the whales in my dreams

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I've been having a lot of dreams lately. It's strange.
I think my brain has been working overtime.

In one, I was in this different world, it was the same and yet not the same as our reality. There was a strangeness in the air. There were groups of people including myself huddling on top of a tall rock in the middle of the ocean. Huge Orca Whales were jumping up and crashing onto the rock, trying to snap us up in their ginormous jaws. Some people were snatched away by the whales, but I was not. It was incredibly terrifying and exhilarating.

I have a strange theory about this dream.

You see, I love whales, they are one of my favorite animals, so it is strange I would have a dream about being terrified by whales.

I think that maybe my dream was about my life right now. There are things like going to college, opening up, and being an adult that I want to enjoy (the whales) but I am also very scared about going forth with these things (the whales attacking me). I also have no choice but to move forward, I have nowhere to run (the rock in the middle of the ocean). The rest of my graduating class is also probably experiencing similar feelings of excitement and fear (the other people on the rock); some people are crushed by this pressure (the people snatched up by whales) and others are not.

So what do you think?
Is this what my dream was telling me?
=)

The End

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LOST. The End. And so we've come full circle, ending similarly to the way we began; Jack's eyes close, it is done. The four of us, huddled around the widescreen tv, wipe our drenched faces and cling to eachother. This night does not simply mark the ending of  a great show on television; it is the crumbling of a family tradition, a dissolving of the only bond of its kind that we share together. Once a week, for six years, we gathered for this event only. Two parties a year - one for the premiere, one for the finale. We stayed up late countless nights, debating together, discussing, theorizing. We poured over the official magazine, coveted each season's boxed set, searched websites for leaked info and spoilers. We shared so many LOST moments as a family - tears spilled over our cheeks at tender moments, screams ripped from our throats at various shocks, fists were pumped in the air at victories, and excessive line repeating never ceased. For a third of my life LOST gave my family an excuse to connect and share when nothing else seemed to keep us together. We were able to empathize with our favorite characters, and as a result became more human through watching their familiar pain. LOST has done something for us that is hard for a show to do, and that is change our lives. There will never be another LOST in my heart or the hearts of my family members. Goodbye. The end.

BOOM.

bones

*quote from Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer

Growing up won't bring us down.

Adultitis Escape Plan: Chickens!! :D

Adultitis: Challenge #1

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So. The first Adultitis Challenge is to immerse yourself for at least 15 minutes in something you know nothing about. What did I choose to immerse myself in?? CHICKENS of course! ("of course"?! O_O;) I grabbed Keep Chickens - which I'd bought on a whim in an adorable little Ely bookstore awhile ago - and started reading.

I learned about how small flocks of chickens are actually pretty easy to take care of once you've got the system down. they don't need to be bathed or walked like dogs do, and all they need is chicken feed, a coop with places to perch and lay eggs, and a chicken run for them to strut around in. It's also important to make sure you don't have just one solo chicken though, because chickens are social and wil get lonely. About three chickens is enough for a minimum.

Chickens will lay about an egg a day, with or without a rooster; the difference is that when there is a rooster, there will be a little chick inside the egg, and if there is no rooster, it'll be an egg for eating. Roosters are not typically allowed to be kept in cities because they cockadoodledoo ALL THE TIME, not just in the morning!!

One difficulty with keeping chickens is not a problem with the chickens themselves, but with another animal: rats. Rats love to eat chicken feed and will constantly try to dig tunnels up into the chicken coop to get into it. Pretty much the only solution is to make a box with poison inside and a rat-sized hole, and leave that in the coop for the rat to die in. I find this kind of unsettling - I know people might think rats are "creepy" or "gross", but I think they deserve to live! If I ever have chickens I'll find some other way to remove the rats without killing them :)

On a final note, I think keeping chickens sounds fun and would like to try it! I hope to have experience with keeping all sorts of animals near me in the future~

Naked Truth

Naked, in front of the mirror
I see my scars -
my histroy, my feelings -
Branded into my skin

This one here - hopelessness
This one - fear
Here and here -
Uncertainty and loneliness

I trace them all carefully
Because I don't want to forget.
Even if there is still shame
My mistakes are a roadmap,
Etched across my pale skin

A map I will follow
To a future where I will no longer need
To cut roadblocks and detours
Into my body to remember them

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