dreaming

I forget what movie had the sarcastic quote about how it's always so amazing to listen to other people's dreams because they're so interesting *insert eyeroll here.* Personally, I love listening to other people's dreams and interpreting my own.

Last night, in my dream, I was sitting in my basement watching television on this old couch that I use to have in my house. I still haven't decided what the significance of that is, but for now, I don't think that's the most important part of the dream. All of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye, I see a huge spider crawling up the wall. I don't think it actually exists in the real world, but it had a white body and some red markings on it with long black legs. I'm not one to kill spiders at all. I let them be, because I always think, who am I to kill them? They aren't bothering me. At most, I'll take them outside. Otherwise I'll just let them roam along. So, I see this spider and I spring up out of my seat and chase it around my basement. I hit it with a shoe, but I miss. I think I caught a couple of its legs though, because it was kind of limp crawling away. It gets onto the floor and manages to crawl under my sewing table. I reach in to hit it, but I miss again. I do catch more of its legs, though. The disturbing thing was that I could swear the spider was screaming. It was letting out this high pitched screech.

I Googled the significance of spiders and I found this great website.

From that explanation on the significance of spiders in dreams, I think viewing the spider as a symbol of feeling trapped in a situation or relationship is right on. I feel trapped because I cannot find a job at the moment, so my daily life seems bleak and without purpose. Me killing the spider, or attempting to, signifies my attempts at trying to break free but not quite getting it. Or, if I were to see the spider in my dream as waiting to take action before knowing all the facts, that could relate to a situation in my life which seems all well and good in theory. But, being the impulsive person that I am, I tend to jump too quickly into things and I need to step back and think logically. Alternatively, there was another part of my dream which had me in a subway station. The subway represents confusion and a person who's making a hasty decision, which seems to tie in well with the spider.

I guess I just have to take it one step at a time.

i'm teeming with excitement

In two short weeks this beauty will be sitting on my desk. I have never in my life used a new computer, let alone owned my own computer. Times are changing! :)

be still my heart

The cuteness is just too much to take! I recently discovered Linda's website. She is a parrotlet breeder in Vancouver. I've been completely enamoured with these birds for a while now, and it's great to find someone like Linda who comes highly recommended.

For the most part I'm a cat lady, but I use to care for birds all the time when I was younger, and I think they make wonderful pets. I have a cat at home now, however, it's a big house, so my allergies don't often get the better of me. I'd imagine, though, being cloistered up in an apartment would not serve me well. Not to mention, if I ever tried to take my cat with me when I move, my dad would probably weep uncontrollably. Next year once I'm all settled in my new place, I will be purchasing one of these lovely sweet hearts.

said the graduate

As of this past Thursday, I am officially a graduate. I ended up going to my convocation on the request of my mother, otherwise I would have told them to send me my diploma in the mail.

Why am I, or so it seems, completely bitter about graduation, when it should in fact be a joyous occasion? Because. I've actually had "life" experiences beyond the education system. I'm one of those who went back to school after doing other things. I will, of course, look back fondly on my school memories and the people I met there, but I will always keep in mind that school is just that. A place to learn. Regardless of what they tell you in terms of College being the hands on experience vs. University which is theoretical and intangible, it's what you make of it. And, having to sit through pseudo-motivational speeches, and Vitamin C's graduation song being played, the event really wasn't inspiring or enjoyable whatsoever. Tell me some true to life shit. Share with me some real wisdom. Throw me a job. That, would be helpful.

Of course it's a milestone to graduate College, and I am obviously proud of myself. Two years, high honours, 3.9 GPA. Hell yes! But, my grade means nothing unless I do something with it. Until I make something of my name, it will remain stagnant on my diploma along with some arbitrary number that's supposed to prove I'm an intelligent person.

On a completely off topic, my picture above, was a delightful find off Etsy this past week. An antique porcelain egg by Paris Royal. As soon as I saw it, I knew I had to have it. I have quite the collection and fondness for nick-knacks. I'm going to be one of those little old ladies with shelves upon shelves of arbitrary little figurines. One can never have enough of such things.

entering the crafting world

I've always been a collector of cute miniature shoes. So, I decided over the weekend that I should make little shoes out of clay and attempt to sell them. Handmade crafts are very popular, and I've discovered many of my favourite artists over on Etsy. I'm hopeful that once I get this whole thing going, people will be interested in my work.

