Hip and Homeless (manimalogy) wrote,
Hip and Homeless
manimalogy

Sometimes You Don't Realize What You've Done

I woke up at 10:30 today because I was having a terrifying dream. It was an alien invasion dream which clearly had elements of Signs in it because there was some sort of metallic little tower thing in our crops in our front yard that drew them in. In the dream I was falling asleep on a bench swing on the front porch when I noticed a concentration of red lights around a large white light. Then one of the red lights sort of hurtled headlong for the tower then brought up a kind of hand-like electric field. And then it was just apparent that they were trying to take over the world so I ran inside to pack clothes during which process I started to shove in dresses, entire outfits, multiple pairs of shoes, jewelry, my journal, and family photos. But the keepsakes were only an after thought. Also, I had music on and Brian came in and told me I was crazy because I was attracting attention, which, I was because what the fuck? Then I sort of was on the stairs and could see into my room where there was a brown-ish grey alien, covered in what looked like that cylon shit that holds their basestars together, holding a gun. I sort of crawled into the doorway and slowly dragged by bag out of the room and ran. And then my body woke me up because I think I was having a panic attack from just the imagined presence of an alien so close.

I'm not sure I really have anything else interesting to say. I need a job so desperately that I've been participating in little studies. The first one was a sleep/cognition study wherein they showed me a poor little child who had gotten his feet reattached after they were severed by a runaway car. It started out all cute: mom and son are going to visit dad at work, then, BAM, frankenbaby. But I got paid $20 in cash for 45 minutes of filling out paperwork. The other study I'm doing is about eyes and learning (I really don't know, his command of the English language, while better than mine of Japanese, leaves me confused), but I get put in a dark room about the size of a small walk-in closet to stare at a screen that flashes dots at me. It's 12 days long, but it pays $96 in cash at the end so I'm OK with that. Also I have an interview with Uno's so hopefully I'll have at least a part-time job that leaves me with some cash everyday.

I also have been playing Majora's Mask, which is definitely the worst Zelda ever, and I just got the Sims 3. I made a Scottish guy so far, who, Zach pointed out to me, looks like Robert Pattinson just with red hair. The most disturbing thing is that I was not going for that. I'm not going to lie, I considered making the Twilight characters, but even I'm not that crazy. But I guess even considering it is too close to writing terrible fanfiction about how romantic Edward is. BUT I'm not there yet.
Tags: dreams, video games, work
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