How closely did my vacation mirror my dream? Well, I saw my dad and anna. That was cool, minus the dad-still-drinking thing. Anna has these three kids, all in their twenties. My christmas story is of the youngest, 23. You see, I knew that Anna had gotten me underwear, thong, for x-mas, because I was there when she got it. I had to stop her from getting me floral. So, when David, poor, unsuspecting David reached for my stocking, I just sat back and watched. He looks in. He pulls out the thong, looks at it, changes expression, looks again, looks around to see if someone is going to explain this to him. I started laughing... and told him it was for me. He blushed and stuffed it back in and was like "her, Dawn." Ha ha ha. Oh, its the little things in life. Then I returned home.

Mom thoughfully broke her leg three days before I came home. My week was spent cleaning and cooking, etc. it wasn't so bad, i got to feel like a good daughter and take care of my mom, and I made some fun things. I also got contacts and glasses which brings me to...

My poorness. I got to pay for them myself, which I had not expected, so I am -200 in my very tight budget. Its a good thing I spent a little more than I had planned on the kids' x-mas present, and that books are so expensive. Oh dear. Were will I get the extra money?

I think my only option is to work for food service. I really really would not like being a server.

Its good to be home in walla walla. Ah. i am actaully excersizing about 30-40 min everyother day. I have had some good times talking with danielle now that she is back. And I got high with samson. I am not so much a fan. Its okay, but I just got sleepy, I did not even get to enjoy my toking victory amongst the two girls of the group.

The weekend before I went to the phi post-I, where a guy with a girlfriend hit on me. yeah me. Ass, he does not know that I know he has a g-friend. Maybe he was not, and it was in my imagination. Nope, because people commented on it.

I have an art test and a genetics test on Monday, an ecology test on Tuesday, a Japanese test on Wednesday, and a Physics test on thursday, so of course right now I am... Not Studying! Yeah!
Instead I am daydreaming at work about my upcoming break. Cue blurry vision, daydream music, and ....

I am in California, were I am meeting my dad's fiance for the first time. i am seeing my sick ol' pa, and helping nurse him back to health. I am also seeing nearby friends and applying for exciting lab positions. My grades come back as A's as my GPa sky rockets.

I am not thinking about how i did not get into the neuro lab I had been previously promised a spot in.
No, because that would piss me off, and this is a daydream. back to unreality...

I am working out every day (hey-its a daydream) and getting back the nice body I had at the beginning of the year. Of course, the hot californian men are noticing my efforts, which are instantaniously apparent. After a tearful goodby to my dad and Anna, who have created a bond with me that will last till next time, I return home to the other part of my loving family.

There I enjoy the snowfall and give my brothers their awesome x-mas gift they will love and appreciate me for. Shawn and Bob win their basketball game while I am there and scott is enjoying his new job. Santa pays for new glasses or contacts, so I do not have to. He is so thoughtful. I return to Whitman rested and somehow glowing.


okay, thats good for now, back to reality..
Dawn

AHHHHHHHHHH,
so full. The food was delicious. As usual, mom and I made too much food. I made homwmade whipping cream with nutmeg and honey, and now I think I am addicted. I am going to make more today. When I get unfull. that hasn't happened yet. Now I am going to burn all the calories off by sitting on my but and watching Orlando Bloom, I mean, Kingdom Heaven.

Dawn

And then there were two. We have only two kittens left, they are just so cute they keep finding homes. Darn. Although, the all grey kitten which is my personal favorite is still here. It made life more entertaining for me today by pooing in the car after I picked it up on my way home from my "go to college/whitman especially" presentation. Stupid Cat. My talk went well, although I found out from an old teacher that this years' seniors are kind of duds; a lot of them dropped out of high school, compared to other years' seniors, and not a lot of them are planning on going to college. I did get to see some kids that were freshamn when I went there. They are all grown up now, just about, and in general they recognized me before I remembered who they were. I have a cold. My family infects me every time I come home. I am just not up to that kind of hostile, bioweapon-slinging-environment anymore. I come home all worn out, and boom, they have a five foot virus or bacterium waiting for me. I thought this morning on my way out that I might have a cold, and now it is almost 8pm, and the right half of my head could use a pressure release valve. Tomorrow should be fun. I am supposed to go read to the local elementary school kids- I don't know if that's going to happen.
Dawn

p.s. I got the ingredients today for my sweet potato pie! Never had it before, so I am looking forward tosome southern sweetness.

