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Every so often, I check out house listings. I’m not completely sure why but I guess part of it is because I really hate the whole seven roommate thing and would LOVE going down to one or two (specific roomies). That is a much more acceptable number.

I’m currently in love with a cute little 3/2 bungalow (one of my favorite house styles!) with a white picket fence. Big enough for two roommates, a small enough purchase price to be able to safely get away with only two roommates, in a great zip code (but not the best part of the great zip code but I’ll take what I can get). A mediocre part of a great zip code is still much better than an “ehhh…” part of East SJ. I would love to be able to walk around the block alone after dark. Fuck that, I would love to be able to even feel safe going out to my car in the damn driveway by myself after dark.

Of course nothing will happen with the cute bungalow though. So it’s all just wishful thinking – like everything else in my life pretty much.

What? Me depressed? Psht, naaaah.

It’s been forever. Sorry. I’m running in all sorts of directions lately and none of it is really interesting to anyone other than me who gets excited by a blade of grass.

For blog filler, here’s a brief rundown of a weird dream I had last night.
All the roommates and I were starring in a sci-fi movie except since I am so scared of aliens, they were replaced with miniature Mickey Mouses. There was something about running around a kitchen island to get a better look at the alien, something else about blue an white striped rocks that were located on a street called Asta that was located three miles from the beach and the only way to get there was on this space ship thing which basically was an empty, dark room with a circular hovercraft type thing and in order to keep it going you had to pull out little test tubes to make sure the mixture was correct. If it was, you could lay back and get stoned but if it wasn’t then you had to carve a perfectly symmetrical pattern on the hovercraft thing with a utility knife. There was something else about a flight of stairs that turned people into little kids but with all their adult jubbly bits so it was really creepy and weird. This flight of stairs also caused the people to start acting like crazed, rabid monkeys but as soon as they got a hold of the blue and white striped rocks it made them better. I was the only person who knew where and how to get these rocks and then when I was on a mission to get them, my car ended up getting totaled in a Mexican parking structure which was really a chop shop.

I have no idea. Feel free to analyze that if you wish. Just share the goods with me.

The past few days, all I have wanted to do is paint. Well, paint and have sex but let’s just go with the painting part. I get frustrated when I have to stop whether it is to make dinner or to let a piece dry in between layers or whatever. I cried last night partially because I needed more green paint. Who cries over paint? I mean, really.

I’m working on two things right now – one is just because and the other is for my mom for her birthday and Mother’s Day. I finished one the other day which was going to be for my mom but then I remembered that there isn’t any blue in the kitchen so screw it. I might try to change the blue to a pastel yellow or green but that is on the back burner right now. I must finish what I’m referring to as “the more important one” before I go back to try to fix the other one.

None of this painting frenzy is helped by a sale at an art supply store. I went there yesterday and made another run over today. In total, I bought five canvases, four 200ml tubes of paint, five brushes, a palette knife, and a UV-resistant acrylic coating spray for about $50. The spray wasn’t on sale and it was like $15 so there was a good chunk of the total. I’m itching to go again tomorrow but I’m about out of cash and there is no real reason to go back other than I want more canvases (and masking fluid for my watercolors). I figure I should use what I have before I buy more but mmrrgggghhhhheerrrr (<— frustrated, grumpy noise) SALE! Oh well… not like I have anything to do with the completed stuff anyway.