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So my dream last night was really um...well weird. I was walking up and down a high street in Britain and I walked into this one shop that was really girly and kind of hippy..lots of evil pink and purple things..and the shopkeeper was this young woman that kept staring at me..and if staring at me counts as hitting on me then she was DEFINITELY hitting on me. So I continue down the high street la di da di dah it was all uni students and a bunch of Brucelings were at the end of the high street doing whatever Brucelings do (i. e. smoke, drink, party, and be really cool college kids). So I walked back up the high street and ended up in that same shop where the shop keeper greeted me this time with a giant "HEEEEEEELO!" and a hug and then made me sit down on a rug right by the door and drink some tea......but then I decided that this was too creepy and I was going to go back to my car and all of a sudden it was nightfall. So I walk across the street to the parking lot and it's a little bit darker in the parking lot and it's surrounded by trees and Gabi and Brandon are just getting into another red car down from me but I think Brandon was drunk which is unheard of but anyway.
Meh...I don't feel like telling you all the rest...let's just say that it involves British brucelings drinking and partying, my GS troop and I trying to cross this giant semi-frozen river on a bridge that was frozen and slippery (this was to get to the British brucelings that were partying on the other side in a heated, covered patio that much reminds me of my old house), giant, fire-breathing monster people that tried to eat my car up (but did manage to eat Gabi and drunk Blo - sorry guys) and which I only escaped by stunt driving my car (and the only reason I know how to do that was from a previous dream with the same car-eating, fire-breaking, giant monster people in it that could elevate the tar and send ripples through the ground). But hey, the giant, fire-breathing, car, Gabi, and Blo-eating monster person thingy smiled at me as I drove away...
And the night before that involved all my guy friends - in normal settings. Now THAT was weird. Alan was at Cooper, Cole was downstairs in McConnell with some other LDS guy that he'd introduced me too, and Jerremy was...well I don't remember where he was. But yeah...
Jenn: I need to pee but i'm not bothered to get up
Me: um..well I suggest going to go pee before you go to bed.
All of you who know me know that I don't deal with incompetent people. People/things that have recently been added to my incompetency list:
1. The Post Office machine. Nifty machine - eliminates needing to stand in line to be served by equally incompentent people. I have a letter and I weigh it and go through the WHOLE process on the machine when it determines that the postage would be 40 cents. It then asked me if I would like to purchase this .40 stamp. I hit yes because I wanted to purchase the stamp, only to have the machine tell me that I couldn't purchase less than $5.00. THEN WHY DID THE BLOODY MACHINE ASK ME IF I WANTED TO BUY A $.40 STAMP????
2. The equally-incompetent people that work at the PO. I understand that sometimes a piece of someone else's mail might get stuck in between two of mine and I'd have to deal with someone else's mail. But when 4/6 (66.666% for you non-math people) of my mail is clearly addressed to a DIFFERENT person at a DIFFERENT p.o. box, then I really do begin to wonder (and get massively pissed at their incompetence).
3. People that don't know how to use a drive-up postbox. That's right, a drive-up one. You know, one that you DRIVE UP to. Driving up to a postbox does not mean parallel parking in the adjacent parking lot so that you are taking up a grand total of four spaces and then running in front of my car waving you arms frantically and popping your letters into the "drive-up" postbox. Becuase if that were do, then "driving up" and "running over" would be the same thing.
4. Generally incompetent people: Case 1 - In Woodlands Market, all the streets are one way, and are CLEARLY marked so. Each intersection has "ONE WAY -->" signs and "NO LEFT TURN" signs in nice, big, coloured letters/symbols so that idiots will understand them. Then there are the imbeciles that try to kill me by taking a left at one of these intersection into oncoming traffic (i. e. ME) after clearning seeing all the signs, looking both ways ( and therefore SEEING ME COMING) and THEN deciding to take a left. Case 2 - idiots on Gosling Road that find it appropriate to pass me, WITH A DOUBLE YELLOW LINE, ON A BRIDGE, AT NIGHT, ON A CURVE, WITH ONCOMING TRAFFIC. Unfortunately, they didn't crash into anyone/thing :(.
I think that's enough ranting and raving for now.... |
