RPatz

I was told today that I should do blogs about my dreams. Before you groan, hear me out. My dreams are vivid, and I usually remember them really well the next morning. They are also, almost always, really strange or random. And I find myself at a loss for other things to write about on here. So I present you with last night's dream.

As many may know, I am obsessed with Robert Pattinson AKA Edward Cullen in Twilight. He is British and handsome, even if he doesn't wash his hair. I have loved him since he portrayed Cedric Diggory in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. He was the star of my dream last night. Somehow, we met and we end up making out. He has fallen madly in love with me and wants nothing more than to be with me. I, however, point out that I have a boyfriend and turn him down (even though it was a dream, I do feel rather bad for making out with him). He becomes rather angsty and says that if I can't be with him, will I at least be his friend and seldom leave his side. He points out that it will be too painful for him to have no contact with me after so soon being turned down and because of his strong feelings. I agree to his mopey British request. The dream ends with me apologizing for the posters of him hanging on my wall; I tell him that I hope it doesn't make him feel too awkward. He assures me it doesn't, and we sit and talk as friends.

All in all, a good dream. I feel the fact that I turned down my number one celebrity crush, even though it was a dream and I could have married him and had 50 babies, is significant. I pointed this out to the boyfriend, and assured him that I would take the same course should this situation arise in real life.

See what I mean about my dreams?

Fantasy

I have an ability to day dream to the point where I get so wrapped up in all of it that I actually forget what is real and what is not. This is both awesome yet terrible/heartbreaking. With lack of better things to do, I have been rewatching Sex and the City for the millionth time. Since I'm on the last episode of the series, this has led to my newest day dream about living a fabulous life in Paris in which I eat magnificent foods while never gaining weight, shop for couture while never running out of money, and see beautiful things every day. All of this is minus an arrogant, older Russian boyfriend (we all know I prefer the younger set). But seriously, I could get used to being able to see this every night...

Revelations

Whilst partaking in the life of an unemployed person, I got THISCLOSE to actually thinking I could get used to this particular lifestyle. Laying around all day if I felt like it, sleeping at random hours of the day, etc. However, today I reached my breaking point. I spent the entire day, and I do mean entire, in my bedroom trying to get rid of things and conjoin my College Station belongings with the neverending source of crap that is my childhood room. Claustrophobia set in, and out flew the thought that maybe one day I actually wouldn't mind staying at home with a kid. Eew. So while not really having much to do can be quite nice at times, I find that it is necessary to get out of the house and do something structured. However, I know that once I do find a job (whenever that may be) I will be longing for my days of nothingness. So the question is, what job combines the two? If I can find that perfect balance, I would be the happiest girl alive.