She bangs! She bangs!

So I just got my hair cut. With bangs. I was really nervous considering the wedding is less than 5 months away and my bridal portraits are only one month away. But I decided to take the plunge anyway. Surprising enough…. I think I liked the plunge.  If anything it just looks a whole ton healthier.

PS–> you know whats awkward? Getting caught by a client comng in the salon taking a picture of your new bangin’ (get it? bangin??) hairstyle.

Oh! And another weird dream last night. I killed a demon toddler by beating it to death after it killed J. It was VERY odd. I found him in a haunted house that my friends and I decided we wanted to stay in for fun. (Why we didn’t think it was weird that a toddler was hanging out in a haunted house by himself is beyond me…) He looked normal except when you looked at him through the mirror. The dog (which was really the ghost of a boy that died there from falling off the ledge) told me to look at the little boy through the mirror.  And it looked just like J’s killer.  So I starting beating it up… but couldn’t finish because without the mirror he still looked like a precious baby.  So I decided that I was going to drown it so I didn’t have to see it die technically.  Somehow it turned into this huge deal where everyone around came but no one knew what they were there for.  Just as they were about to ceremoniously put the baby in the water covered in chains…. he said something about J. So I started hitting him.  And kept hitting him until he died. 

Yea.  I’m violent. Arg.

A dream is a wish your heart makes

I heard somewhere that when you become pregnant you start having crazy dreams like every. single. night.  Um…. there is no physically possible way that I’m pregnant unless I’m carrying one of two things…. a) spawn of Satan or b) God’s other son- George.

Anywho- I have been having the CRAZIEST dreams lately.  Everything from running and falling off buildings, to watching myself as I’m floating above my head, to being chased by monsters, to being homeless, to last night’s dolphin dream. It was really really odd.

I was sitting next to this huge tank with dolphins and sharks.  My feet were dangling in when all of a sudden one of the dolphins wants to play.  She grabs my foot with her teeth and pulls me in.  Then she circles around me and for a bit it was like I was a mermaid.  I could see under water… breathe under water… and swim amazingly.  But as soon as I got out of the water- I was normal again.  So I got out and dangled my feet in again…. but the dolphin wasn’t done playing.  She grabbed my foot again and circled around me then pushed me up out of the water. (Think the thing they do where they glide you across the water at Sea World teamed with a huge catapult to thrust you from the water as they jump in and out) That sounds pretty normal right?  Right… except that my dolphin had a problem.  Its head was all bumpy like it was crossed with something else.  So it was a dolphin without really being a dolphin?  Yea… that sounds about right.

Feeling very curious- I looked up what dolphin dreams meant.
“DOLPHINS : Dolphins tend to be very spiritual creatures and we associate them with beautiful harmonious feelings and great intelligence. They can link with good communication within a relationship and spiritual excitement. So look for such themes right now in your life.

QUESTIONS to help you make associations(pick the one that makes most sense to you)
- Does the dream seem to be about one person? If so does your relationship seem a lot easier right now??
- In what ways have you been enjoying life recently?”

ANSWERS
- It was all about me and my dolphin…. so uh… my relationship with myself?  I’ve actually been doing pretty good…. finally getting to the point where I’m happy with my body and where I’m at.
-I have been enjoying life in the form of nonstop wedding planning and the ultimate registering for gifts.  Its like making your list to Santa but you get to pick out the brand, color, and size too.

Maybe there is something to this unconscience dream meaning thing.

