these guys are the creepy kind that prey on young girls because they can't get someone their own age, or because stupid and naive is the only type they can convince to give them the one thing they're after. I do not understand. Not one part of it. Ok, maybe not all girls that age are immature and stupid. I'll give them that. But anywho, I've come to the conclusion that I want an older man. No, not like Hugh Heffner. Like someone mature that doesn't find annoying 17-year-olds fresh from high school attractive. Someone who has a heart and thinks with his head and not his *ahem*. And therefore has plans for himself that go past the present and which "that" he's tapping tonite...like school, a job, a career, a future. Give me that guy.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

It's a man's world, and I'm boycotting it.

Right now at this very moment, I have decided to boycott Transformers 3. Which is a difficult choice, because I do love those movies. But the director, I'm starting to realize, is a complete pig, and this is all just getting a little out of hand.

Last summer, I saw Revenge of the Fallen and LOVED it. With the exception of the uber-lame love story and terrible acting that went with it. Yes, I understand Megan Fox and Shia Lebeouf are two beautiful people and that is (sadly) the most important thing to people watching, but really. Lame lines. Lame scenes. Lame, lame, lame. The rest of the movie? Great. After that, I bought the first one and watched that...I'd never seen it before. Turns out I liked the second better. But anywho, in watching both of them, I realized that not only is Megan Fox's acting terrible, but it's not exactly her fault because her character in those movies has absolutely no purpose but to show off her body and make all the boys watching get just a little too excited. As she leans over the hood of a car wearing a bra-sized shirt, or sits on top of a motorcycle wearing booty shorts...really? Every single female character in those movies (which is basically mom and girlfriend) have absolutely no abilities, or intelligence, or anything whatsoever. One is made to look like a complete idiot, and the other is used as an object to turn on men watching.

So the other week, I saw this article on Yahoo that Megan Fox would not be in Transformers 3, because they decided that in this one, Shia Lebeouf's character needs to be focused on other things besides his love life and there won't be any of that in this movie. And I thought to myself, cool, more action and stuff that made the first 2 movies worth watching, less annoying crap.

But THEN, I just read the most recent news. Apparently the no love interest thing was a lie. Megan Fox is being replaced. By a Victoria's Secret model with no acting experience whatsoever. Really Mr. Director, really? (I guess I should do my research cuz I don't know his name...not that it's even worth knowing, the jerk.) So basically, if I'm thinking correctly right now, this director purposely finds dumb women with terrible and/or no acting skills to play roles where the sole purpose is to use her as an object for men's lust. Great. Sign me up for that one. Let's drill into the minds of women the world over that the only thing they're good for is to show off their bodies so they can turn on guys.

If, when that movie comes out next summer, it turns out that this female character is intelligent and does cool things and helps save the world, I will stand corrected. But judging by the first 2 movies, I would bet all the money in my bank account (which sounds like a huge deal but isn't much right now haha) that I'm not wrong. I suddenly really appreciate movies like Iron Man, where one female lead is intelligent and classy and organized, and the other one can kick butt without needing any iron suit. =)

So anywho, I'm boycotting it. Yeah, it will have no effect whatsoever. Yes, the movie will probably still break records and everyone I know will talk about how awesome it was. But I need to stand against this blatant degradation of a woman's worth. End of story.