The weather, and a dream
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la_belle_laideThis is stuff I wrote yesterday:
Ice storm for the win! It rained all day yesterday and flooded my yard. Then it froze overnight. Tires trapped in about five inches of ice, the entire yard an uneven skating rink of doom. The dogs are hating it. I can hardly believe what it looks like out there, like a pond that froze over. Ah well, when you live a few yards away from the swamp on one side and the bay on the other, with the ocean a few miles to the third side, you get lots of water. It's emmeffing cold, do I need to specify that? Like, today the wind chill was one degree. One stinkin' degree, I'm talking about Farenheit here. Right now the wind chill is 4. (Most of you who know me already know that I obsess over weather like no other, right?) But this is good, this is right. It's winter, it should be ball-freezingly cold. It's what puts summer into such sharp relief. I like extremes where they belong. Sure this is uncomfortable, sure my nips get to work before I do, and yes, I wear long johns up to my ribs and basically cry when getting into my car in the morning, but it's the way it should be. I kind of need this extreme. I was looking at pictures and videos I took over the summer, actually, and I longed for it so much that it hurt. But it's good to long for things, otherwise we stop appreciating them. Plus, there's something empowering about surviving Long Island winters (when they are what they're supposed to be, I mean.)
God, I talk like I live in Fargo or something, or Alaska. ;)
Here's something funny, all last Sunday I was all, "Xin nian kuai le, year of the Boar, WOOHOO! Aww, too bad I missed Chinese New Year in Chinatown, WAHHH! Angst! Now it's over!" And only today I realized that the 18th does indeed come after the 11th. I mean, it was such a revelation to me, like, Oh my god, the new year hasn't gone yet! Seriously, wtf is wrong with me?
Oh, incidentally, I've been up to the final boss battle in Twilight Princess for a few days now, and I'm just not ready to go through with it. I mean, I could beat it, sure, but I'm not ready--spiritually, emotionally, mentally. I think I'll do it this weekend when I have a few free hours to sit there and go, "Oh, wow. And now it's over WAAAHHH!" I rely too much on distractions.
And this is stuff I'm writing tonight, Friday:
Guess where I'm going tomorrow night? To see Turandot with a friend from work! (And her husband and their family friend.) I'm so excited I could pee. I've never actually seen the opera before. Well, Tai Chi first, and then Hula (I think?) and then I'm going out shopping with Ma for a while to see if I can't find a winter coat (I do not own one) and a nice shirt to wear tomorrow night. Then dinner at a Turkish restaurant and the opera! I'm sick like crazy, I hope I don't have a coughing or sneezing fit during the opera, that would be terrible. Originally I was going to finish Twilight Princess tomorrow night and just bask in that, but dude, TURANDOT.
Work today was pure madness, we were, of course, overbooked and there was, again, a ten minute period where I was holding a dog because we didn't have a kennel for him and I had to wait on Jennel and Casse to shuffle some dogs around for him. And a ton of Friday emegencies, as per usual, especially before a long weekend / holiday. Once again it was cold as a penguin's nuts, and being outside for any length of time was like whoa. (And we in the kennel are outside for long periods of time.) I took some dogs out for their walks and Jack Frost raped me, true story.
I do not look forward to Sunday, when, it appears, I will be outside with Ariel again for four hours. I like the sweet thing and she's a joy, but holy god, four hours outdoors by the cetacean tank and it's going to be about ten degrees when the sun goes down, no hyperbole. Ten degrees.
I had the weirdest dream last night. I had a dream that I was watching a movie about Twilight Princess and Link had to beat Ganon, and he had to train as a pilot to do this, and then make an appointlemt to beat him (No doubt this is due to my hangup about putting away a certain time to finish the game.) In the dream, though, it was a big to-do, and lots of people were invited to come watch him win. Then, the day before the appointment, I began to wonder if he could actually win, because he didn't seem well. At this point--as I always do in my dreams when someone looks like they need help--I step in and become the person who needs help. So I became Link and I was trying to tell this group of people that I really wasn't ready to fight Ganon, because there was an alien living inside my head that really wanted to take over the world and who hated airplanes, and I had better get rid of the alien before I turned into it and started to do bad things. Except no one believed me, because for the first time ever in any of my dreams, they knew it was me in there and not the character I was trying to help. So then I went to the beach instead. I have a particular beach that I always dream about, though I've never been there in real life (just like certain places always look the same to me in dreams, even though they're nothing like what they are in real life.) I jumped into the water and swam out, but was only there a few seconds before realizing that a shark was chasing me. Wuite calmly, I swam back to shore and pulled myself out of the water. (There was a cliff underwater that I had to climb in order to get out. It was about two feet high, though.) I looked back down and saw the shark under the water; it was black. Next to it was a black polar bear and they were both crowding around something stuck in the sand. I looked closer and saw it was a Chinese throwing star. ai kept trying to get the throwing star out of the water, because the polar bear kept trying to eat it and it kept sticking him, and I didn't want them to get hurt. Also, I wanted the throwing star. But everytime I would try to get it, the shark would try to eat me. I went looking for a long stick to put into the water to get the star, and before I found one, I woke up. Weird, huh?
Well, I have this idea for a scene in my head and I'm excited to write it, but I'm still choking on how to get there. And here I am, writing about writing the story instaed of writing it. I should remedy that.
