#^@% up dream last night.
I usually don’t remember my dreams because I am either too tired or I get it mixed up with reality.
Last night or probably early this morning, I dreamt that my sister and I were running from this homeless lady who wanted my sister’s iPhone. We had our camera gear on our backs and came to this facility that resembled tree top trekking in a way; however, there were no trees, just all concrete.
We entered and started climbing, the girl catched up but then she turned into a man that somewhat resembled the Hulk, but less muscular and not green. We went left to try and escape, but the man caught up. I saw a giant red button, pushed it and we went back to where we started. This time, we went right and climbed a bunch of obstacles and then into this small area. The man eventually found us, he walked over a wooden platform which was fake and he fell through.
I found a spot in the wall that was made of Jell-o and you could go through it. I went through and called to my sister IT’S IN THE WALLS. She came through and we were on another side where there were multiple people, zombie like, that were slurring “It’s in the walls”. I told her to act like a zombie and just repeat “It’s in the walls….it’s in the walls”.
Next thing I know, and my dreams make no sense, we suddenly appeared in a giant bathroom. We ran between stalls and eventually ended up outside where our friends, who I have never seen in my life, were waiting for us.
I wonder what would of happened if I just gave my sister’s iPhone to the girl.
My 10,000th Tweet
Not sure if my 10,000th tweet deserves a victory dance or just continue my life as it was when I had 9,999 tweets.
I joined Twitter back about a year after it began. I didn’t understand it but wanted to be part of the socially cool kids on the Internet. I twittered and tried to gain followers to feel popular, but like many newbies I didn’t really fit in and my follower count didn’t increase, just like my bank account.
I deleted Twitter and rejoined later under my username Phrawr, not really caring about the follower count but just about my sarcastic tweets and photos.
Months went by and my follower count went up. People unfollowed because I didn’t follow them back; just so we’re clear, there is no rule on Twitter stating one must follow one back, especially when their tweets aren’t even in English. I also gained friends who I am grateful to have in my life, but I won’t list names as I don’t want anyone feeling left out, but you know who you are; @melrosenicole.
Do I now understand twitter? Not really, but maybe I will be this year’s end.
Until then, tweet on.
WARRIOR DASH! Better late than never.
On July 20th, I ran the Warrior Dash with my sister and two friends. After calling an OPP a liar for telling us we missed the parking, we parked in a farmer’s field beside a Jeep that was tailgating us earlier on.
Waiting in a line for our wave to begin, I was starting to feel nervous. Looking around there were many types of runners, some who were athletic, some wannabes, guys wearing orange shirts who were flexing, and some who just wanted to have fun. I dressed up as a Belieber.
When it was time to start the run, I wasn’t 100% sure what I was getting myself into. I knew there would be obstacles with 5KM of running and maybe some SMALL hills. No, they were bloody ski hills. But then again, it was at a ski resort.
I managed to do all the obstacles except for half of one. There was one that was a wall with small wooden blocks on it that you had to climb up. If you had short legs, this would be tough for you. I got to the top and climbed down the other side where I would then see that I would have to repeat what I just did. Starting to feel dizzy and faint, due to over exertion, my friend and I decided to skip it and continue onward.
Near the end of the run, you got to jump over fire and basically swim through a mud pit. The fire wasn’t scary as I anticipated and the mud pit, well- I got really annoyed with people who were delicately picking up the barbed wire fence to go under it so they wouldn’t get muddy. I basically just army crawled through it and ran to the finish line.
My friend Mel and I finished in 51 minutes, which I think was pretty good. We also beat those boys in orange! SUCKERS! We waited for my sister and her friend for a bit. We saw cheerios run by, Borat sporting his one sling string. We waited some more. Eventually my sister showed up and told us her friend broke her ankle.
What? How can someone break their ankle. Actually, she wasn’t the only one who broke her body. There were multiple ankle breaks and sprains. After dealing with the First Aid people, Mel and I took the bus back to get my car. There were no signs stating which was was exit, before a bimbo decided to knock on my car thinking I was going to run her over (which I should of for being stupid) I decided to go right. Guess what? That was the wrong way apparently. People were staring at me like they have never saw a car in their life. I just yelled “WHY, YES- THIS IS A CAR” in anger and did a 3-point turn and went the other way.
After we returned and picked up my sister and her friend, we headed to the emerge where Mel and I would leave my sister and her friend and have an adventure.
I’ll leave it at that we ended up washing ourselves with baby wipes and sink. Kind of like a hooker bath.
Good times to be had, but hey- at least I survived Warrior Dash.