so come on courage, teach me to be shy
So I have started a new project. I am sort of excited about it. I started a new weblog. It is hosted by a different site though, not Blogger. I am excited, because it gives you a lot more creative control over how your page will look--in fact, it gives you so much control that you even get your own domain name. Problem is--now I have to dust off my HTML book and start creating another little web space to call my own. I am going to do something different with this one. I have an idea, but I think it will be a while before I unveil it.
I also have a LiveJournal. Don't know if I told any of you that, but I do. Haven't done anything with that yet, as I am still pondering what the hell to do with it. *rolls eyes* I think I'm just greedy to take up as much space on the infinite internet as I can.
I had some strange dreams last night. I find lately that I have quite a few dreams lately where either I wake myself up from laughing or crying, or sometimes both. Last night I woke up crying really hard. I had a horrible dream that MomFish, Maggie (yes, the dog) and some Native American guy (that I supposedly knew) died in a car accident. In the dream though, this had already happened a long time ago, and I had forgotten about it until I had called Dave to chat. It was strange...and horrible. It was so real. I just kept crying. My chest hurt from the heaving sobs. I guess, it was more like I was bawling. It was just so real. When I woke up, I almost called her right then and there (4am).
The other dream I had was also strange. Nailz and I lived back in Vermtowne and we were driving by this gas station. Parked beside the gas station, kind of out of the way, was a really cool looking old 'Vette. It was this really interesting color of red, yet more like a watery wine and sparkly like a bowling ball. The gas station was selling it for $1100. It had been for sale for a long time, and so I convinced Nailz that she should buy it, even though she didn't really think that car was all that great. I think I had convinced her by telling her that if she bought that car, I would trade her for mine. *shakes head in utter confusion* She wrote a check for it, but then all of sudden it was night time and the gas station was closed. So then Nailz came back to her senses, said she didn't want to buy the car, and I kept thinking about whether or not our word was taken that we would buy the car. It was strange. So then in the morning we go back to the gas station to apologize and offer our solution to the seller's problem. We figured, we could borrow it and drive it around town, go into the bars that night and really talk it up and then sell it for more than $1100. Weirdest thing is--the gas station guy totally went for it.
So I guess that is it. I apologize for any misspellings or typos today, I am not going back to edit. I am tired and my bed is calling my name. Oyasumi nasai!