I have four kittens to adore. We are taking them back and forth to the local feed store,a nd have gotten one a home already, but I still have three. They are so soft and lovable. They will come up by your face and nuzzle you, and knead their wittle paws on your chest/thigh/lip/ear. I also have given myself a project to do outside my homework. I am going to be presenting to a couple of classes back at my old high school on Whitman, and college in general. It is going to be fun. I met with them today and got permission to present tomorrow, since school is out for them after that. So, I will get my presentation prepared tonight on power point and present tomorrow. Woo hoo!

I am home again, enjoying the quite that comes only when the house is asleep. I have a fire burning in the fireplace, and a cup of tea. Ahhh. In the morning, I will not have to get up until I am good and ready to. Well, te noys will undoubtably wake me up, but I can go back to sleep when they are gone to school. And all I had to do to get to this state of being is survive a blowout on the highway. Here's what happened.

I found a wonderful carpool through Rachel. Her friend Jamie and her were heading to Spokane and agreed to bring me along. We started late, but no sweat, I have ten days to get home. It was nice, they are both fun and the convo was easy. One thing was a bit odd. I kept feeling avibration, like the road was grated. I thought it was the road, since neither of the girls seemed to notice. Then it got worse, and I started to say something about it, then trailed off. Then it changed in a moment from gentle shudder to voilent. Rachel said she thought it was like a helicopter behind us. Jamie was asking "whats that, what's that" and I replied "I think we have a flat, pull over". Sure enough, I look at the back tire and it is FLAT. It must have popped a little bit, that was the low key vibration, then blown out for real from the continued stress. We had no spare. Actually, we looked for it in the wrong place, in te back rather than under the car, but there ended up being none there either. We called Triple A and got towed the 91 miles to Spokane. Luckily, the first 100 miles are free for members. He he, we came in just under the wire! While waiting, we laughed and enjoyed some OC cds on my laptop. It was actually quite fun. Then, when we got into the city, we dropped Rachel and me off at Whitworth were she met friends and I met my ride

Except my ride was not there. I of course assumed the worst, that Jon got lost and I was going to be left alone in the city. And his cell was off, so I could not call him. What sucked was that Rachel's friends' house was two doors down from the admissions office were I was to be picked up. It was warm and friendly there, with 5 different baked goods in the kitchen. The admission parking lot was foggy and cold and dark. light...dark....warm...cold. Yet Jon would be in the parking lot and so too must I, then. We drove around the block following random silver sedans, because that was fun part number three. My family got a new car, and all I knew was that it was a silver sedan, and I had not seen it yet. Just as we pulled into the lot for the third time, he pulled in after, so all was well. Our bonding adventure was at an end. Those girls rock.

By the way, the do I like me question was rhetorical, do not respond. Please.

So, I read my sorority ma's livejournal complaining that she is tired with herself, and it made me self asess. I have been wondering lately if I am still happy with who I am, o if I have gotten off track and need to make some conscious decisions about who I am. So, there's our deep thought of the day. Is Dawn still a good person?

As usual, I am at work on the computer- yes, I took care of all my duties beforehand. okay, what to talk about first...Yeah, soccer! Team "Heavy Petting" wins a double header! We lived up to our other alias, tema intensity, by being a little overexcited about the whole thing. hey, you gotta keep your energy up when you have two games in a row, and the second one goes into two overtimes with a shoot off that cycled through our entire roster and back again. It worked, because we had a double header, and won both of ours. Well, points-wise we won. Our third girl was ten minutes late into the first game, so even though we won 5-3, we still "lost". Eh, we know who's on top! I got to learn the game as I played, and i think I get it now. not that its complicated, but it is tiring. So..tired..why...and my tailbone in pain...?
Why does my tailbone hurt? Is that normal? What could I have hurt it doing? I
ran, I kicked, I just don't get it. Yet, all in all, today was very exciting and
worth the pain. Last night was also a party, well, it was three parties. I did not go out friday night, but last night I think I made up for it.
I went to friend Annies's 21st birthday at her beautiful apartment and had fruit and whipped cream and little desserts. There are pics of the event, which I hope to get on here or my fcebook, possibly both. We drank and talked till the 21 group headed out for the bar.
Then it was off to the Flat, where Ashley's house was having a keg. it was really loud, and there were some low points. But some high ones too. I saw Nav and Sara, which was is a rare and cool event, and Nav and I went to the RCC dance. On the way I saw my low point headed to the party- I had hoped to see him there and had been disappointed, but I resisted the urge to go back. For one hour. He wasn't there then. Obviously not as excited to see me overall, booh him. So now its back to reality, as slim shady wuld say. genetics test and ecology research paper and physics homework. But I REALLY don't want to move at all at the moment... I am going to be a sorry sight tomorrow.
Dawn