A weekend full of bullets. (not literally… literary)

• If I have ONE more dream about television I may be forced to with go watching it for a couple weeks.  This time I dreamed I was one of Hef’s girlfriends… I love me some Girls Next Door.
• I played Wii for like 2 hours a day Saturday and Sunday… I can’t decide if I’m just a lot more out of shape than I had originally thought or if playing the wii is just that good of a work out.  Either way- I breathe and I feel every muscle in my back and I can’t straighten my arms out completely.  I haven’t been this sore in FOREVER.
• Saturday was J’s dad’s death day… 9 years.  Pretty crazy….
• J and I went to go see “Forgetting Sarah Marshall” last weekend.  So OBVIOUSLY this weekend was filled to the brim with the unforgetable scene “I’ve got a surprise for you!” while I’m laughing so hard I can’t breathe. Ever notice how a naked girl is sexy and a naked guy is funny?  Haha
• I figured out how to get all the photos off my iPhone.  It was a magnificent moment of clarity. 4 months of attempts… concluding with SUCCESS! See a few examples of my world below.
  
  WHAT THE EFF IS ON THAT GUY’S HEAD?! I’ll tell you what… lots of tiny rubber bands.  Guy- You looked like such a douche bag that I had to take a picture of you.  Color coordinating your hair ties with your t-shirt= NOT COOL.
  
  OMG.  Hahahaha J found a tattoo in his poptart box so I convinced him that ass tattoos are exponentially cooler than upper arm tattoos.  TO THE MOOOOON!
  
  Alright alright alright… Hawaii doesn’t suck all the time.
  
  In fact sometimes… its quite pretty.
• I had the CRAZIEST dream… I was going to prom with the most random people in the world.  My date was this guy that I knew in high school but never once talked to.  The whole day before prom I had this power to “fix” whatever I wanted.  Almost like I had unlimited wishes.  All I had to do was close my eyes and imagine what I had was what I wanted and when I opened my eyes, it would be changed. I thought this was a great insight on how I’ve been feeling lately.  So while I was driving around earlier in the day I wished that my water was a delicious shake that was good for me.  And then it was.  Then I wished that my dress was designer.  And then it was.  Then I wished that my date was hotter.  And then he was.  Then I wished that I had the most perfect smokey eye look.  And then I did. By the end of my dream though, no one wanted to go to prom so it didn’t matter what my dress looked like or my make up.  Random… but neat I guess.  I wish I had that power. That’d be BA.

ANTM and Scott Michael Foster

Last night I had a CRAZY dream.  I dreamed that I was a contestant on America’s Next Top Model with the girls that are currently on. (FYI- Fatima was even bitchier in my dream.)  Instead of having a normal modeling challenge, we were paired with a guy and we had to make it through this obstacle course while “always looking like a model”.  This obstacle course was made Army Style and there were men hiding in the sand under our feet and if we stepped on them, they jumped out and grabbed us and we were disqualified. Some big guy jumped out and scared me. I was disqualified.  My partner got mad at me for getting disqualified. I cried. Then, I woke up.

I think its safe to say that now that I’m dreaming reality television… I should probably step away from the remote and start having a real life outside of watching others’.

The interesting part of the whole ordeal though is that when I woke up the first thought that popped in my head was- “I wonder if I did get on a reality tv show if I could swing a date with Scott Michael Foster.” At which point I started going over in my head how I could drop 15 pounds so that I could get on the Real World and then profess my undying love for him. He would see it and fall in love with me. Then we would date. He would pop the question in 3 years and 4 months. And we would get married 10 months later.  We would wait another 2 years to have children. And we would make quite the beautiful Hollywood Family.

Now usually I would dismiss the idea of Scott right away because I HATE the shaggy hair look.  I think it looks dirty.  Whoever started that trend when I was in high school should be shot.  Its disgusting.  BUT Scott pulls it off. And very well I might add.

I realize I join the other hundreds of thousands of girls that are drooling over him.  But I’m okay with that. Being that this is my first celebrity crush since I was like 12, I think its okay to get a little starry eyed.

Scott Michael Foster is amazing.  M A ZING. Plus, he’s from Dallas.  You know how I love those Southern Boys. There is really nothing better. :-) If you haven’t seen the gorgeousness that is Scott Michael Foster in action.  Then please enjoy the following clip.  Try not to get too excited.