I looked like Farrah Fawcett, if she were a boy!

Its official I have the absolute WEIRDEST dreams.  Ya know I thought only the bride had nightmares about her wedding but apparently her bridesmaids have them also.  Maybe its because she is one of my dear friends and I want her day to be perfect or maybe I am absolutely terrified of her temper and don't want to be targeted.  More than likely I drank too much Coke before bed and it fricasseed my circuits. Either way my brain was out of control last night.

So in the dream we were at a day spa.  We were all getting the royal treatment.  Which is hilarious because there is no way in real life I would spend $300 on just myself to be pampered.  Maybe $100 for a couple services but no more than that.  But the spa was weird.  It was very dark and everything had a yellow glow.  Like we were in constant candle light...in a dungeon.  There was an echo and it was damp.  I seriously felt like I was in some sort of hell.  And the services were completed like an assembly line.  The first comparison I thought of when I woke up was near the end of the Wizard of Oz when they get to Oz and they are being fixed up to see the Wizard. 

I was 4th to go, so three peeps were before and after me.  We got to the "blow out" part of it.  This is where they are going to wash and STYLE my hair for the evening (we were going to dinner and dancing after).  The person was really flighty.  He almost couldn't focus long enough to complete a sentence and seemed high.  Remember I was getting other services done so I didn't see the 3 girls that went before me or said psycho until I was in the chair.  The guy was a character I had apparently seen on Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D earlier in the evening (Russo).  He was ranting animatedly about nothing.  It was super annoying.  Then as he was styling, he took out some scissors and said I needed some dead ends trimmed.  I argued that I had a hair appointment coming up and didn't need him to.  But he insisted it was part of the package and the other girls had it done.  Okay...but just a trim.  Which is how it started...until he mistakenly snipped a large chunk in the back.  I felt it...my hair is past the Middle of my back.  He said it was easily fixable no worries.  It happened so fast that by the time I started to protest and went a little bat-shit crazy I had a long layered feathered look...ya know like the famous Charlie's Angels look. But not as clean looking...it was VERY choppy and frizzy.

He insisted it was the "new vintage", WTF does that even mean?!?!  I was frantically trying to see how to put this montrosuty in a bun since that's how I have to wear my hair for said wedding...I looked like a chihuahua on espresso with a bad perm who had a bad case of static electricity.  It was AWFUL.  But on a happy note, since said psycho hairdresser royally screwed up, I insisted that I wasn't paying full price for this BS and demanded hair extensions to make it better (I was channeling the bride, apparently).

What's really funny is my outburst backed up the assembly line and the 3 after me were like, its not THAT bad, really.  You look trendy.  *with my best bitch face on* Uh yea no!  Then I woke up. 

I seriously looked like a tomboy version of Farrah Fawcett...it was scarring. 

My cat is way too intelligent sometimes

So last night as I was getting ready for bed my 10 year old cat was following me all over the house fussing.  Its weird because she is a very independent cat, meaning she doesn't do the shadow thing and if she does, she wants something.  So as I walked around she was under foot mewing constantly.  So I checked her food dish...full.  Okay.  I checked the water dishes (she refuses to drink from her own bowl, only from the dogs dish)...full.  I checked her litter box...clean.  Okay cat what is your deal?!?  She continued the entire time was prepping for bed.  While I was putting on my PJs she jumped on the bed and was rolling around and meowing so I tried to pet her and she ran off, odd.  I was starting to wonder if she was trying to warn me about something.  Also if I ignored her she just got louder.

When I was finally ready for bed, she was no where to be found.  I got all snuggled under my nice warm blankets and was reading on my iPad when something growled under the bed (OMG what is it?!?). Its not a dog because they cannot fit under the bed.  Then she jumped up right next to my head, barely clearing the space between the headboard and mattress, with a loud mew/purr.  Then she stared at me fussing.  She head butted me, nibbled my nose and just stared.  It was super creepy.  Then she sat on my chest blocking out my iPad while staring and mewing.  WTH cat?!  So I closed the iPad to give her attention.  She immediately curled up in a ball between my legs (that's where she sleeps) and made no more noise. 

Oooookay.  Apparently she was ready for bed.  This is a first.  She fusses for food, water, clean my poop human but she has never complained because she wants me to go to bed....... 

How could you?!? I trusted you!

Seriously though... There you were being all perfect.  I mean you looked absolutely delicious...I could have just devoured you right then and there.  You smelled divine, how in the world was I supposed to control myself.  The growing hunger was driving me mad!  And then it happened, I took a taste.  Albeit a small taste but a taste non the less.  And you burned me...you burned me so bad I was crying.  There I was just staring at nothing with tears streaming down my face thinking how much it hurt.

Damn you delicious french bread pizza I have a blister on the roof of my mouth now!!!  And I am pretty sure I am missing a few taste buds...ahhhhh I have made a terrible mistake!

You would think 5 minutes of cooling would have sufficed but noooooooooooooooooo.  No instead of a delicious lunch, I had hot lava cheese stuck to the roof of my mouth.  I panicked!!!  I tried to use my tongue to get it off but it started to burn my tongue.  So then I just leaned over my plate hoping it would fall out and it did but not before catching on a tooth and slapping itself to my chin leaving a bright red spot.  Great, I look like I got punched in the face!  On top of that because of the 3rd degree burn on my hard palate and minor burn on my tongue I sound like I have developed a speech impediment.  Not that there is anything wrong with people with speech impediments but when you talk on the phone as part of your job it can be quite hindering.  Also I can actually feel a layer of skin dying and falling off...its dangling behind my front teeth and it is grossing me out!  But I am still starving so I must eat.  The problem is that EVERYTHING I put in my mouth makes me feel like I just took a swig of acid. This includes plain water.  Eating is no longer enjoyable for me at this time. 

