Weird dreams.

*This is a 100% pure rant/brain dump post. I just blah blah blahged and it might not even make any sense.

These few days I've been getting really weird dreams...actually I only had one really weird night of bizarre but luckily not scary dreams all collaged together. At the same time, dreams sort of bother me because you can hardly ever remember them exactly.

But what do you make of this? I remember select bits and pieces and remember it being really epic but can't exactly put it together at the moment...so here are the pieces:

My dad was a boxer or fighter of some sort. He was part of some sort of tournament I believe, and he had lost some fights but his record was improving. I went to get him because it was fifteen minutes until his next fight so he just threw off his professor clothes, showered, and put on his fighting clothes. No big deal. This probably came out of me watching Sherlock Holmes a few nights ago.

I had gone back to where I lived last year (I moved over this summer) to visit the Italian Street Painting Festival section. I had participated a couple of times before. According to my dream, all of the artworks were really crappy so I asked to be given a square last minute. But the guy in charge (won't disclose his name here) misunderstood me or something and said, "Okay, you can do a collage," and went digging for something. Then I looked at the wall (the festival is situated between two old brick buildings on the street) and saw a weird setup of pinned up pink fabric and suddenly realized that he had said collage...and then we had an argument. This probably came out of me visiting the Italian Street Painting website for this festival a few days ago to see the recent years' artwork.

I was somewhere (someone's house, I think) and was sitting next to this guy who I know of but have never spoken to in real life. He was a lot more attractive in the dream than in reality...as usual. He kept calling me ugly and I kept kicking him. It was stupid. I don't know why this boring piece was in my otherwise epic dream. And then we went into the bathroom and I went into a closet. I don't know.

This was the craziest most amazing part!!! We (I don't know who "we" is) were playing some board game. As I recall, it was somewhat like Risk and this probablly resulted because I actually only learned how to play Risk a few days ago. And there was some sort of territory conquering and whatnot and there was this special piece, that, if you found it, could only be placed in a very faint outline next to Puerto Rico. And every time you played the game, the board rearranged and all the territories were in random places. And apparently, that special piece (whatever it was/meant) was something Napoleon was hiding. I don't remember anything that explains anything but I just remember the colors were really artistic and awesome.

It was a good dream which probably contained even cooler things that I don't remember. I'm sleepy.

I never fail to burn my tongue when eating out. (or eating at home)

When you're at a restaurant and the first appetizer comes and you can see the pillars of steam rising from it and it's probably way too hot but you're still so hungry, what do you do?

If you're me, you go ahead and eat it anyway. THE FOOD JUST LOOKS SO AMAZINGLY GOOD. And once you get that bite of pathetically small spring roll in your mouth, it hits you: it's really too hot. I would vividly describe what I look like when this happens to me, but it seems that of all the times eating out, I can't say I've seen someone experience this (or at least experience it visibly). But I'm guessing it basically looks like my mouth has been paralyzed with my jaw open and I can't close it but I try to keep the delicious but painful food from falling out with my hands pathetically flapping in front of my face. So if you ever get the chance to eat out with me (not that you would ever want to), watch for this don't judge me...please.

So later on, that same day, I sat down to dinner with a bowl of piping hot stir-fried noodles with egg. Usually, what with rice and such, I don't burn myself but noodles are just so inviting and edible. If you have experience, you know what I mean. And so I start shoveling yummy food into my mouth and get burned again.

(Based on my amazingly artistic and accurate depiction, you could deduce that upon eating yummy and hot food, I either look like an idiot or I become a member of a different race. Take your pick.)

(Also, it may look like I'm copying Hyperbole and a Half's Paint drawings, but she DID say it was okay if other people copied off her and did them too. Also hers are far superior. So.)

But then I start getting lonely....and I just realized I've been typing in the present tense. Is it annoying? Anyway I decide to get out the laptop and set it up in front of me on the table, but then I realize it's almost out of batteries so I have to plug it in. And as I put in the plug in the back somehow the laptop jerks a little and I hear the bowl slip off the table and onto the floor...

BUT...do I freak out? Surprisingly, the answer is no. I get a paper towel and clean all that deliciousness up calmly and sadly deposit it into the trash, like an adult. But really, imagine an adult in that situation, a.k.a. someone who has graduated college or is that age. Would they really do this calmly? Or would they say, "BALLS! I HAD TO SIT IN AN OFFICE ALL DAY AND THEN DEAL WITH MY SPOUSE AND COOK FOR THE KIDS AND FINALLY I GET SOME TIME ALONE AND NOW I HAVE TO CLEAN STUFF UP FROM THE FLOOR!!!!"

I guess I'll find out fairly soon enough. But for now, it was annoying but I got more food and did not burn myself this time. Though I do admit there is something satisfying about burning one's tongue in the process of eating. Eating is good.

I think I'll go write some more blog posts now. So many interesting things popped into my head today...which I thought only happened rarely or I might just notice them more due to this blahg-ness. Adios, fos.

BLAH BLAH BLAHG

that is what this is. also, second post today:( also, gave up on capitalization. also, help.

laahas.

*EDIT: This is a lame post. But it was my first. And I am awkward. So cut my some slack. These are bad sentences.

So today I decided to start a blog. Actually, I decided to do this yesterday when a friend of mine decided to start a blog after being inspired by the fantastic blog Hyperbole and a Half which I had shown her which in fact another friend had shown me. So, being the copy-catter that I am, I jumped onto the bandwagon with a little bit of hopefulness that some people will start reading my blog...though at this point I'm not sure how long this will live on.

Anyway. On to the topic of the day: LAAHAS.

What does this stand for anyway? Obvious, the acronym was born as I desperately tried to come up with a blog name. Once again, this is somewhat inspired by Hyperbole and a Half's comic series Spaghatta Nadle in which the poor spaghetti noodle has a speech impediment. It is funny. I promise. Read it.

ANYWAY. Back to the topic. I knew I wanted to include something about food in the name. Also, something about being in a strange new place would be nice. And though I hear the word "Asian" too often these days, I'll through that in there to. And thus, laahas was born. But I'm still trying to figure out what its best meaning is...

Life As A Hungry Asian Stranger?
Loser Ate Arnold Hoping Aliens Survive?
(edit: I just realized I forgot the second "A" for all of the ones after this...oops)
Lovely Alice Hopping Acupuncture Salad?
Large Apples Healing Apes Smoothly?
Lord Almighty Heals All Souls? (this one actually works, seriously. no sarcasm here)
Liver Acts Haughtily After Sundown?
Lola Aches Happily Armpit Sunscreen?

I want to hear what you think of for laahas. Hopefully, it'll be less boring than my list. Leave An Answer; Hokay Adios Strangers! (I guess this is acceptable for now...)