My World In Black And White

My tagline Dreams in Technicolor (My world in Black and White). It occurs to me that I have let this one go and picked up another way more boring blog topic. So I have decided to come back to this one and be as sarcastic and irritable as humanly possible so I can fit in with the me from two years ago. Who... I might add seems terribly more interesting than myself. Even if she was pretty damn depressed. No worry since then I have got everything changed around... the point where I read my previous entries and wonder how I got so normal. I envy the me of two years ago for being a complete skitz. You never know how good you've got it do you?

Miss Mary Mac All Dressed In Black

Early morning blogs when you have had no sleep are never good. They make no sense and are just plain horrible to read. I took it down luckily I remembered I had written it.
sadness.
~Lady of the Tide Pool

Nerd Rage

I entered the arena tourney on world of warcraft. Still figuring some stuff out. Like what the flying %^&* I am doing. I play a Disc Priest. Which is the most awesome thing ever. I just don't understand why someone would waste 20 dollars signing up for it just to suck it up completely?
I could basically roll my face across my keyboard and still beat some of these people.I met a rogue today who gemmed resil. even though we were all given plenty. If as a healer I didn't need more resil neither did he. He also had stam and basically I stood there and let him kill himself on my shield. He was nice but his partner was mean so I helped him and told him to leave his partner.
I am evil yes. But I haven't been down right mean to anyone except his mage partner who told me that his rogue sucked but I was good. So I told him that I knew I was good and that he sucked but I would help his partner.
That is the end of my rant. I realize that if you haven't wasted your life on wow this went over your head and good for you. You have a life and I envy you.
~Lady of The Tide Pool

Cuddling and Spoons

I am making homemade mushroom soup with tomato bacon pesto mozzarella tomato sandwiches. Yikes. I am so sleepy I don't know what to do. I forgot to mention the homemade croutons. Blah this post is sooo boring. I mean I am going to fall asleep. I wouldn't blame you if you did too. Wanna cuddle? Can I be the inside spoon?
~Lady of The Tide Pool

Omnipotent Beings And Wonder Balls

Okay, this struck me as kinda sad. I was browsing blogs (I have nothing against Christians, well the ones without racism and hate crimes.) and I came across this blog that was rather boastful and arrogant. I was looking at this self righteous crap and saying "Wow, what is this guys malfunction?" Then I looked at his profile statement. Instead of describing himself in this statement or even explaining the nature of his blog it said, "God loves me." Which isn't a bad thing for a christian to believe that their god loves them. Not at all. What struck me was the self righteous nature of the blog and the fact that he only identified himself not as a unique person but by the love of his god. It seemed like he was using that statement to somehow justify his blog.
So I have something to say to those who believe that their identity is based solely off of gods love and even more to say to those who use it as a weapon against others. According to your own religion Christians your god loves everyone (according to my religion too but that is another days topic). He made each person unique. So if you identify yourself most proudly based on your gods love not only are you breaking a deadly sin (Pride) you aren't being the unique person your god supposedly intended you to be. (I only say supposedly because while well versed in the Christian religion, I am not one.) Not all people who believe their god loves them are breaking a deadly sin. I am just saying that playing by your own rules you shouldn't use your gods love for you as a weapon. Don't identify yourself based only on that love, know it is there and be yourself. Because you must know who you are on your own and love yourself before another can love you. I will say it again god made you unique for a reason, don't be a lemming and use an omnipotent beings love as a weapon. I don't think he would like that much...
In other news remember Wonder Balls the candy? That song just popped into my head. I don't think they make them anymore. My mom would never let me have them when we went to the store. They were kind of expensive and when I got a little older and got one on my own they were kind of gross. A chocolate ball which when broken has fruity candy inside and it wasn't good candy. The song was horrible so I am kind of upset it is in my head just stuck there...lingering...haunting...annoying...tears.

~Lady of The Tide Pool

Crazy Dreams, Crazy Things, And States I Won't Go To

I tend to wake up in the middle of the night and hallucinate. Especially if I have taken a sleeping pill. Normally its spiders and Eric has to cuddle me until I fall back asleep because I truly will not fall asleep any other way since we found that huge deep black spider with the bulbous butt on the bottom level entry hall thing. Since then I have seen spiders dropping from the ceiling, crawling on the bed, and have thought they were crawling on me to the point where you would think I had done some sort of drug, but no I just get terrified.
A few times I have shouted at Eric to go check the house because I have seen men in the room. Like seriously seen them. Before you think I am all crazy its just in the two seconds I open my eyes after sleeping. Its a common side effect of my sleeping pills which is why I would rather get one of my unhealthy spurts of staying up for two days straight than take one.
This all comes along because my brother was making noise in the front room last night and I woke up and could have sworn there was someone crawling through my bedroom window. Okay so my bedroom window is on the top floor,but there is a balcony someone could theoretically climb up and get in. Not really but that is the way my brain works at four am when I have just woken up.
Luckily I am not paranoid. LOL. The actual definition of paranoia my doctor tells me is when you think that the world is out to get you specifically. Like the world has a vendetta against you and is plotting your downfall.
My fears aren't necessarily based around me they are based around calculations, and rationalizations to an extent. Or so I am told. I rationalize my way into fear which my old doctor used to think was interesting. Statistics and such are my world when it comes to stuff like that and I would rather be safe than sorry. There is an irrational side to my rationalization however. There are entire states I will NOT go to based off horror movies having taken place there. And I don't mean circumstantial horror movies like the Exorcist. In that movie those people were in trouble not because of their environment. I mean things like the movie "Decent" and "Texas Chainsaw Massacre". I have yet to see a horror movie placed in Utah, Nebraska, or Nevada but I am still very wary of those states. I have been and let me tell you they are no good. Anyway while I am scared based of "Environmental Horror Movie States" I am not that silly. I will go to Texas if need be. Just don't ask me to put myself in the same position the people in the movie did. I will not go on a road trip through the back of Texas and pick up a hitchhiker, and further more there is no way in hell you are getting me to go spelunking in Tennessee. So there is my crazy blog. About pure craziness, with a side of crazy.

~Lady of The Tide Pool

Pancakes An Impostor

One of my friends said something weird about pancakes. Now I am thinking and reflecting on how pancakes are disgusting in the first place but even more so now. Pancakes are not cake people! They just aren't no amount of imagining or pleading (I don't know why you would plead but to each their own) will make them cake. They are dry nearly sugarless, floppy, and did I mention dry? Blah. I take issue with pancakes because they call themselves cake...but they are not... Okay I just got a text and things got weirder... lets start in on butter on pancakes just because yeah no thanks. Butter does not stay on a pancake where it should no it runs off the side. Stay where you are put butter! And more importantly you are too good for pancakes! I don't want pancakes anywhere near me.
Ooo I forgot.. Silver dollar pancakes are the worst!!! They normally are like a sandwich sort of thing. Well decided cake IMPOSTOR are you pretending to be a sandwich or a cake?
In other news reading Sookie Stackhouse - Club Dead
And I just remembered I got my Audible points today!

~Lady of The Tide Pool