chochiyo_sama

I feel like invisible ninjas have stomped on me all night long.  My back aches.  I think I was so physically and emotionally exhausted that once I fell asleep, I just lay there like a lead balloon.  Now I'm stiff and feel misaligned.

My painting class went well yesterday.  I am very pleased with the orange in my still life.  The apple looks like shit.  I'm quite pleased with the way my mannequin is shaping up.  When it is done, I will take a picture and post it up--like I did with my teapot.  This one is turning out much better than the teapot.  It isn't art, but I'm pleased with the fact that my objects at least look like the objects they are supposed to be.

I had weird dreams last night--three different dreams, all weird as shit.

The first one is fuzzy, but I know it was about some guy who murdered somebody.  But I have lost all the particulars.

The second one was about a woman who was a serial killer.  In the dream, she was Renee Zellweiger.  She was killing people off one by one.  The dream was very involved--but it is fading fast now. 

I remember her strangling people--all of whom were men, if I remember right--with some kind of long wire.  There were dead guys laying all over the yard.  I don't know why the stupid men didn't just get in their cars and drive away--but they didn't.  One guy must not have been quite dead after she strangled him--she had buried him in the sand right outside the front door, and he had managed to work just his hand and arm up through the sand.  It was hanging out and dangling along the ground, limp.

I heard someone saying the Lord's Prayer, and found some skinny older guy in a tiny room, on his knees praying and crying.  I told him he should just get in his car and drive away, but he said he was too scared.

Stupid man.  I'm sure he was her next victim, but I didn't actually see him killed.

The weird thing about Renee was that she seemed to feel really bad about killing all these people.  She was crying and saying she was sorry as she throttled one guy.

Heh.

I don't know why she didn't come after me, but she didn't.  Saving me for last, I suppose.

The third dream was bizarre.  I was in a hotel room, but it was like a conference room--and I was taking an art class or maybe TEACHING an art class with a bunch of kids.  A lot of them were hispanic.  My mom and sister Tammy were both there.  We had only rented this room for a few hours for the class.  There were two young housekeepers and a police/security type guy in the room, watching as we packed stuff up.  Mom and Tammy packed up and took off immediately. 

For some unknown reason, I had shitloads of stuff.  Boxes and boxes of stuff.

And I was sorting through stuff, because a lot of it was trash.  And the weirdest shit!  I found a shopping back full of potato peelings!  Why would I have a box of potato peelings??

And the drawers of the cabinets were full of weird stuff.  One drawer was full of  half used rolls of Rolaids. 

I even had an aquarium full of fish!!

It made no sense at all.

Mainly, I felt frustrated...and a little resentful that mom and Tammy didn't stay to help me load up all the stuff.

I wonder what that kind of dream means?  Too much stuff in my life?  Too much clutter?  That would be an appropriate evaluation, probably.

Well, it is after 10 am, and I need to eat breakfast.

I haven't taken my drugs yet either, so I better get on with it.

Today's list of goals:

• finish the laundry
• clean the dining room--including dusting and vacuuming and cleaning out the drawers and cabinets
• pick up the clutter in my bedroom
• start putting the doll clothes in the drawer carts I bought for that purpose.
• vacuum and dust my bedroom.
• cook something that I can eat the rest of the week--a hot dish or some soup or something.
• bake cookies.

That's enough for one day, I think.

The cookie baking is questionable.

It is a nice cool day for baking, though.

I have pissed away the whole morning again.

For one thing, I could not get my lazy butt out of bed--probably due to the fact that I stayed up till almost 3 am writing my rant.  On an up note, I got to send GG off to school wearing a pink lacy eye patch with ribbons on it this morning.  heh heh heh

It's not often I get to talk to my adopted "pirate" daughter before she goes to school--since she is in ENGLAND, and it's the middle of the night for me when she is frolicking off to school.  Heh heh.

Vicki Reiser called me early this morning--wanting to go to a movie.  I told her I could not, since I have to go to an acryllic painting class.  I signed up for it a long time ago--and forgot about it entirely.  The people from the art center called yesterday to remind me of it, so my plans to haul my garage sale crap to my sister-in-law's house are delayed till tomorrow--after the trip to the chiropractor.  Ah, well.  That's life.

I haven't painted in (literally) YEARS.  It will be interesting to see if I have any residual ability at all....heh

That's all I need--one more hobby to try to fit in.  Heheheheeheheh.

Yesterday I tried to go through a couple of my barbie boxes--trying to thin the collection and come up with some stuff to send Jeannie in Africa, who says that Barbie dolls are rare and extremely expensive there.  I have SO MANY of them that I can't even begin to enjoy them all--and I really do need to thin the collection out a bit...but the minute I hold them in my hands, I don't want to part with them.  It's my unbelievable ability to personify everything.  heh heh

I did sort out a little "chubby baby"--the precursor to Kelly dolls that never did quite capture the public the way the Kelly did.

  Well, this example is a poor one since both dolls look mentally impaired, but if you look at the baby doll, that is the basic shape of the doll.  I'll take a picture of it after I get back from painting...mine is much cuter.  And it is a duplicate to one I bought at Toys R Us many moons ago.  The doll I found I got at a garage sale, I think--but she is perfect other than needing a little taming of her hair (easily done).  I sorted out a bunch of the darling little outfits I made for the one I bought at TrU and plan to send them all to Jeannie.  I also sorted out a teen skipper doll, which is also a duplicate of one I own.  I figured I'll send her along as the "big sister"--I don't have as many clothes made for that size doll as I had no pattern.  i did make up one and sew a bunch of clothes for that size--but I love those so much, I hate to part with any of them...heh heh heh.  Same with the little baby doll, but I have a whole shoe box full of outfits I sewed for her.  The teen doll only has a dozen or so.

I can always make more...but they do consume a lot of time.

Any how.  I have to get off line as it is almost time to go, and I have not yet taken the meds I am supposed to have taken at about 7 am.  And now it is nearly noon.  Bad me.  Bad, bad me.

If I die, I have no one to blame but myself.

Or that masked dude with the machete hiding in my closet.