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Feb. 28th, 2004 05:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I'm wearing a deep purple crushed velvet oversized shirt, and feel very luxurious but also messy and lazy, because I gave up trying to sleep at 10:30 or so this morning and I have been laying in blankets watching tv ever since. Dee has been a very snuggly old dog today. Homer has been obnoxious as usual. Aunt G. has been in pain as usual. I used to be more sympathetic but there's only so much sympathy you can be guilted into feeling. I'm obligated to give one extended foot massage and one baked apple crisp. I found out I was supposed to work today, which I didn't know because I didn't pick up a schedule because I didn't expect to be scheduled this week because I still don't have a food handler's card, but I called and explained and Manager D. said ok that's fine. I was going to quit when I called but I chickened out because he was so nice about it. It's already dark in the house. Gus Van Sant is having a casting call tommorrow for extras for his next movie which is set in Portland and is a mockumentary or something about a grunge rock star. I like Gus Van Sant. Maybe I will go tomorrow with a sortof cousin who is really into acting. It's funny that a couple years ago I'd have been jumping at the chance. Ah, the musical theatre days. Now I mostly only want to do it if I can earn money to put in savings for travel expenses. I got woken up a lot of times last night by the dogs and the aunt, and I remember being frustrated because I thought my subconscious mind was figuring something important out and I wanted to know what it was. Obviously I was a bit sleep-addled, but I do wish I could have figured out what I was figuring out. I watched a documentary this morning on Discovery about these high-ranking military guys who were training for some special mission where they would be skydiving from airplanes a lot, and they had to learn how to control their movements in the air during freefall. They initially trained in this wind tunnel, and it looked so fun. Really cool too, how just by moving an arm a certain way or leaning slightly to one side, they could zoom to the left or zoom to the right or spin around or slowly move in a circle or etc. I want to learn how to fly a plane. I want to go skydiving. Did you know New Zealand is the birthplace of bungee jumping? When I was a kid I wanted to have the ability to fly and in fifth grade I convinced myself that by that summer, I would have somehow grown wings. My best friend and I made wings by cutting out teardrop shapes out of cardboard and gluing on feathers that we'd found, and then we'd attach them to our backs and jump off the bed, hoping we'd figure out how to fly. I think my best friend was humoring me, but she was always making slippers out of baby diapers so she's not one to talk.
I'm wearing a deep purple crushed velvet oversized shirt, and feel very luxurious but also messy and lazy, because I gave up trying to sleep at 10:30 or so this morning and I have been laying in blankets watching tv ever since. Dee has been a very snuggly old dog today. Homer has been obnoxious as usual. Aunt G. has been in pain as usual. I used to be more sympathetic but there's only so much sympathy you can be guilted into feeling. I'm obligated to give one extended foot massage and one baked apple crisp. I found out I was supposed to work today, which I didn't know because I didn't pick up a schedule because I didn't expect to be scheduled this week because I still don't have a food handler's card, but I called and explained and Manager D. said ok that's fine. I was going to quit when I called but I chickened out because he was so nice about it. It's already dark in the house. Gus Van Sant is having a casting call tommorrow for extras for his next movie which is set in Portland and is a mockumentary or something about a grunge rock star. I like Gus Van Sant. Maybe I will go tomorrow with a sortof cousin who is really into acting. It's funny that a couple years ago I'd have been jumping at the chance. Ah, the musical theatre days. Now I mostly only want to do it if I can earn money to put in savings for travel expenses. I got woken up a lot of times last night by the dogs and the aunt, and I remember being frustrated because I thought my subconscious mind was figuring something important out and I wanted to know what it was. Obviously I was a bit sleep-addled, but I do wish I could have figured out what I was figuring out. I watched a documentary this morning on Discovery about these high-ranking military guys who were training for some special mission where they would be skydiving from airplanes a lot, and they had to learn how to control their movements in the air during freefall. They initially trained in this wind tunnel, and it looked so fun. Really cool too, how just by moving an arm a certain way or leaning slightly to one side, they could zoom to the left or zoom to the right or spin around or slowly move in a circle or etc. I want to learn how to fly a plane. I want to go skydiving. Did you know New Zealand is the birthplace of bungee jumping? When I was a kid I wanted to have the ability to fly and in fifth grade I convinced myself that by that summer, I would have somehow grown wings. My best friend and I made wings by cutting out teardrop shapes out of cardboard and gluing on feathers that we'd found, and then we'd attach them to our backs and jump off the bed, hoping we'd figure out how to fly. I think my best friend was humoring me, but she was always making slippers out of baby diapers so she's not one to talk.
