The World is NOT Coming to an End

I watched 2012 over the weekend. It was a really entertaining story and the visual effects were pretty awesome, but chances of something like that happening so unlikely. I hope this movie will not instill more fear into people's minds, but looking at our track record of believing everything that we see onscreen, that will probably not happen. All of this rumor about the world ending on December 21, 2012 is so silly. How can you possibly believe all of this cataclysm will happen on a single day? It's absurd to try to say that all of these cultures from all over the planet and different time periods predicted the same thing. Saying that they have come to the same conclusion is such a big stretch. And thank you NASA for saying these fears are stupid and makes no sense. http://movies.yahoo.com/feature/afp-nasa-2012-myths.html That's it from me for now. Until next time, my friends.

Most Stressful Dream Ever

I'm getting married in six weeks, but have yet to feel stressed with the planning, which is wonderful! (But I know it's going to come soon because there is just an unbelievable number of little things to do still! And thanks to everyone who have offered to help!) But several weeks ago, I learned that someone I know was so stressed from her wedding planning that she got shingles! Wow! That's horrible! Felt so bad for her, but also wondered if I was supposed to be stressed too! Don't know why but I felt a little guilty for thinking the planning was really fun and smooth. So all of this thinking got to me.

That night, I dreamed that I was standing on a balcony watching Keith, my fiance, make a speech during our reception. All of a sudden, I realized that I was supposed to make a speech too, but CRAP! I don't have one prepared! So I grabbed some napkins and starting scribbling things down, writing things, crossing things out. A nosy man next to me snorted and haughtily chuckled in a British accent, "You are so low class." I looked up at him puzzled. "You use too many periods in your sentences." Wide-eyed, I said, "This is a rough draft!!" Ugh! It was my turn to give my speech. I was pretty happy because what I came up with on my napkins turned out to be pretty good. I started talking. The words that came out of my mouth did not match my thoughts on my napkins. What was wrong with me?! I just couldn't control what I was saying! Disastrous.

I left the building to walk over to my ceremony. (Reception came first in my dream.) I glanced at my reflection off a window and to my horror, I looked like crap! My eye makeup had smeared all over my eyes and my hair was a mess. I found my makeup artist and asked him if he could fix me up. Jutting out one hip and throwing one hand in the air, he said, "Oh don't worry! Stuff like that always happens!!" And he left without helping me! What?! I was late for my ceremony so picked up the folds of my wedding dress and started running. I looked at my feet and I was wearing running shoes?! And jeans underneath my dress?! What?! How did this happen?! Too late. No time to change. I ran up to the altar completely out of breath and standing before me, in Keith's spot, was one of my girlfriends. What?! Where's Keith? Why is my friend here? What's going on? The ceremony started and I'm about to marry one of my girlfriends. Thoughts were racing through my mind. I don't want to marry her. I don't want to be a lesbian. I don't want to go on my honeymoon with her. My mom and dad are going to have a really tough time getting used to this whole lesbian thing!!

And then I woke up. Whew! I'm still marrying Keith and I'm not a lesbian!! Woohoo!!

Dreams - Coolest and Grossest Ever

Two nights ago, I had the coolest and grossest dream... ever.

I was in a really crowded place. Tons of people were around me, mostly kids since I could see over everyones' heads. A few yards away, I saw my good friend Reggie, someone I haven't seen in more than a year. I was so happy to see him so made my way over and gave him a biiiiig hug. Then I heard a sermon or something, something religious... That was the cool part. Not cool, huh? That's what I thought too until I read his facebook entry. He is actually in Africa right now doing missionary work or something. And he said that it's super crowded where he's at. I wonder if my spirit actually traveled to Africa and saw him there! I wonder if he felt my presence!! :D

Okay, now for the gross part. So it was a religious sermon so of course I got bored. Luckily, nature was calling so I went to the restroom. I sat on the toilet peeing, and these two girls came into the bathroom. From the way they were talking to each other, I could tell that they're really mean people. All of a sudden, one girl started knocking on my door. "It's occupied," I told her. She knocked louder and started pounding on my stall door. What the heck? I tried pushing the door back but she busted through, dragged me from the toilet, and put me in an arm lock. The other girl stood there holding a used menstrual pad. She started wiping this on my pants (my pants were up already somehow since it is a dream), my shirt, my bare arms, everywhere! I screamed and cried in disbelief that someone could be so incredibly mean. I think I actually shed some tears in real life! Oh that was soooooo gross!!!

Pet Peeve #432

I hate it when people go back on their word. If you say you're gonna do something, you should do it... unless you have a really good reason not to.

Puerto Rico

I came upon this picture while perusing through my photos. Made me realize I never really shared Puerto Rico with you guys except about the food and the sand fleas. Well, this one pretty much sums up our stay on Vieques. San Juan was a different story...

P.S. The non-alcoholic one on the right is mine. :)

Farrah Fawcett Passes

One of the first things that occurred to me when I learned of Michael Jackson's death this afternoon was "Man! Michael Jackson is stealing Farrah Fawcett's thunder!" Don't worry, Farrah. There are still many who are thinking of you. I have to admit that I was never really a Farrah fan until now. Even though I loved watching Charlie's Angels when I was little, I didn't even know who she was up until a couple years ago. Who is this Farrah sex symbol woman???

What amused me from what I've learned is her relationship with Ryan O'Neal. To have a love that remains true for decades, with or without marriage, is truly special, but to have that happen in Hollywood Land? That's unheard of. My heart goes out to Mr. O'Neal and Farrah's loved ones. I'll have a drink for you and Michael tonight. It may not be alcoholic, but it'll be a drink.

Michael Jackson is Dead

Michael Jackson is dead. Michael Jackson is dead... I've said these four words countless times today, but it still sounds so strange. It's not getting into my head. How can a legend, the "King of Pop", an iconic figure for so many across the globe, a man who has influenced and inspired music and dance in so many ways, a person who has been a small part of my life from childhood to adulthood be... gone? It's Michael Jackson! He can't die! It sounds absurd. He was supposed to keep changing his appearance and eventually become immortal...

As strange and unstable as he was mentally and physically, I still admire him because of his talent and the gift he gave to the world. He was an extraordinary individual who will be truly missed by fans everywhere.

I wonder what's going to happen to all of his assets. And his children. And his concert ticket holders... But wouldn't it be something if he was actually NOT dead and this was all a stunt for his upcoming concerts?! I think I'm secretly... well not so secretly now... hoping that he's just pulling a fast one on us and really isn't dead. I can already imagine people claiming to have sighted Michael Jackson alive! Maybe he'll be hanging out with Elvis. Who knows.