super stealth

I went to Memorial Shooting Center yesterday with Joann. It was really fun! At first, I was kind of intimidated by the gun and fearful that I wouldn't be able to handle the recoil. But after a few rounds, I was no longer scared and enjoying my time.

So, as a result, last night I had a dream. I have had this recurring nightmare of being in school again, specifically in college, where I'm on campus or in bed and somehow I keep missing my Tuesday/Thursday class in fear of failing the class. I don't know why i have this recurring dream.

And like most of my other dreams, I'm usually found in the middle of an action scene where I'm only a spectator because I am helpless. But I suppose, after going to the range I felt empowered. And it played out in my dreams. Earlier on in the dream, I saw a man place a gun into a backpack and the backpack was in close range of me. So, as they were discussing their villany plans, I decided to be stealthy, reach for the gun, and fire a kill shot to his head. I aimed strategically and fired! To my dismay, the bullet bounced off his head. As he charged towards me, I played it off as a joke like "haha, jk. I shot you!" *twinkle eye*

"You're a great catch and any guy would be lucky to have you."

This made my week.

I'm a big cry baby

tears

I went to the bank to get something. A new thing that I've started to do is that while i'm there, I'll try on my mother's ring, cry a single tear upon seeing it on my finger with mixed emotions.

On one hand, I look at how beautiful it is and wonder when I'll have the same. The euphoric feeling of being in love and happily married. On the other hand, I think about how my mother wore it on her wedding day. Suddenly I'm flooded with thoughts of my mom.

This mother's day weekend, I felt extremely anti-social, thereby screening all of my phone calls and making the decision to stay home. When will this getting easier?

My friends were saying how the OT was a hard read, and they were patiently waiting for me to explain dispensationalism to them.

I was wearing a red dress waiting for the event to begin. We were ushered unto the red carpet. Instead of taking advantage of the limelight, all I wanted to do was smoke the rest of my cigars. I also felt like one of those female jazz performers that wear tassels on their dresses while anticipating my crush to notice me and sweep me off my feet.

It seems like this is turning into a dream blog. I'm hoping to perform inception in the near future.