tHe vOiCeS iN mY hEaD
Posted Apr 13, 2002
Sometimes, as I am lying in bed, trying to fall asleep (on the border of dreaming), I can hear people talking. Usually it is incorporated as part of the misty beginnings of a dream, but the voices are solid enough to yank me back to full awareness. This sometimes gets quite annoying, especially when it happens several nights in a row, but fortunuately it rarely happens more than once in an evening.
I can hear them, but I think it is when I try to listen to what they are saying that I get yanked back awake, because when I try to remember what it is they said, I can't.
The same thing happens when I read things in my dreams. They say you can't read in your dreams. Well, I can (like the title of a book, or a slogan on someone's shirt, or grafitti on a wall), but I can't remember what it is when I wake up, even if I try to make an effort to remember.
I should be studying right now.
What I've Learned In Psych Class
Posted Mar 1, 2002
The happiest university students are those who feel satisfied with their love life.
" WITHOUT PREJUDICE "
Posted Oct 15, 2001
Warning this may be offensive to some Canadians... Should you be of a sensitive nature, stop reading now. It is intended for humor and does not necessarily reflect the true nature and character of our Eastern friends.
Latest news reports advise that a cell of 4 terrorists has been operating in Newfoundland, Canada. Police advised earlier today that 3 of the 4 have been detained. The Newfoundland Provincial Police Commissioner stated that the terrorists Bin Sleepin, Bin Drinkin and Bin Fightin have been arrested on immigration issues. The Police advise further that they can find no one fitting the description of the fourth cell member, Bin Workin, in the province.
Police are confident that anyone who looks like Workin will be very easy to spot in the community.
Posted Oct 15, 2001
Being happy doesn't mean everything's perfect.
It means you've decided to see beyond the imperfections.
You Have No Idea What It's Like...
Posted Oct 14, 2001
These are some random thoughts that I am just going to type out of my brain. Usually I'd be writing them on paper, but it's easier to type by the illumination of the monitor.
Last night I was waiting for a bus with my boyfriend, and all of a sudden it occured to me that if my life ended right then, it wouldn't matter a thing. This is not to imply that I am suicidal, because I'm not. (I have been before, so I'd know.)
Everything has changed since I met him. It still amazes me how I could just stop my life and begin something new after meeting this incredible person who knows exactly what I feel while barely even knowing me. It feels as if there is some unfinished rollercoaster that used to be my life just lying around somewhere, and I got bored of the design, so I just began a new one. This is incredibly remarkable, especially considering how haunted I used to feel by my past. I used to live in its shadow, unable to escape the mistakes and blame it bestowed upon me. But, somehow, now it is gone. As if the movie is over and, as soon as I walk out of the theatre, it isn't real anymore. It makes me wonder what spirit this man has to change my life this way.
If I died, right now, having accomplished nothing with this wonderful person, my life would mean nothing to me. Anything we do together is so enjoyable that I feel like I hadn't even lived before I met him. I am still wondering when I will wake from this incredible dream. His name means: God's grace, and that he truly is, for he has given me a far better life than I could ever know without him.