Last night I painstakingly sculpted a little shoe out of clay. All through Happy Days, Laverne and Shirley, and 4 episodes of Newly Wed Newly Dead. I even etched out a little pattern around the shoe. I was about to bake it in the oven so that afterwards I could paint it, but silly me, I hadn't noticed on the label that it was non-drying clay. I figured, okay maybe it doesn't dry, but it surely must be able to bake. It's clay after all!

I put my beautiful shoe in the oven and watched it for about 4 minutes or so. I observed that it looked like it was sweating. I took it out of the oven, and yeah, non-drying clay doesn't bake. Sadly, I will not see the fruits of my labour in a completed shoe at the moment. I'll have to head to the store in the next few days and pick up some clay meant for such things. C'est la vie.

As you can see from my picture ^, my pretty little shoe is going to remain in its clay state forever.

happy friday

This video is lovely. A send off to a wonderful weekend. Ta ta until Monday. xo

the last sheep has been thrown

Today was such a nice day. I had a delicious breakfast and found some pretty flowers in my backyard. This whimsy and nostalgia was enough to make me 100 per cent sure on my decision to get rid of my Facebook for good. I'd been thinking on it for a while, but this dose of "life" sealed the deal. At least blogging has its uses for sharing art and writing.

I've always just hated Facebook. I re-joined some time after the beginning of the school year because I needed something to do while I was sitting in class. But, it proved to be a huge anticlimactic let down. I get more fed up with every annoying thing about it and I'm reaching critical mass.

My grievances are as follows: people who have nothing better to do with themselves aside from stage photoshoots to feed their narcissistic egos. Meaningless correspondences. False sentiments. An excuse to be a lazy friend. And there are those godforsaken applications always being delivered to me. As I log in right now, I have one hundred and six requests to add applications ranging from 'Pirates', to 'Fairy Garden', to 'Who is Your Twilight Guy.' They are just sitting there, waiting for me to decline or accept. That's a whole lot of pointless clicking for something that isn't even bluffing me with an Olive Garden gift card.

It seems that I'm always getting emails telling me that someone I know on Facebook threw a sheep at me, headbutted me, high-fived me, licked me, punched me, or even threw Barack Obama at me (?!). This being Facebook, of course, I'll be expected to reciprocate -- which will require me to add an application. This all serves to make me feel horribly neglectful. I won't ignore a friend ... unless that friend makes me go through a bunch of pointless rigamarole just to say hi. Then, I simply refuse.

Also, there's a hint of illegality that wafts around Facebook perennially. The fact that the site has changed its Terms of Service to state that the pictures and information on even deleted accounts can be used by the site forever and however it chooses without even providing users forewarning, bothers me. I would have gotten out before this change was enacted, had I known. From what I'm reading around the web, others would have as well.

The point is, I really detest Facebook. But, we're all mired to the fetid heap of it by the handful of people who we have no other means of communicating with. Nothing personal, but I'm getting out. I'll be deleting my account by the end of the week.

how can i lower interest rates on my credit card?

"There is no current problems with your credit card, but your offer to lower your interest rates expires in the next couple days. Please stay on the line to speak with a representative."

This was the message, accompanied by the pre-recorded voice, that greeted me on the other end of the phone line this afternoon. Not even a hello. How rude.

Now, there's a reason why people get these spam phone calls, and it's not because everyone is an impotent, anxious, depressive, small-minded person just waiting for a "good deal." It's simply because people actually fall for this sleight of hand. For those of us that see the hook poking out from the worm and keep on swimming, pat yourself on the back.

This hasn't been the first time that I've gotten a phone call like this one. I've had a multitude of offers from this same company, to lower the interest rate on the credit card that I don't own. I've stayed on the line many times before in order to have my number removed from their calling list, and to no avail.

The conversation goes as follows:

Soliciting theiving asshole: "Hello, and how can I help you lower your interest rates today?"
Me: "Yes, hello. I would like to speak to someone about removing my number from your calling list."
*line goes dead*

I'd think that it was just all an inoccent mistake, if it hadn't of happened to me before. I would say, give or take, about 5 times, I've gotten through to someone, and as soon as I mention my number being removed from their calling list, they hang up. Not to mention, I haven't heard once from any one of the operators the actual name of the company. Their number is unavaliable, leaving no way to call back and contact them. Utter bullshit.