Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Yesterday, Reading, and April's Birthday.

7:35 a.m. Once again, I'm going back to cover yesterday, starting with some weird dreams I had. My stomach is kinda hurting,,,for some reason it does that lately when I eat in the morning. SO! Without further delay, since it's been on my mind to write these since yesterday (obligatory to myself) here goes:

In the first dream, I was riding down a brick tunnel when I saw a black figure of a man at the end, sitting in the chair, kinda like the dude on the cover on Blacklist. Except I recognized him immediately and kinda thought, 'Oh, it's gonna be one of THOSE dreams.' It was Jonathan Rhys Meyers, as Dracula. I thought he would be in the dream more, but that wasn't the case.

There was a museum at the end of the tunnel which I walked through, mainly featuring things from the 19th century like clothes. There was a book in a glass case but I can't remember what the book was. Likely, it had something to do with the show.

In another dream, a blonde Natalie Dormer, by my choice, is leading a yoga class in this floor to ceiling windowed building looking down on the city. For some reason, I thought of the name Grandma Nooners and laughed so much I thought it was going to wake me up.

Another dream I recall, also a blur, was a bunch of people on my Mom's porch, at night, and we were taking photos.

Not very detailed since these dreams happened yesterday or the night before that but if I remember more, I'll be sure to write it. Moving ON!

So! Yesterday. I got up early enough to make a second trip to the museum, this time to volunteer, plus I had twenty dollars to burn, so I went. On my way there, I was in socks and sandals and walking on the side of the road when a police officer pulled me over.

I was gracious and polite. I had nothing to hide. His first reason for pulling me over was to warn me that it was dangerous to walk alongside the road, though looking at my choice shoes he could see why I didn't want to walk in dewy grass.

The second reason he pulled me over was that I looked kinda young (and I had a backpack which I use to carry things on my long walks, it also had an umbrella sticking out of it) and wondered why I was not in school. I handed him my ID and let him look it over. He asked if I was new around here (I'd only lived in this town six months) He asked if I've ever been arrested before. Then he got a notepad and wanted to know my name, number, address, and all other identifying information.

This leads to the third reason he pulled me over, he didn't know me and had never seen me before. He took all this information down, he said, so that next time he saw me, he'd know it was me. Again, I was gracious and polite through this whole thing.

He asked if I had anything illegal on me, I told him no. Then he asked to search my bag, which had some magazines and an umbrella (because it looked like rain) smartphone (only for games, no service) my phone, and some skittles. Nothing to hide. After all that, he bid me a good day and let me go. I didn't mind it so much, I just found it very odd.

So I am careful to go my way to the museum and every white vehicle that suddenly passes catches my eye, because part of me wonders if it's the same cop.

I made it to the museum around 10:30 a.m. and announced my decision to volunteer. They were glad to have me but I have to say it was one of many quiet days there. The main task was waiting in an adjoining room to the entrance so we can greet everyone who entered, which we did.

I mentioned that I wanted to get to know more of the history behind the place, perhaps even to a point where I could help give tours and answer questions. One thing that helped with that is where I tagged along a tour with a couple and learned a few stories. The museum was only open until noon and time there went by kind of fast. I'd have to walk a long way to get there and there is no known transportation available to me right now.

After leaving, the door nearly got locked on me, lol, I went thrift shopping where I picked up a couple of which I had donated after not wanting to read all the curse words "TDSYYS" but since I loved the movie, it had been on my mind to give it a second chance. Another book was non-fiction, my favorite, about the life of a slave. I am interested in Black History and their stories. It looked like an interesting read.

I also picked up two velvety sweatpants, one brown and one candy blue, and a long brown flowy print skirt. After that, I went to the dollar store and picked up two different brands of hair dye: Clairol Born Blonde Maxi ($10) and Revlon Colorsilk in Ultra Light Sun Blonde ($3) I planned to use the Born Blonde (with the full knowledge that my hair may be a bit orange or yellow afterwards) and then use the second hair dye a couple weeks later.

When I got home, exhausted, I rested. Then, I researched the two dyes online on Amazon (for reviews mostly) and Born Blonde's instructions. I first performed a 90-minute 'strand test' where I cut a 1/4 strip of hair, dye it in a little of the solution, and wait 90 minutes to see if I'd like the result...which I did. While I waited, I watched a Ken Burns Documentary on WWII and ate.

Then April gladly dyed my hair in the solution, only to forget one of the two packets of lightening powder that should have been mixed we just through the powder straight on my head, so to speak. Then, I waited 90 minutes again, mostly watching her play Minecraft. I avoided looking at my hair the whole time...until after I washed it out when I left the shower.

My jaw dropped at the orange at first. My eyes needed a moment to adjust. I told myself to expect it and it took a few minutes not to mind it. Both of my roommates boosted my confidence though. They saw a lot less orange than what I was seeing. My hair, by now, is quite a yellowy blonde but if I give it a couple weeks and redye, I'm hoping for great results. One of the cats didn't recognize me though. XD

Once again, I went to bed at a normal hour. Just before midnight, I had this strange dream. The first majority of it started out where April had a demon, in the form of a blonde little girl with beady eyes, who liked to wail and scream in the darkness. This demon lived under her bed and I had grown afraid of it, before I took matters into my own hands and exorcised it. Maybe I'm wrong but it my memory, it became some sort of cartoony fish with giant beady eyes and flew out of the window into the night...rather peacefully. Anyway!

