I accidentally touched my head and saw that it was bleeding, for how long I didn’t know…

I had a weird but good weekend. I didn’t really do much because I was in that lazy stay at home and cuddle sort of mood, so Saturday Stevie came over to spend the night and we were supposed to have this huge Bela Lugosi Horrorthon, which failed miserably. We got distracted, cooking, and then guitar hero, and then Arrested Development, a failed attempt to watch The Wiz. By the time we popped in our first Lugosi feature, The Invisble Ghost, Stevie and I knocked out 5 minutes into it.

Stevie’s cell phone woke me up. I had this dream that made me a bit uneasy the whole day. So I’m walking into my room and on the floor there’s two lions and they’re just tearing the flesh off each other until there’s only a pile of bones. There was blood all over my bedroom walls and I could feel myself frozen in shock. Ahh, seriously it was the most gruesome dream I’ve ever had.

Anyway, If I happen to die before Ron Howard, would you please have him narrate my funeral? And will you please tell Shauna Robertson that I owe her my life?! The uprising is beginning. hahaha.

I’m really loving taking PCH to work now. Instead of coming straight to work I made a stop at Balboa Island, I hadn’t been there in a while, in fact I think I’ve avoided going there. When I got there I had one of those “and it goes fast, you think of the past” sort of moments.

 

 I bought a veggie works burrito from Del Taco and sat and wrote for half an hour, I just really had to write out this little piece that has been in my head all week. I write too much. I should stop.

~ by Ashley Aguirre on January 7, 2008.