Dreams & Reality (what is wrong with me anyways)

Right around 3am I had a very vivid dream that I had these crazy insane cramps. Like it was hurting sooo bad I couldn't stand up straight.
In my dream, that is.
In reality I was sleeping, so naturally laying down.
Then I woke up and took 3 advil.
Then, right before I woke up at 7:50am (in my dreams I hit snooze but I don't know... it somehow didn't transfer) I was snuggled up on a plush couch with Beyonce while we were watching Angelina Jolie do a cover of one of her songs. I have to say she had a decent voice, Angie, but it was obviously nothing like the real deal. And I also, me and Beyonce kind of got a feeling she was mocking her, especially with the outfit... neon green daisy dukes and hooker boots. Queen B did not approve.
Then I had to go to work.

Another silent rejection

Got another friend request on facebook today.
Another student or something that I'm sure I've met and that I'm sure is very nice and that I'm sure I'll meet again.
But no.
Not on my facebook.
I'm starting to draw the line. I got a late start separating my professional life and my personal life, so some people are already on the wrong side of that line.
But now that it's drawn, you guys can stop sending me requests. Or you can keep sending them and I can keep ignoring them.
Which ever works.

International family time

Spent a family packed weekend out in Buhl.
Love the fam and all, but only so much at a time, porfa. My dad, all the in-laws, cousins... and a new exchange student from the Czech Republic who's been dropped out in nowhere, redneck Buhl America, poor poor thing....

My mom called yesterday, as she always does on Sunday mornings, and I talked to her in the kitchen of Mary and Micah's new home, while the rest were watching football in the living room. The whole time Codee, 5 years old, kept running around me, giggling, and as soon as I hung up, she was like
"You was spoke Spanish!!"
and I told her
"No I didn't...."
"Yes, you did!"
"It wasn't Spanish..."
"Chinese..?"
"Nope"
"Mexican?"

Truly helping or just scoring karma points?

Last night I drove out to WalMart (to purchase a phone card I cannot possibly get anywhere else, I try not to shop there, ok? don’t judge. anyways ) and as I parked the car there was a guy, in the 40+ age range, sitting on the street corner, holding a sign.
I walked in a little bit of a loop to be able to read the sign, which said Hungry.
And then I went into the store.
I bought him a roast beef and cheddar sandwich. It took me forever to decide, not whether or not to buy anything, but what to buy.
Should I get a hot meal? Something from the deli? Does he like chicken? Fruit?

Once I had finally decided on a sandwich, roast beef seemed heartier than tuna… and then they were out of mayo, so I put back the mustard packages I had grabbed since I didn’t want it to seem like I didn’t think he should have mayo and I figured it would be awkward to stand out there, screaming over traffic, that I’m sorry but unfortunately they were out of mayo!

Anyways, grocery bags and sandwich in hand, I walked across the parking lot and over to him. He stood up as I got closer, hesitantly lowering the sign. I said “I got you a sandwich… I don’t know what you like, I hope it’s ok?” and cursed myself for not having asked before I went into the store. How hard would that have been?
Hey, I’m gonna grab you some food, what kinda stuff do you like?

His name was Sean. He said thank you so much for the sandwich and wished me a good night.
As I drove home, at first I felt pretty good about myself. I texted Dylan “I just bought some food for a homeless dude” Then I realized, how do I know he’s homeless? And who am I to just assume he’ll be thrilled with roast beef? Because he’s sitting on a sidewalk, he can’t be choosy? Should just appreciate anything?
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
His name was Sean and next time I see a Sean I’m going to ask what kind of food he likes.

Super cute

Last night I cried for an hour before going to bed. When I woke up I had some yellow crap in my eyes and now it looks like I have allergies/haven't slept in a week/an eye infection ...
One of those or a combination of all.
It's great. Super cute.
If you're into gremlins.

Don't Ask

My work computer thought it'd fun to switch things up, apparently, and changed my search engine from Google to Ask.
What the hell is Ask, you may ask?
A shitty, useless search engine, is what it is I will tell you.
Google is a site that became a verb. Ask is a verb trying to be a site.
Stop trying Ask.

Nights are getting cooler

Dylan's department had a get-together last night.
Last time they did an all inclusive departmental thing like that I was insanely bored, hungry and grumpy since nobody would talk to me, they served  ribs, beer and a bacon infused potato salad (which to a non-beer drinking veggo offers little to be excited about) and the professor hosting it really just kind of struck me as an arrogant bastard.
But last night there was a new host, some new people, a huge selection of veggies, dips and breads (still ribs though, maybe there's some strange connection between Political Science and ribs..?) and sure, plenty of beer, but also red wine to be enjoyed on back porch while the evening got cool and people talked about other things than how to clime the academic career ladder.
Nice.

Kikus!

Dylan's birthday is coming up and somehow I'm getting new skis. I don't know where the logic is in that but I don't care.
Ladies and Gents, this season I will be skiing Vokl's Kiku.
Holy snowballs, I know.
It's like a bad ass ski for the ladies who rip and shred and all that ski lingo.
I don't know that I can handle it.
But, you know... challenge accepted.

Lessons from Montana

I prefer having people around me.
Except when they're redneck-wannabe children, chugging whiskey, shooting guns and being assholes.
It'd be nice to have a dog when you camp. (and possibly at other times too)
Bozeman is a pretty cool town.
Fried sushi with cheese is spectacularly good. It pains me to say that the least authentic dish on the menu was by far my favorite. But it was. So, so good.