In the next part of the dream, I was texting April's boyfriend on her phone (which was in an anonymous chat fashion, such as the Whisper App) and I was wondering if he wanted to get to know me. April was cool with it.

The next thing I remember is we were walking in the woods at night and out of my control, I started flying and drifting away from her, and my subconscious was audibly insisting that it'd be cool to go hide in a tree, so we did.

April met up with her tall, handsome, muscular, shirtless boyfriend. He had dirty blonde hair down to his shoulders, a smile, and sparkling eyes.

Then she came around and nonchalantly pulled me out of the tree, telling me to come along. God forgive me for the next part, I'm Christian. He takes us aside and asks if we could sell some stuff for him. Thinking he looked the type, I asked "Like witchcraft stuff?" and he eagerly shook his head, and said "Yeah!" and I shook my head, letting him know he was asking the wrong person.

April however, announced she would be glad to and that was the last I recall of the dream. I got up and told her and she said it sounded realistic. Oi. That was at midnight and I dreamt since then, I just don't recall the dreams and what I do recall, I don't want to remember in the future.

I just know it was still heavily on my mind to get this stuff written down. I want to read my books today and since April is going to her parent's house for her birthday, I need to put the heavy amount of work into Part Seize. SO MANY pictures. It's going to be QUITE a day.

God bless, Jesus Died, Rose, Saves. All glory, praise, thanks, and all things be to God on the highest forever and ever in Jesus Name, amen! God is able!

8:46 a.m. Read over the entry and proof-read it. I'm up for catching up on my Tumblr feed before some Devotionals and morning reading. Toodles! God bless, homies!

9:17 a.m. With Neopets and Tumblr behind me, it's time to do something not related to the internet.

11:32 a.m. I've been reading The Divine Secrets Of The Ya Ya Sisterhood almost this whole time. I've gotten through the profanity alright, and it's a LOT different than the movie. A totally different level. But still a page turner. I had to make myself put the book down. XD The page was still marked to where I last left off before donating it but I started from the beginning with a fresh mind. That was a good idea.

Dad called to remind me that I haven't been calling him, I've been meaning to for days but my only excuse to him was the lack of minutes on my Safelink phone, which is true.

He's the only one who didn't exactly approve of my blonde hair, though I don't think he's ever been a big fan of anything unusual that I do. Which is fine. It's family. Love you Dad. :D

I'm eager to read my other book, Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl. It seems like it will be a real heart-wrencher.

11:46 a.m. Just for kicks, I read Amazon reviews of both books. A lot to look forward to.

12:20 p.m. I got caught up in watching Youtube videos with Rob, then I need a bathroom break. Still wishing to read Incidents of a Slave Girl soon. God bless, Jesus love, live, save homie. God is able!

3:18 p.m. After nearly three hours of reading, I needed to take a break. Part of me wants to do laundry but another part of me just wants a day off from labor considering yesterday's long walk, ya know what I mean? Anyway! Jesus rejoices. I hear those two words in my head a lot. 'Jesus rejoices.' Praise the Lord! I guess it's a good thing.

The book so far is, as I expected, particularly intense. It's a former slave's autobiography of her times as a slave, of course it's intense and sobering. The amount of abuse, the extent, she saw inflicted on herself and those she knew was unimaginable. A big part of me kept thinking that quite a few people then had to go before God when they died and explain why they did all these unspeakable things...if they didn't turn away from evil and repent before then, to hell they went. I don't say this to take away from the fact that the slaves suffered, certainly, and note the 'turning away' part required. Hang on.

It's a difficult subject. It was bad and wrong and unspeakable and horrible..all these other words that don't fully culminate what happened. I'm glad we aren't in such times anymore, though we are in a word that is falling back to racism and police brutality, which cannot be ignored. Still, being less educated on the matter, I think I'll stop there. Equality for all races!

8:25 p.m. Well, our cat Hissy just had kittens. From the moment it started, the Lord was putting it on my heart to name one...and possibly keep one. So with his blessing, of the five that were born, I hope He blesses it. I want to name it Minxy, a black one, but we shall see what the Lord has in store.

Also, Rick is asleep so April will be HERE tonight. I should expect to go to sleep soon since I'm feeling on the tired side. God bless, Jesus Died, Rose, Saved. God is able!~!

9:24 p.m. I looked up Harriet on Wikipedia and had some tacos. Now, I just think I'm ready to go to sleep, you know?

EDIT: Last night, I did make time to go to sleep and saved my shower until the morning. God Bless, Jesus Died, Rose, Saves. All Glory, Praise, Thanks, and all things be to God on the highest forever and ever in Jesus Name, Amen! God is able!

P.S. Jackie Kersten's memorial was today and she is, as always, an angel who is in my thoughts and prayers in Jesus Name, Amen.

All Glory, Praise, Thanks and all things be to almighty God on the highest forever and ever in Jesus name, amen. God is able to do above all we ask or think!

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