not a clue

I can't sleep.

Ever.

Or all I do is sleep.

read this

I have the biggest headache right now. baboombaboom. 

I dreamt last night that I was part of a beauty pageant that involved muppets. I had to come up with a performance that utilized them, so I decided to be the many armed Hindu God Kali, with muppet faces at the ends of my hands (good idea, right?)

Then at one point I had long hair extensions that reached my ankles. We were running through halls, and up ladders and going underground. I felt pretty with my really long hair, even though it was fake.... and ridiculously long.

Random + weird = dreams.

I've been wanting to go to India lately. And dance like this all the way there.

Man, I haven't blogged in a while... Sorry about that folks. I've been studying my brains off. I hate public speaking. Whenever I have to do any public speaking, I suddenly feel like my body is a strange suit that doesn't quite fit me, and I feel oddly aware of what my hands are doing. Last night I dreamed that I had to talk in front of all the galaxies. I just stood there. Frozen. With a face as red as candy apples.

Norma Shearer under the mistletoe.

I love this Holiday! I hope everyone had a very merry Christmas filled with lots and lots of Xs and Os.

oh my goodness.

I think I might like baking.

shoot.

a few reasons I resist this:

1. most women prefer baking (gender roles!)

2. anal people like baking (I'm not rigid!)

3. it's less spontaneous

(I can think on my feet, right?)

The good part about baking: 
Sweets. I mean... right?!

 NERDS, tomorrow is Christmas Eve! I feel like dancing. Dancing wild. Dancing like this:

Why is there not a year round chocolate advent calendar?

Went outside for a bit and saw a couple driving a minivan with a mattress on top, secured only by the driver's left hand and the passenger's right hand. Go America!

This video has brought me so much joy.

If someone told me Wyatt Henrie choreographed this, I wouldn't be at all surprised.

I'm babysitting. And I want to punch myself in the eye.

I can't tell if I'm embarrassed or not. I'm watching veggie tales all by myself. I guess I'll find out when someone gets home.