Hoot Friday

Apparently "Thesis Day" means "all-day nap" in my mind. This day fully comprised itself of napping, waffles, and Game of Thrones. Brunch was a great time. Now I still want to sleep, so this entry is going to be short. Didn't much think on anything today, all I have to say is caffeine addiction is a bad thing.

Nap Dreams

The beginning of this past week carried with it the beginning of finals work. Meaning sleepless nights, watching the sun rise, and possible mental breakdowns because of the mind-boggling workload. The week started off with a magazine class portfolio due on Tuesday where the last article was near 3000 words—and a night capping out at 6AM. Little sleeping happened that night so I tried to make up for it Tuesday afternoon. Usually I’m all for naps, they remind me of a simpler time when all I worried about was snack time and where to lay down my Lion King sleeping bag. Turns out this nap ruined my sleep schedule for the entire week resulting in even more naps. One thing I’ve found about my naps is that the REM cycle comes faster than normal. This means more dreams. Today I got to enjoy a terrifying dream involving vampires, Eddard Stark, my elementary school, the police, a party house, and an indoor bounce palace.

Basically I kept getting chased by vampires (horrifying ones not attractive ones) and ran through different areas. I have no idea why Eddard Stark showed up in the bounce palace but he quite possibly saved my dream life. The vampires themselves combined a lot of different aspects from vampire lore. They had terribly long nails; one scratch turned you into a vampire and the second meant death. It started in a house racing through the rooms running away from the police. Suddenly I’m in my elementary school listening to someone giving a speech with one step through an archway Eddard Stark’s screaming at me to run. “Vampires are coming.”

Although the dream was terrifying it’s not the contents of the dream that shocked me. Noises kept sporadically waking me up, drifting in and out of sleep made no difference to the dream. Even when I woke up and tried to think of something else the dream storyline stayed the same. Lucid dreaming always came easily but this time ‘round it was all terror all the time. Might start keeping a dream journal or just post the interesting ones here. Just thought the storyline staying consistent regardless of the sleep-cycle interruption was a tad odd. 

Might As Well Start

This is not my first jaunt into the social media world of the internet. I'm on them all twitter, Facebook, tumblr, YouTube, Flickr. Here I want to put something different everything I’ve done before has been at least in my mind too unfocused. I started tumblr because I thought it would be fun and it is but I want somewhere with just my thoughts and my work. Tumblr all too oft allows me to constantly reblog other people’s thoughts and ideas; here I want my perceptions aired fully. That being said everything posted will have to do with my life. Absolutely no trash talking. (The rule is more for me than anyone else) These words will have to do with what is going on in my life, what I’m reading or watching—and yes I am basically a full-fledged nerd so that will come out too. Thankfully the powers that be who bequeathed onto me these odd interests also gave me astounding physical beauty. I’ll try to post daily, some maybe short some long. Please read and enjoy!