you cry

Ugh, I am NOT going to post up hipster pictures. I see them enough everyday, I don't want to have to see them on my blog.

Construction workers? Why don't I just film direct-to-video gay porn instead? Sheesh.

I had two dreams last night, but the last one left me with a smile on my face as I awoke. HAHA TOO GOOD!

First of all, I went to bed at 1:00 AM last night. In my dream, my aunt had woken me up 3 hours after I had gone to bed to tell me that her water broke. Mind you, she's 50 years old. I wasn't sure why she had picked me instead of her kids to drive her to the hospital, but I got dressed and got into the car, but as she was about to get in the car as well, she bolted back into the house because she forgot to do some household chore. There were also no keys in the car for me to start it. My grandparents were packing into the back seat and waited as my aunt kept going back and forth, back and forth, all while I was wondering whether or not the baby would pop out.

Second dream: I was at a dinner table with Nants and Janey. They were off to some serious topic as I was there listening/casually ignoring bits of their conversation as usual. They were talking about how long it's been since they saw each other. The topic ultimately shifted to something about volunteering, and Nants was noting some point about Asians not volunteering enough(?). Then Janey was quick to announce that all three of us had done so for selfless reasons, but Nants snapped back, "You did not! You only went that one time because your ex-boyfriend was doing it too!" That led to Janey getting upset and crying. While she was crying, she said, "Has it been that long since we've seen each other?!" She was upset and crying, yet happy to have seen Nants. Then Nants started crying, and both of them carried on with their female bonding/hug fest, saying ridiculous things about seeing each other more often, hanging out more, being honest to each other, staying great friends, blah blah blah. All this time that there was a downpour, I had my head lowered at the table, laughing so hard at them that I cried. I finally got up from the table to take my tray away and to leave the ladies to bathe in each other's salt water.

Need to buy food to cook Christmas dinner for the cousins! By the way, I was researching about what an American Christmas dinner would be like, but it just seems like a rehash/remix of Thanksgiving dinner: turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie. The only difference would seem to be the addition of alcoholic sweet drinks like eggnog and white Russians. BORING, but I'll make it, anyway, since I don't normally have those dishes with my parents around to control the flow of the kitchen. Now if only Nants and Janey could control their flows in my dreams.

Water Closet finally IMs me yesterday just to tell me that he misses me. I hate him, more than my normal basal level of hating people.