Side Effects...

One of the side effects of the patch is that you could have vivid dreams. So far I have't really noticed. Until last night. My dreams was so real and weird.

I dreamed that I was taking a pregnancy test...why I don't know. But when I looked in the results viewing window it was like "Minority Report" You know the movie with Tom Cruise where they could pull images from the twins heads and manipulate them on screens with their hands. I could see previous intimate encounters and there was a scroll bar that I could rewind and skip forward. Not only could I see the people, myself and the "act," I could see what was going on biologically. It was so weird, yet creative. Why does your mind get so creative in dreams?

Ughhh

Why do we keep people around that are non-supportive? WHY!?!? I can't stand the fact that there are people in the world that are dying for you to make mistakes or follow a course that was unexpected just so they can say "told you so." I mean really...get your own life and quit keeping a journal about things that you "told me so" about. What does that really do for a person to say "told you so"? Do they swell with pride, does that give them reassurance that they are capable of making good decisions because they were able to tell me so? Chances are if you decide another course that opposes the told you so...they can say "told you so" probably +30% of the time because there are multiple options in life and there are no guarantee that one or the other will work out.

If you have to be a "told you so" try it with a little more grace... like "sorry, I was hoping that would not happen" or something more supportive like "well, there is always a chance that may have not worked for you, press on sister" F the told you so-ers!!! You suck! You're mean, negative, and arrogant.

Rommate Situation...

Well, I decided that I would get a temp rommie to help save money for fix-ups and what not to the house. I was partly inspired by Dre's stories of her roomies. So I went out on Craig's list and found temp roomies. The most interesting was this older guy that needs a place to keep his stuff/stay as he preps for Olympics...he has some part in it, details later. I just thought if I can't go out to see this stuff and travel right now, I may as well have someone around that has some stories and make money off it.

So I meet with mister Olympic tonight, so will let you know how it works out. Hopefully he will not be a murderer of children or something.

Venture in Audio Books

Well, I had a little road trip to my parents this weekend and was apprehensive about my ability to make it without a little treat. So I decided to get an audio book. I got "Nanny Diaries" with Julia Roberts narrating. It was awesome. She did a fantabulous job. The way she was able to make distinct voices for all characters was awesome. I don't know if any will be as good as that.

Doin' it and doin' it well...

Well, I got a little late start on my NY resolutions, but damn it I'm all over it now. 2 weeks past the NY and you got to start somewhere. So nicoderm patch on my arm, water bottle in tote, and work out scheduled...I'm on my way to a better me. I have enlisted some help with my resolutions because although I'm "grown," I need to be held accountable. So challengers are welcome.

I don't plan on posting my daily weight, alcohol units, or number of cigs just yet. That would just be embarrassing. Maybe I will work on self disclosure later in the year.

Butterflies in my tummy...

Well, it's Friday and everyone acts like it is the last day of school in my group. I am on the 4th floor of my building and it seems like in the stairway about 3rd floor, you can hear the roar of my group on a Friday starting about 12p. And since we've already discussed how I do not sit with my group, I'm not a part of the roar just a mere observer. None the less, the roar gets me excited too. "What are you doing this weekend?" "Got big plans?" "It's Friday, no complaints here." I start getting ants in my pants, I start typing faster, I start talking faster...all for the leave early on Friday tradition. But, what am I leaving in such a hurry for? I have no plans...no happy hour to attend, no big date to get ready for, no road trip to prep for. So why is Friday so different? Well, regardless of the lack of plans, I got to get these ants out of my pants by strapping on my pajamas which will not be disgarded until 7a Monday morning and redez-vous with the only lover that has given me butterflies in my tummy since college days...my couch. So here I come baby, I'm all yours...I may even practice my signature like a little school girl does with a lover. Bridget Ann H*&&%$ Serta.

A Good Idea at the time...

Well, 2006 is here and there are so many good memories in 2005 and some...you just have to say they were good ideas at the time. Let's recap 2005's "Good Idea at the Time"....

Jan - Walking back to the hotel from the Eiffel Tour only to find out it was really really far and taxi aren't that common in Paris

Mar - Making a friend that would surely leave in a months time

May - Volunteering for assignment in Ohio...what the f

Sept - 3mts later still in Ohio

Oct - thinking you found something only to find that you found what you were wishing to find, but not what was there to be found.

Dec- a picture says it all...black fuzzy crown, seemed like a good idea at the time