Ice storm for the win! It rained all day yesterday and flooded my yard. Then it froze overnight. Tires trapped in about five inches of ice, the entire yard an uneven skating rink of doom. The dogs are hating it. I can hardly believe what it looks like out there, like a pond that froze over. Ah well, when you live a few yards away from the swamp on one side and the bay on the other, with the ocean a few miles to the third side, you get lots of water. It's emmeffing cold, do I need to specify that? Like, today the wind chill was one degree. One stinkin' degree, I'm talking about Farenheit here. Right now the wind chill is 4. (Most of you who know me already know that I obsess over weather like no other, right?) But this is good, this is right. It's winter, it should be ball-freezingly cold. It's what puts summer into such sharp relief. I like extremes where they belong. Sure this is uncomfortable, sure my nips get to work before I do, and yes, I wear long johns up to my ribs and basically cry when getting into my car in the morning, but it's the way it should be. I kind of need this extreme. I was looking at pictures and videos I took over the summer, actually, and I longed for it so much that it hurt. But it's good to long for things, otherwise we stop appreciating them. Plus, there's something empowering about surviving Long Island winters (when they are what they're supposed to be, I mean.)
God, I talk like I live in Fargo or something, or Alaska. ;)
Here's something funny, all last Sunday I was all, "Xin nian kuai le, year of the Boar, WOOHOO! Aww, too bad I missed Chinese New Year in Chinatown, WAHHH! Angst! Now it's over!" And only today I realized that the 18th does indeed come after the 11th. I mean, it was such a revelation to me, like, Oh my god, the new year hasn't gone yet! Seriously, wtf is wrong with me?
Oh, incidentally, I've been up to the final boss battle in Twilight Princess for a few days now, and I'm just not ready to go through with it. I mean, I could beat it, sure, but I'm not ready--spiritually, emotionally, mentally. I think I'll do it this weekend when I have a few free hours to sit there and go, "Oh, wow. And now it's over WAAAHHH!" I rely too much on distractions.
And this is stuff I'm writing tonight, Friday:
Guess where I'm going tomorrow night? To see Turandot with a friend from work! (And her husband and their family friend.) I'm so excited I could pee. I've never actually seen the opera before. Well, Tai Chi first, and then Hula (I think?) and then I'm going out shopping with Ma for a while to see if I can't find a winter coat (I do not own one) and a nice shirt to wear tomorrow night. Then dinner at a Turkish restaurant and the opera! I'm sick like crazy, I hope I don't have a coughing or sneezing fit during the opera, that would be terrible. Originally I was going to finish Twilight Princess tomorrow night and just bask in that, but dude, TURANDOT.
Work today was pure madness, we were, of course, overbooked and there was, again, a ten minute period where I was holding a dog because we didn't have a kennel for him and I had to wait on Jennel and Casse to shuffle some dogs around for him. And a ton of Friday emegencies, as per usual, especially before a long weekend / holiday. Once again it was cold as a penguin's nuts, and being outside for any length of time was like whoa. (And we in the kennel are outside for long periods of time.) I took some dogs out for their walks and Jack Frost raped me, true story.
I do not look forward to Sunday, when, it appears, I will be outside with Ariel again for four hours. I like the sweet thing and she's a joy, but holy god, four hours outdoors by the cetacean tank and it's going to be about ten degrees when the sun goes down, no hyperbole. Ten degrees.
I had the weirdest dream last night. I had a dream that I was watching a movie about Twilight Princess and Link had to beat Ganon, and he had to train as a pilot to do this, and then make an appointlemt to beat him (No doubt this is due to my hangup about putting away a certain time to finish the game.) In the dream, though, it was a big to-do, and lots of people were invited to come watch him win. Then, the day before the appointment, I began to wonder if he could actually win, because he didn't seem well. At this point--as I always do in my dreams when someone looks like they need help--I step in and become the person who needs help. So I became Link and I was trying to tell this group of people that I really wasn't ready to fight Ganon, because there was an alien living inside my head that really wanted to take over the world and who hated airplanes, and I had better get rid of the alien before I turned into it and started to do bad things. Except no one believed me, because for the first time ever in any of my dreams, they knew it was me in there and not the character I was trying to help. So then I went to the beach instead. I have a particular beach that I always dream about, though I've never been there in real life (just like certain places always look the same to me in dreams, even though they're nothing like what they are in real life.) I jumped into the water and swam out, but was only there a few seconds before realizing that a shark was chasing me. Wuite calmly, I swam back to shore and pulled myself out of the water. (There was a cliff underwater that I had to climb in order to get out. It was about two feet high, though.) I looked back down and saw the shark under the water; it was black. Next to it was a black polar bear and they were both crowding around something stuck in the sand. I looked closer and saw it was a Chinese throwing star. ai kept trying to get the throwing star out of the water, because the polar bear kept trying to eat it and it kept sticking him, and I didn't want them to get hurt. Also, I wanted the throwing star. But everytime I would try to get it, the shark would try to eat me. I went looking for a long stick to put into the water to get the star, and before I found one, I woke up. Weird, huh?
Well, I have this idea for a scene in my head and I'm excited to write it, but I'm still choking on how to get there. And here I am, writing about writing the story instaed of writing it. I should remedy that.
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hee hee
Date: 2007-02-17 01:32 am (UTC)you go!
LOL
Re: hee hee
Date: 2007-02-17 01:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-17 03:14 am (UTC)Have you been doing all the extra stuff in Twilight Princess? Bug hunting and things like that?
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Date: 2007-02-17 03:44 am (UTC)I've done the extra stuff that I found, and I supposed I could go back and find the last of the Poes (I don't even know what you get for them,) but I'm right at the end and I want to see how it ends. At the same time though, I don't want it to end.
I'll definitely play it again if I ever get my hands on the Wii. But the first time is always the best.