It's back.

My symbolic animal showed up again...twice. It's really weirdin' me out. It was e-mailed to me two days ago, and today it was on one of the HUGE slides in art class.

Right now I've just come home from a film screening ( Diantha's Crossing....it's a keeper) by the oh-so-fabulous actress/director Barta Heiner. Loooove it.

As soon as I've gotten home ( after having my necessary breakdown time in an undisclosed local) I've kicked off my shoes and decided to blog. Blogging allows me to write down a few of my more interesting dreams ( not the "I wanna be a rockstar when I grow up." ones. The " It's a good thing I was asleep for that" ones.) or analogous controversial thoughts in the form of metaphor.

Oh, I also forgot to mention that I went to a children's interpretive dance recital. Moving. I hearted it. The song "The Call" by Regina Spektor was used in one of the best dances. I have always had a thing ( since I started making up complicated stories in my head...so like 3-years-old) with the premortal existance. This song reminds me what I would have said to my friends before we were born.

I just figured out that Regina Spektor and Imogen Heap are different people. They sound so similar.....no wait...I still have no excuse.

Oh, thanks Miada and Idon'tneedone for seeing me at work today. StrongOpinion also cam to see me at home today. It was nice to remember I have delightful comradettes.

Right now I think I'm going to chill out. I bought food at the Cougareat today, so I should feel totally indulged. I will just read "Fatherless in Galilee" and paint my toenails something remarkable, while sitting alone on my bed. HEAVEN. I found it! Man, that saved me a lot of time. To think it was right here the whole time.

I love you!