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November 5th, 2007 Lives, They Come in Six-Packs

It’s certainly been a while since I’ve blogged. Kind of feels like As soon as October hit, I called it quits.

Not so, I’m still here. Contemplating a lot of things in my head, quietly, nervously, wondering when it’ll be the right time to do a lot of life-changing things.

But I don’t want to get into that, nope.

How did you all spend your Halloween? I had a blast! I’ll write about it maybe tomorrow or whenever I get the urge to write something up again.

I’ve been having freak nightmares and I wish they’d go away.

One that keeps repeating is the death of my kitty, Simba. I keep dreaming that I’m alone in the house, it’s late at night. For some reason I’m compelled to get out of bed and head downstairs.

Everything is completely dark except for neon colors oozing from no where (it resembles the Bioshock enviorment). And when I turn the corner to the kitchen, there’s my mother, strangling my kitten.

I could be having this nightmare for several reasons.

1. Simba keeps peeing inside the house. And this gets my mother furious. Though I personally don’t see the big deal. She tends to blow things out of proportion. At this point she really hates the cat.
2. This is symbolising what will happen to Simba (or me) when I tell my mother all my life plans.
3. I need to stop eating Halloween chocolate before going to bed.

You have your pick, really.

Vel, a close friend of mine, moved away on Saturday. She came to see me shortly before she left. I was feeling pretty bad the last few days and was asleep when she came over, so my mother did most of the talking and I tried to grasp what was going on.

At first I regretted not telling her I’ll miss her, to take care, things of that depressing, Final notion.

But then after thinking about it, it was better that I hadn’t said those things. All I said was “Bye! It’s not the end!” and gave her a hug. It’s better this way. Because we both know it’s not the end, but rather a bigger path is opening in life.

It obviously won’t be the last time I see her or her family, so the thought of “I’ll catch you later, ‘kay?” was all that needed to be said.

See you later, Vel! I wanna see pics of your new house when it’s furnished. =P

Good Deed: I helped a very nice woman find the registration building, and helped her sign up for registration (she barely spoke English, much less reads the language). I feel really good right now.

Edit: I didn’t know you could search tags via the search field on WordPress blogs. That blows my mind. Maybe that’s how tags are supposed to work, I don’t know. I still have no idea what tags really are or what they’re supposed to do, but the fact that I can add them to specific posts and can then search for them later to edit or whathaveyou, is freakin’ amazing.

Call me an old fart, but DAMN that is mighty hot. Thank you, WordPress devs, for integrating tags into your script. It just blew my mind for a minute there.

@Mitch: I’d like to request a favor! It’s very small but very important (at least to me, hee).

This entry was posted on Monday, November 5th, 2007 at 11:28 am and is filed under Life. what Life?. This entry has been tagged as cats, death, Dreams, life, moving, nightmares, sad, Simba. Both comments and pings are currently closed.

One Peach to “Lives, They Come in Six-Packs”

1. Mitchell Says:
   November 5th, 2007 at 8:00 pm

   Hm. Nightmares, eh? I think the most likely reason would be 1. And a little bit of 3.

   And I didn’t know you could search for tags, either. But I don’t have a search bar on Enveere, so it doesn’t really affect me.

   And yes, favors. Sure, just ask.