about three hours ago, when my sweetie was about to go to work, i woke up feeling sweaty and sick. so i told him i was gonna go back to bed, and put on some warm clothes (to make up for the nuclear heater leaving for work)and went right back to sleep.
i get weird-ass dreams when i'm sick. i dreamt up this incredible apart ment, and the 3rd bedroom (!) had 3 gorgeous fish tanks with really exoticfish, and there were also fish in the bathtub. the bathtub that was in that room.
and that wasn't even all... i had a cousin there with me, a boy, who was older than me, and was trying to look after me, cuz i was about 18, and i hadn't met ChiRex yet. and in real life all my cousins are younger than me; this guy was completely made up. and two of my best girlfriends from highschool were visiting.
so, back to the real... i did go with dad to the natural history museum on tuesday. we killed about an hour there, talking about movies. its funny, it's hard to have a conversation in that museum, because inevitably we started changing the subject to what we were seeing in front of us. i've loved museums since i was very little. i realized i could read in a museum, which is one of my favorite memories, dashing from plaque to plaque calling out DO NOT TOUCH and " There is no smoking allowed in the museum as it damages the exhibits. Thank you."
i was a strange little girl,but i had a lot of fun.
what was the first thing you ever read by yourself?
i get weird-ass dreams when i'm sick. i dreamt up this incredible apart ment, and the 3rd bedroom (!) had 3 gorgeous fish tanks with really exoticfish, and there were also fish in the bathtub. the bathtub that was in that room.
and that wasn't even all... i had a cousin there with me, a boy, who was older than me, and was trying to look after me, cuz i was about 18, and i hadn't met ChiRex yet. and in real life all my cousins are younger than me; this guy was completely made up. and two of my best girlfriends from highschool were visiting.
so, back to the real... i did go with dad to the natural history museum on tuesday. we killed about an hour there, talking about movies. its funny, it's hard to have a conversation in that museum, because inevitably we started changing the subject to what we were seeing in front of us. i've loved museums since i was very little. i realized i could read in a museum, which is one of my favorite memories, dashing from plaque to plaque calling out DO NOT TOUCH and " There is no smoking allowed in the museum as it damages the exhibits. Thank you."
i was a strange little girl,but i had a lot of fun.
what was the first thing you ever read by yourself?
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My reading satori occured at three when I was jelous of my 5.5 year old sister reading so I sat down with Hop on Pop until it made sense. Which was about 3 weeks ago.
i had a weird dream about a week ago
heres a link
Yippee Kaya Mother Fucker!
glad you had a good time with your pop and hope your feeling better
the first thing i read by myself hmm.. probably the pokey little puppy or bertram and the rhinoceros
aaaah to be a kid again
xoxo
lmh
[Edited on Jun 06, 2003]