Monday, April 18, 2011
I am really slow
I finally uploaded most of my Tartu pictures today, only four months after the fact. I'm not lazy, just very very extremely absentminded. Unless you're sitting in front of me screaming "HEY! DO THIS NOW!," I guarantee I won't get it done. At least not for four months. It's a lifelong problem. Pretty much the only way to get me to remember anything is to take a picture of it or write it down. I would say that absentmindedness and saying embarrassing things are the two things I most need to work on in the future. Any idea how to fix these? I could probably sit down and think about a solution, but after five minutes I would forget what I was thinking about...
Friday, April 1, 2011
Sleds and Monkeys
So I had this dream last night:
I was hanging out with the Huss family. At some point, Mrs. Huss asked us to go out to the old abandoned shed in their backyard, where we found a large pile of old sleds. Each sled was different in shape and size, and attached to each was a gun. She requested that we separate the sleds from the guns. We proceeded to do so, putting the sleds and guns into two different stacks. As the pile got smaller, Jonathan (the younger Huss brother) uncovered a monkey. Apparently, the monkey had once been a pet to the Huss family but had since been abandoned along with the sleds and guns. He was about three feet tall, covered in short tan colored hair except around his face, which had skin the same color as his hair and massive, bright blue eyes. He immediately took to the Huss family, but didn't trust me. The feeling was mutual. Eventually, our work was finished and we sat down on some old sofas around the two piles. Mr. Huss came into the shed and began to take pictures with a blocky old white camera. After he took a picture of me, the monkey ran up to him and stole the camera. "Monkey, no!" I shouted. "You can't steal cameras from people." The monkey did not like being scolded. He turned to me we stared at each other for several seconds, at which point he lunged at me. I kicked him away the first time, but the monkey was too powerful and eventually got on top of me and began to choke me.
Then I woke up. It was snowing outside. I still don't trust monkeys.
I was hanging out with the Huss family. At some point, Mrs. Huss asked us to go out to the old abandoned shed in their backyard, where we found a large pile of old sleds. Each sled was different in shape and size, and attached to each was a gun. She requested that we separate the sleds from the guns. We proceeded to do so, putting the sleds and guns into two different stacks. As the pile got smaller, Jonathan (the younger Huss brother) uncovered a monkey. Apparently, the monkey had once been a pet to the Huss family but had since been abandoned along with the sleds and guns. He was about three feet tall, covered in short tan colored hair except around his face, which had skin the same color as his hair and massive, bright blue eyes. He immediately took to the Huss family, but didn't trust me. The feeling was mutual. Eventually, our work was finished and we sat down on some old sofas around the two piles. Mr. Huss came into the shed and began to take pictures with a blocky old white camera. After he took a picture of me, the monkey ran up to him and stole the camera. "Monkey, no!" I shouted. "You can't steal cameras from people." The monkey did not like being scolded. He turned to me we stared at each other for several seconds, at which point he lunged at me. I kicked him away the first time, but the monkey was too powerful and eventually got on top of me and began to choke me.
Then I woke up. It was snowing outside. I still don't trust monkeys.
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