Is there an actual term for randomly remembering bits and pieces of dreams as if they were memories? This happens nearly every day to me.
Recently, I had a great dream about someone I have been trying to forget for the past four years. I forgot 99% of the dream as soon as I woke up. The funny thing is that as I was dreaming the dream, I told myself “Please let me forget this when I wake up.” However, I might remember more bits and pieces later on. Romanticizing the past is never a good thing.
Tomorrow’s my last class. I was thinking about working on the o’neill project tonight, but I just got home from sewing class and would rather wake up early tomorrow to get it done. I have the sketches down. Just need to flesh them out into illustrations and flats. bleh.
This is an insightful article regarding how Aziz Ansari gathers inspiration from human behavior for his stand-up routines. I find it very intriguing how good comedians have a likeness to poets or musicians, bearing their soul for the sake of their audience or for cathartic reasons.
I think I’m in a strange phase where I’m gradually becoming more interested in comedy/comedians….
P.S. Aziz’s tour poster is really cool
Currently obsessed with this cancion. There’s a bit ‘bout makin’ love in the forest…
Just later on
the very same night
when I crept to her tent with a flashlight
and my long years of innocence ended:
well, she took me to the woods,
sayin’ “Here comes something, and it feels so good!”,
and just like a dog I was befriended, I was befriended.
Oh, oh, what a night,
oh, what a garden of delight
Even now that sweet memory lingers:
I was playing my guitar
lyin’ underneath the stars
just thankin’ the Lord
for my fingers,
for my fingers
Someone was blasting ABBA this morning. In Santa Ana. No complaints here.
Watched all 3 seasons of the walking dead in 3 days…
Going to Long Beach tomorrow to pick up my project. Meeting up with a friend. Promised me cookies. I had been nudging her to bring baked goodies all semester. She’s fond of baking.
Wish I could buy fyf tickets. I’m completely broke.
Je pleure.
One of my fashion professors from SAC is having an o’neill senior designer coming to judge our final project (which is creating three looks for the typical o’neill Cali girl). I’m completely unmotivated to work on it. Couldn’t care less for beach brands like o’neill, roxy, billabong etc etc. ugh.
My younger brother sent me this. Straight up watched it 5 times and laughed for a solid minute.
http://jazaraujo.carbonmade.com/
Had to make an online portfolio for my class. Makes my work look better than I thought.
