"Umm. Do you know who you're talking to?"

Okay so I just had an awesome Sunday- 2.5 hours ago. No need to get into detail on all that. All that you need to know, is it was amazing and I wish it could have lasted forever. Now, I'm seriously about to cry. I'm starving.

So, what happened was Grover picked me up. We went to Ogden Pizzeria. I felt iffy about it when we walked in. So I decided to suck it up and try to deal with it anyway. They brought us our cheesebread. It was then that I realized, I could not deal with it any longer. There was a freaking hair on it. Yuck. Now, any normal, decent human being would realize that hair = no longer edible. So of course, after pointing out that there was a hair, informed Grover that I would not be eating. He was angry and tried to tell me it was garlic. Hello dumbass!!! Garlic is not a short, black, thick hair. It's just not.

So then the pizza gets there and I looked at it in all it's cheesy glory. Normally, I'd think, "yum!" This time, all I could think was, "Omg. Who knows how many hairs is buried in that cheese? Omg or under toppings? Or even in the sauce? I don't know who made this. It could be the same person who made the cheese bread. Yuck. Yuck. Oh, hunger is gone now. I'll just drink my Root Beer. Oh crap. What if there's a hair in that too? Okay, nevermind. I have water at home."

Yep, he was mad. He told me to just freaking eat. So, as one can expect of me, I ate. Oooooh but that's not all. I grabbed the smallest slice, scraped everything off, and took a tiny bite.

"You have to let them chase each other or they'll never learn!"

Do you ever sit there and just feel amazed that this is your life and you actually are living it? I did for a while earlier. It wasn't a good amazed. My life is down right now. Ya know, I hate saying I'm down. The appropriate color is blue, but I don't feel very blue. Blue is relaxed for me. I feel... Orange. Icky and hectic.


These recent days have felt very orange today. Good grief, it's taking forever to type. I need to trim my nails. I keep pressing the wrong letter. So my sisters(?) were up at the crack of dawn today. Ha! They were up before dawn since it's still not light outside. Anyway, they were up and singing constantly. I had the urge to throw a shoe at the wall to shut them up, but it wouldn't have worked and that made me sad. Sometimes I do that to quiet down my cousin.


I think I wonder about things too much. Everything winds up crashing in on me and I think I'll drown.


I had an extremely odd dream last night. Scott and I lived in this very odd city. There were mansions, giant supermarkets, and a huge mall. The mall was in the middle and all the rodes were like bicycle spokes coming off of it. Well we got separated at the mall so Scott went to his friend's house who lifed like, 6 streets away from the street we had to take to get home so I was really sad. It started raining and since the malls entire roof was missing, they closed the mall and I had to walk home. It was weird because at one house I saw kids playing some strange apple game. I thought they were crazy. So I get home and it was just freaky. Turns out, from the outside, our home looks like a cardboard box. So I crawled in, it was really apartments I guess. All the walls were cardboard still and all the homes were little cubbies with a blanket hung in the front for a door. So, I went to crawl into our home (oh yeah, the hallways were really little so you had to crawl in them) and noticed we had a new neighbor. They were dogs. So the giant dog walks away and I notice that the medium but scary looking one starts trying to eat the tiny one. I was yelling at it and telling it not to when the giant one came back and jumped on me. He growled and said, "You have to let them chase each other or they'll never learn!" So of course I was really scared and crawled into the apartment/cubby and realized we actually had a really nice apartment. I could stand up and everything was just really nice in there. The only thing was we didn't have windows.


This is Eeka Eyes, signing off.

"Are you okay?"

That's the question of today. Am I okay? No. But who cares? I'll be okay eventually. I don't know why everyone keeps pressing me about it. Even the one who changed my status from "okay" to "not okay" doesn't know that they did it. I refuse to discuss. It's over with. Next topic.

It's seeming like I don't fully exist. I keep having these horrible dreams, too. Horrible in a good way I guess. I know that people have been trying to figure out dreams for pretty much ever, but I've decided to agree with whoever it is that first said that they're peeks into alter dimensions. I feel really bad for my alter selves. I definitely have a good life compared to them. What I don't like is that sometimes I go back to the same ones. I wonder if they have had dreams where they're me. If so, it's probably a pretty boring dream. Maybe I should live a bit more of an exciting life, just to make sure that they can have at least one good dream while they're in my head.

I suppose this has been an okay starting ramble.
This is Eeka Eyes, signing off.