I had a dream last night about someone that I haven't seen in ages. Dreams like these, the ones where you're re-united with someone that you have unfinished business with, always stick with me for days. I just can't shake the feeling like something is just out of reach. Last night, I dreamed of Michael. I have had a crush on Michael since I was 12. We were in seventh grade and he sat next to me in science class. Our brothers were friends. And he had been my tormentor all through elementary school. Anyway, we sort of flirted around each other all through high school. He changed schools, came back, and we continued to flirt around each other. And, whenever it seemed like we would actually get together, some other stupid boy stepped in and ruined it. I was ending one disasterous relationship, and hoping to start one with him when the idiot with whom it was ending not so subtly warned him off, which I never could understand. Jason didn't want me but he couldn't stand the idea of me being with someone else! Does that make sense to anyone? That was stupid boy number one. Stupid boy number two isn't actually stupid. We were just really drunk and I quickly put a halt, explaining that I really liked Michael and that I always like Michael. Unfortunately, word got back to Michael, just not what I wanted him to hear and I haven't seen him since. I did run into his father one day, at my job. And now this dream. I put a lot of store in dreams. I just wish I knew what to do with it. Do I try to find him, see him, talk to him? I'll have to stew over this for a little while.

What the hell is is about Christmas that completely brings out the schlock!? I am desperately trying to figure this out. I think I'm the only person I know who hates the damn "Christmas Shoes" Song! It truly brings up the bile in me. Could it get more, I don't know, gimicky? Its got the guy who oversings, the sappy lyrics, the children's choir singing the sappy lyrics. It's possible worse than "Dear Mr. Jesus", which used to be charming, when I was 12.

Oy Vey! And what is with all of the "pop" stars who sing Christmas songs and then, well ruin them. It's enough to want to make me stick with the classics, you know, Bing, Ella, Frank, Dean. Only 21 more days of having to put up with all!

You'd never guess from this post that I actually adore Christmas! It is my favourite time of year.

Sorry I've been so remiss in my postings. I didn't have anything to say, though!

There must be something in the air lately. I don't know what it is, maybe it's the weather- the gloom in the air- but I have been a total flakey airhead, and frankly, it's totally unlike me! I just can't seem to get out of this weird, light-headed fog. It's making me feel very, very blonde!

Everyone have a nice Thanksgiving!

When I was taking classes at Buff. State in the Spring of 2003, I had taken a class in child psychology. In part of it, we learned about different types of intelligence. Last night, it was oh so aparent that I am completely lacking in Bodily-Kinesthetic Intelligence. I look like a spastic chicken when trying to perform routines. It takes me forever to actually get it into my head and then into my limbs on how to actually perform anything that is routine. It's what me an awful cheerleader, but I worked very hard to end my ineptitude. It hasn't worked thus far. Hello, my name is Springfaerie, and I have no Bodily-Kinesthetic ability!

Well, last night I went to see "the Polar Express" with my Uncle Stan, the senior VP for SonyImageworks. I have to tell you, the movie was flawless! And if you're planning on going to see it, if to just see the computer graphics, you need to see it at the Imax in 3-D. It truly is the only way to see this movie. I was completely blown away by the imagery and the camera movement and the details- my God! the details were- well- perfect! Go and see it at the Imax. It is so worth the money. You won't be disappointed.

And if you have nothing to do tonigt at around 6, come to the Albright for my Uncle's lecture on visual storytelling. It's going to be awesome!

Hope to see you there, (E:peeps)!

I'm going in on Mega Millions lotto pool at work. It's up to about $100 million dollars now. Needless to say, if we *DO* win, NO ONE will be coming to open the bank on Monday!

Once we decided, "What the hell? Why not? What do we have to loose?", talk immediately turned to, "What would you do?" I've had this conversation a few times over the years ("Over the years"- like I'm *SO* old, or something!) and my answer is pretty much the same everytime. Here goes...

1. Pay off all of my debts
2. Pay off my parents' and brothers' debts
3. Buy a house for myself, a huge three story Victorian, preferably that needs
a lot of work
4. Build my parents their dream house, wherever they want
5. Buy myself a dark blue beetle (my needs are simple!)
6. Buy my parents matching jags! (British racing green for mom, and maybe for
dad, too!)
7. Fly my family first class to England for a huge family Christmas!
8. Take my grandmother on a trip, wherever she wants to go.
9. Go to NYC on a fabulous shopping spree- Tiffany's here I come!

I'm sure there's lots more but that's all I can think of right now.

Enjoy your own dreams, E- peeps!

There is an evil wonderfulness about Ebay. I go through these periods where I'm completely ensconced, sucked into its tacky beauty. I am a shopper and I'm a collector and I'm a rather competitive person. It ought to be an anathema to me. But it is not.

I go through periods where I [c]buy, buy, buy![/c] and then I must banish myself from it, for the good of myself, the good of my check book, and- dare I say it- the good of humanity!

Ah, Ebay, you are what you are, and you do what you do. My God, I both love and hate you!

:) Check out this week's ArtVoice, E-Peeps. My uncle is in it! Yay, Uncle Stan! And he's lecturing at the Allbright Veteran's Day night (11/11) about film and the history of film making and stuff like that! I'm so psyched! I can't wait! :)

Who knows what the future holds? Once, I thought I did, but all I do know now is that I want to be a teacher. It's a career that I know that I could be good at- scratch that, it's a career that I know that I will be exceptional in! I had a good taste of the reality of teaching when I was an Americorps "Volunteer" in an elementary school. Basically, I was a teaching assistant and I got to see the good, the bad, the ugly, the sublime, the wonderous, the beautiful, and the painful when I worked in this school. One of my students that I tutored for the summer of 2001, a beautiful, happy, mischievous little boy named Zachary passed away when I was there and it was devastating. Yes, I got to experience all of the joys and the horrors of teaching without all of the responsiblity.

It took me a long time to stop fighting what was so disgustingly obvious, that I am meant to be a teacher. I kept telling myself, "Absolutely not! I don't want to have to deal with all of THAT!" And there are things that need to change, it is far from perfect, but the rewards genuinely outweighed all of that, at least for me. Maybe it was because I was working with 5-10 year olds, and it was before that irritating teenage attitude set in, for the most part (of course there were exceptions with that), but they genuinely wanted someone to listen and someone to care and someone to take an interest in them and treat them like a person instead of *just* a child. There were some things that came out of my students' mouths that astonished me- things so profound and full of depth and they just KNEW. I learned a lot in those two years (including the correct spelling of "a lot"- two words, not one!) But most of all, I learned that I need to be in a creative job with good hours and a lot of much earned vacation time! Now, I just have to go back to school, get my master's in El. Ed. with certification, and I have to get moving on this, NOW!

I think the problem with this election is that [c] all [/b] [/c] of the people that think for themselves and have a brain in their heads live in the same area. Apparently, people, what we need to do is branch out, move into the "heartland" and make them see what the hell is really up! Damn the imbeciles! 4 more years of what? Death, destruction, mayhem, a shitty economoy, fear, lies, and a war that no one wanted. God bless America- we're certainly going to need it!