En Route

Harry Potter reference in Doctor Who. Martha Jones you are the best!

It’s right around the corner and I did not think of a costume. On actual Halloween I’m going to be a farmer, corm or something farmy to get a two dollar burrito at chipotle. I don’t have shit and I’m cheap as fuck so this may or may not happen. As for the party I will be attending I am again at a loss for ideas. I do have an old pair of rowing trou, and my tank so I could be a rower or bust out my blacks and be a taiko player. I kind of wanted an excuse to wear make up since I’ve never really worn it, but I don’t wanna do drag. Sigh. I need ideas. Next year I’m going to be polar bear GaGa. I don’t have the body but I am going to wear white trunks(tight), white high tops and the bear cape. I’ll complete the look with eyeliner and a smokey eye. :3. I need to get to work on my body now though. As for this year…. I may be lazy, just make a sign and give myself a fake black eye and be a protester from occupy wallstreet.

I talk in my sleep. it happens every so often, possibly more since the only time I know it happens is when Rupert tells me he had a conversation that I have no memory taking place. I’ve know it happens since I was about ten, so I get really anxious when i find out it happened. I can’t go back to sleep. I was at Rupert’s but had to come back home because of how uncomfortable I felt when he told me. Tonight’s conversation consisted of me asking why the boyfriend stopped reading to me, then denying the fact that I was asleep when he told me I was falling asleep and snoring. He said I then closed my eyes and went right back to snoring :/. I get really stressed when I have to sleep with other people around. It makes sense that it happens most often then since stress is a trigger.

It’s not so bad now that I’m older. I use to sleep walk when I was younger. I would try to get in the shower, wander the house at night and a few times tried to leave. The last time I slept walked was freshman year of college. The roommates told me I woke up looking for something frantically. That when they called my name I looked at them but they said something was off. I had made eye contact but they could tell I wasn’t awake. They told me it was one of the creepiest things they ever experienced. They asked me what I was looking for but I didn’t respond. They ordered me back to bed and I complied and was out when my head hit the pillow.

I have texted people and last week i answered my phone and spoke to Rupert. :/ it’s creepy. I get really anxious. It’s scary because I’m responsive. It happens when I am just falling asleep. How do I know what to say? Even more amazing is the fact I am still sarcastic and stubborn when I talk. I guess those personality traits run deeper than consciousness. The internet says it’s a problem transitioning to different stages of sleep. If Rupert wasn’t busy I would have him monitor me. I wonder how often I am talking and walking at night.

I finished the second season of doctor who in like a week. I can’t stop. It’s so good!

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My Latin professor told me that the only thing he has against homosexuality is that you’re mixing a Greek prefix with a Latin root. [via quidnuncphilosopher]

Everyone says things are suppose to cool off. Everyday gets more exciting, more passionate, more cute, and easier the longer we are together. Last night we had so much fun. Doing what? We whispered french nothing to each other. literally. I don’t speak it. I think at one point I just counted. Crazy it’s almost been a year already. Love you more and more each day, Rupert bear.

I’ve been pretty devastated for the last three days because I haven’t ben able to find my book. I just found it. It was in a pant leg. In a fuckin pant leg of a dirty pair of jeans. I hate cleaning my room, but this is ridiculous.

K-9 is amusing.

Should I go back? Will things be better? Things are changing within gumyo, but will it be worth it? I don’t know where I will stand. How I will fit in. If I am even allowed to say or do anything. Can I even go back after leaving? I don’t know. I felt so unwelcomed and had to deal with the unorganized leadership. I was told to teach but would be frustrated when nothing would be learned… or rather I was not taken seriously. I don’t know what to do. I do know that most of my feelings stem from my own pride. I don’t know what to do.

Onward to the second season!

Rupert and I talked. I’m buying a second toothbrush to keep at his apartment for when I stay the night. :) yay hygiene. <3

I will so longer use an elipse unless to convey a pause in dialogue, narration, or in shortening a quote.

Perhaps I’ll move to the m dash ;) jk