Pine Needles Are Not Your Friend....

Okay, so I'm getting pretty good at this whole "blogging" thing.

Last night, I had the weirdest dream. I was with my old German class at college (in class, DUH!) and we were watching New Moon. Having blogged about Chan and my adventure that included seeing it, I tried to rationalize IN MY DREAM why I'd be watching this monstrosity over again.....unless it would be with my very good friends, Britt and Jeremy, as we watch it with this little voiceover thing that gives humorous commentary NOT made by the actors or filmmakers, or anyone really associated with the film.....

But I digress.

As we were watching, we came to the part where Jacob rushes to Bella's aid after she had taken her motorcycle, rode it seemingly for a minute or so, lost control, and crashed it, hitting her head.....and in my mind, HOPEFULLY knocking some sense into that peabrain of hers.....but I was so wrong....

Jacob rides up on his bike, rides 3 feet, jumps off of it with this really over-exaggerated spin move, and rushes to Bella, who has a small cut on her forehead that's not really bleeding all that much, but it was enough to where Jacob felt the need to RIP OFF HIS SHIRT to staunch the blood....much to my disgust and the squeals of happiness from the rest of the female population.

And then, my dream shifts. The movie stops. Class is over. As we all started walking away, my friend Daniel---who is the biggest teddy bear ever---and one of the best people I know to boot, comes up to me and asks, "Wouldn't having sex in pine needles be awkward?"

My reply......was to say nothing, because he continued. "I mean, you'd be all like, "OWOWOWOWOWOWOW!!!!" as you were being stuck with thousands of pine needles...and then the forest creatures.... you have to think of them as well....."

"Lay off the Skittles, man," I say. "The rainbow has obviously messed with your brain."

And then I woke up, bewildered, to the sound of my phone going off.....alerting me that I had a text message from Chan.

The more I think about my dream, the more uncomfortable I get. Not just because it was Twilight related, or that my German class would watch it for that matter....just from the fact that my subconscious mind is very disturbing. I really, REALLY don't want to ponder this any further.

Anyway, I guess that's enough horror for now...

Peace, love, and all that jazz.