I am now a proud member of -no name- team for IM soccer. I have a mandatory speaker event to go to, so I will not be attending our first practice. So I won't have to prance through the frosty cold, which is good. Instead, i will be hearing about applying to grad school and all that stressful jazz. Which is bad. It is a competition between mental and physical anguish, but I guess I would rather stress in warmth. Although I am looking forward to learning soccer. the closest Ihave come to being on a soccer team was when I pretended to be a Soccer girl in my frst stab at online chatting. That got boring quick. I was myself in reality for abot ten minutes, got the same old questions, and so decided for fun to switch up my answers. I became a latina soccer player, but I kept my cup size... till I pretended to be a boy. I was -silvertongue- Apparently I did a pretty good job pretending to be a guy. This girl said I was sensitive and funny, and in short made me feel so bad I told her I was a girl, oops, sorry. That was the end of my chat room adventure. I don't kow how anyone can get into that, its all the same, and most of them lie.

Dawn's tangent of the day

MOODS OF A WOMAN
===============

An angel of truth, and a dream of fiction,
A woman is, a bundle of contradiction.

She's afraid of a wasp, will scream at a mouse,
But will tackle her boyfriend, alone in the house.

Sour as vinegar, sweet as a rose,
She'll kiss you one minute, then turn up her nose.

She'll win you in rage, enchant you in silk,
She'll be stronger than brandy, milder than milk.

At times she'll be vengeful, merry, and sad,
She'll hate you like poison, and love you like mad.



MOODS OF A MAN
==============
Horny.


Once upon a time,
in a land far away,
a beautiful, independent,
self-assured princess
happened upon a frog as she sat
contemplating ecological issues
on the shores of an unpolluted pond
in a verdant meadow
near her castle.

The frog hopped into the Princess' lap
and said: " Elegant Lady,
I was once a handsome Prince,
until an evil witch cast a spell upon me.
One kiss from you, however,
and I will turn back
into the dapper, young Prince that I am
and then, my sweet, we can marry
and setup housekeeping in yon castle
with my Mother,
where you can prepare my meals,

clean my clothes, bear my children,
and forever feel grateful and happy
doing so ."

That night,
on a repast of lightly sauteed frogs legs
seasoned in a white wine
and onion cream sauce,
she chuckled to herself and thought:
I don't fucking think so !!!!!



(An Irish Poem)

Some Guiness was spilt on the barroom floor
When the pub was shut for the night
Out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse
And stood in the pale moonlight
He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor
Then back on his haunches he sat
And all the night you could hear him roar
"Bring on the goddamn cat!"

May you live as long as you want to;
May you want to as long as you live.
If I'm asleep when you want to, wake me;
If I'm awake and don't want to, make me.

Here's to you, I'm glad that I metcha,
And now that I met you, I'm glad that I letcha,
And now that I letcha, I betcha I'd letcha again.

Here's to the drink that creates fire,
Here's to the drink that creates desire.
Not the kind that burns down shanties,
But the kind that burns down panties.

Here's to the qirl in the little red shoes,
She drinks my liquor, she drinks my booze.
She has no cherry but that's no sin,
She has the box the cherry came in.

Here's to the girl dressed in black,
She's dressed so fine, there's nothing to slack.
She feels so fine and kisses so sweet,
She makes things stand, that have no feet.

Here's to an hour of sweet repose,
Turn to tummy and toes to toes,
Then after an hour of such delight,
It's fanny to fanny for the rest of the night.

Now that I'm old and feeble,
And pilot light is out;
What used to be my sex appeal is now my waterspout.

I used to be embarrassed to make the thing behave,
For every single morning it would stand and watch me shave.
But now I'm getting old and it gives me the blues,
To have the thing hang down and watch me tie my shoes.

God made little boys, made them out of string,
He had a little left, made a little thing.
God made little girls, made them out of lace,
He ran a little short, and left a little space.

Thank You God

Oh, btw, my bike has been stolen. If anyone sees someone with it, punch them for me, will you? And bring me my bike back :(
It is Maroon and Silever mountain bike, the left brake doesn't work, and the seat has this extra seat padding thing on it, for ID, I don't want just random violence!

Spring forward, fall back, thats all god, if you can remember it. You see, the fall back rule theoretically would have let me sleep in today, making me happy and imbuing me with that well-rested glow. But who can think straight when they wake up early 1/2 an hour before work, and realize that they have an extra hour? Not me, which is why I arrived at work an hour early. I guess the silver lining on this cruel little raincloud of fate is that I had free time enough to start a live journal. Yeah me! Except who really reads these things? And was it really smart of me to start another time suck? maybe this will wean me away from facebook, though. One addiction for another. its like quitting smoking to become a homicidal maniac.