I'm sitting on the stairs right now, because that is definitely the best place to blog. Not really, I just made that up as an excuse to be seated on the stairs, not that I need an excuse. But I do have one. I'm waiting to the dryer to stop. I can hear it better on the stairs.
I'm still in a shittastic position when it comes to my school books. I can't get onto my AOL mail via my Grandfather's internet, so I have to use the Brother's iPhone 4. Which is a load of shit. Not the iPhone, the internet situation. I'm trying to hold on to these three different sellers, one of whom is going to refund my order, and then I have to buy the book back from him. Like I said, shittastic.
Everyone got sunburnt yesterday but me. Which is bizarre. I mean, I got a little sun, but everyone else is red. My skin is anti-sun. I'm so white, I just reflect the sun.
The Brother and I have interesting conversations before we sleep, usually in between reading. Last night's was about being fat and different methods people use to get unfat. He has been on this weird Slim Fast diet for maybe a month or so. He's lost 15 lbs, which is awesome and nothing to sneeze at, but apparently he's still considered overweight based on his BMI. Me personally, I'm not overweight, which is surprising. But I'd still like to slim down a bit.
My Grandfather just looked down from the kitchen and said:
"I've never seen anyone sit there. In all the years I've lived here, I've never seen anyone sit there. What would prompt anyone to sit there?"
So funny.
The dryer stopped.
I've turned it on again for another 10 minutes. That way I can finish this blog and then fold the laundry. I was running so low on laundry. I had like two long-sleeved shirts(which, honestly, I'm not going to wear), a pair of jeans(not going to wear), a t-shirt, and a tank top. Along with a few underthings, that was it. My suitcase is pretty much empty right now.
Ugh
So back to what I was saying about Brother and I:
The night before last we talked about dreams. We learned that we both dream in color, although I tend to remember my dreams more than he does. Personally I love dreaming. I know some people find that if they wake up from a dream, and remember it, they find they are more tired than if they hadn't remembered it. I am quite the opposite. We also talked about our physical ailments and whether they affect us in our dreams. Like for instance, I wear glasses, as does my mom. Obviously in real life if I were to take my glasses off, things would be blurry, same with my mom. But in dream state, I can see perfectly clear, although in real life, I'm not wearing my glasses(I do not wear glasses when I sleep). But my mom finds most of her dreams blurry, as if she isn't wearing her glasses. I know that in general, real life rules do not apply in dream, like flying, but it makes me wonder if people who can't walk have dreams where they walk. Apparently even blind people have dreams, how cool is that?
Yeah, so that's about it. Here's the picture I tried to post yesterday, hopefully:
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