Dreamed that I was offered suspicious soup in its own microwave bowl while eating with some people. I picked at it with my bare hands to check if it had some pork, but I believe it was supposed to be chicken. I ate only one or two veggies that I recognized because I couldn’t tell what the others were and pulled a piece of chicken out of the bowl to inspect it. The side of the bowl had a sucky ingredients list that didn’t help me. After reading something in the bottom though, I found out that the soup may include the alternative meat of dog, donated by pet owners. It even had a picture of a dead dog belly up with the bottom half dissected/butchered and mostly gone. When I told the others at the big round table, they were shocked.
Do you see now the importance of wishing someone sweet dreams before bed?!
This was also posted as a note on my Facebook, because that’s the only online source in which former classmates are friends with me/follow me/etc.
Still, this message is something that can be shared on an indirect level, too.
I remember back in Mrs. Webber’s English Class near the end of the school year, we were learning the true definition of the word “renaissance” separate from the period of the Renaissance.
Renaissance is technically a humanistic revival of classic music or art of some sort, not necessarily classical from Italy. When Webber asked for an example of a music artist who can fit this, the whole class tried to persuade her that Rod Stewart can totally have his own Rod Stewart Renaissance.
I really thought you guys were joking. I mean, Rod Stewart isn’t that old and can still be heard on the radio. In fact, I remember Webber saying Rod Stewart was the kind of music she used to hear when she was younger, and was taken aback with that nervous chortle she does. I was not a fan of Mrs. Webber, and we never were on the same page, but I had to agree with her on this. In fact, hearing all of my classmates talking on about Rod Stewart made my smile disappeared.
I suggested The Glen Miller Orchestra, but nobody heard me. If you don’t know who Alton Glen Miller and his Orchestra was, he was a super popular American bandleader/composer in the time of the Swing era (around the early 40s). And if you didn’t know who Glen Miller is before the previous sentence, then that just proved how a sudden interest in his music would be the perfect example of a classic revival of a specific music taste.
The real level of profound insight my class of 2011 exposed that one English class day is one of the reasons I refuse to go to my high school reunion.
Looking back, I realized something: I don’t miss you guys….. 7_7
For the longest time, this has been my Facebook profile picture. (Literally half of the year.) I didn’t really feel like changing it, because I’m not that Facebook crazed. And I pretty much look the same in real life.
This showcases my skateboard. *My very first skateboard.* (I used to borrow my sister’s skateboard until it got so worn out, it couldn’t be used anymore.) I’m very grateful to own it. At first, my dad didn’t want to buy me a skateboard because he figured that I would dump the interest of skateboarding within a week. I have always been interested in the ‘sport’ though.
So he figured to buy me the most affordable beginner skateboard from Wal-Mart. $9.
It’s super girly for my style, but again, I still feel thankful for my skateboard. <3
“Stages of Awakening” by Podington Bear.
If you’re reading this post from my Tumblr page, I suggest clicking on it immediately so you have some matching background music to listen to while you explore my page. ^_^
It’s inspirational background music.