my bed and random rants about spelling
September 23, 2001 at 11:06 p.m.
I don't sleep alone.
No, get your mind out of the gutter. I just realized that I never sleep alone in this bed. It's always a clutter, but maybe the clutter means something.
In the far left corner, I have a big painting sitting that Michele made 2 years-ish ago. I wanted to hang it on the wall, but for some reason, it desires to sit on the corner, looking at me. Right next to my head sits my little boom box. I listen to the BBC at night to lull me to sleep and then it sit on all night until it wakes me up at the crack of 8am :)
I have this stuffed cow that I keep rolling on top of that moos 3 times everytime it's pressed. That gets weird.
Which reminds me of something completely off the subject - I could never seriously marry a man that could not get his "your"" and "you're" correct in the proper context. Or "its" and "it's." Get it right people!!! My last dear boy-friend surprised me once with a banana with a note on it that read "your apeeling" on it... and even though it was cute, that spelling continues to irk me.
Or once I had a serious boy-friend that sent me an adorable picture of the two of us together, and on the back he wrote "I sware, I could hold onto that moment forever." I had to have him look in the dictionary to convince him there was no such word as "sware." Now don't get mad, I was not rude, but after a few months I saw him continuously spelling it funky and had to help the poor guy out. That's what happens when you keep dropping outta college because you'd rather date full time.
But I digress....
But back to my weird sleeping habits... I sleep with my life wrapped at the foot of the bed... my homework, my scriptures, my sweaters, my music, my guitar sometimes...
I really miss my family, but if I can't have them, at least I can still have chaos anywhere I need it.
SUPERCRACK is treadin' water here...