So again, I curse you stupid french bread pizza!  You have damaged me, I can no longer trust you to be my yummy lunch.  You are no meal, you are a mouth destroyer.  You sit on a throne of lies! Be gone vile meal impersonator. 

Ah, curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!

This is directed at your universe!  You suck big donkey *expletive*!

So it was happening, that day was finally approaching where as an adult I can finally...finally go to a Con.  Shut up, this isn't philosophical like the last post...this my friend is my super nerd coming out. 

Okay so in NOLA we have this thing that started coming around here a few years ago called Wizard World...you may have heard of it, ha!  Anyways for a while I've wanted to attend a Con...someplace, well anyplace but I had no one to go with.  Well last year my inner fan girl desperately wanted to go to this one and my hubs said he would go but with the house crap and ex crap and well just crap life threw at me it wasn't in the stars and we didn't go.  I read all about it and laughed and died a little inside but there is always another one...right?!  **UPDATE** I just realized I said last year...I keep forgetting its 2014...technically it was the end of 2012 so I guess not last year ;) hahahahaha

I've been very wrapped up in more life crap these days so I totally forgot this would be coming around again soon.  Then it happened...I got an alert about NOLA Comic Con...about who was coming and...and....be still my heart Eleven is coming...holy shit no way?!?!!?!?  The Doctor...the freaking Doctor, what...no...really...Ahhhhh!  I mean I know he's not "the doctor" anymore...what am I saying, he'll always be the doctor, well one of them.  See there she is my inner fangirl just busting at the seems to emerge.  Ok ok ok not like I can afford (or could justify) the $350 to do a VIP ticket or $100 for a photo op (on top of the admittance)...I adore him and all (maybe if it was a previous incarnation, haha but probably not) but I have other expenses that unfortunately trump that.  But just to go this year, OMG I was so flipping excited.  Then I read that Alan Tudyk and Norman Reedus...Wil Wheaton...among others were scheduled *inaudible squeak*.  I mean some serious fangirling was going on when I was supposed to be working.   I swear my hubs could seeing the fangirl tearing through the surface and was like, *sigh* so I guess we are going...but he was just as excited.  He can't fool me, his inner fanboy was grinning ear to ear. 

Yea yea I know, not going to the VIP experience things or buying the photo ops, means not meeting those peeps or seeing the panels more than likely, I guess...I mean I really don't know.  But still it just got me so excited...and its in my city and ahhhhhhhhhhh!  Then I saw the dates...and I cried.  Okay not physically cried but my inner fangirl is just a wreck.  Its the same weekend as my friends Bachlorette Party *insert string of vulgar curses*.  And there is no way I am missing that, not in a million years but argh!  I can finally go and you took it away from me :P  Stupid Universe playing with my emotions.  "You gave me hope, then you took it away, that's enough to make anyone dangerous, God knows what it'll do to me." Hahahaha see she popped out again...silly fangirl stop surprising me with random fandom quotes.

Seeing whose going to be there should clue you in as to why my title is what it is and well my random fandom quote.  *sigh* maybe next time :P If you need me I'll be glued to my iPad/TV watching Netflix furthering my fangirl-ness.  OK that is not a word...well it is now.  NOLAGurl out. 

Being an adult sucks!

This may get really deep and personal so feel free not to read on...

Okay here goes.  You know how when you are younger you pray that you aren't preggars.  Even if you are not sexually active at that moment, if you are late you have this panicked moment where you are like "I cannot have a baby right now!".  I know you think like this too, don't lie...and if you are male and your g/f told you she was late you probably had a similar reaction.  Anyways, how many days/nights do we spend as young twenty-somethings (sometimes teens) praying, begging the higher powers to send you your monthly visitor.  Then when you see that lovely speck of red you do the freaking happy dance all around your room.  It sounds dumb but most of us are totaly guilty of this.

Why does being an adult suck?  Well because as an adult, married and "ready" for a kid(s) that little speck of red crushes a piece of your soul.  You think back to how many times you begged not to be prego and wonder if the universe is playing an ugly game with you.  Its like well you said before you didn't want it, why do you want it now.  Cause I do dammit, that's why!  Anyways I am not that far into this new way of thinking but I saw a friend go through it a couple times.  You know where she swore she was and then BAM mother nature said "just kidding".  I mean one time she was like two weeks late and although she was making jokes, I know she was crushed inside.  I hate that for her and for me and for anyone for that matter. I mean now she has a beautiful baby and I just hope I am that lucky.

Like I said before I am not that far into this "lets have kids" mantra (just a few months) but I know every time, I mean every time I get my period a little piece of me will want to just scream!  We are serious about this now, like taking temps and tracking stuff and you get the picture.  But I am trying not to be all stressed because I know that is bad too.  Like the last couple months was this and I just and panicked wondering if we waited too long.  I know I am not that old (not in twenties but not near forty yet) but these are the stupid things that go through my head at night...and now during the day.  It kinda sucks!  Plus I know how much trouble my mom had and of course that concerns me...I just hope I take after one of my g-ma's...they both had more than 4 kids with minimal issues, of course they started much younger back then.  *sigh* being an adult sucks! I hate that wanting to have a career and find my perfect match makes us wait longer to have the babies and well we all know waiting too long can be a problem.

This on top of almost everyone I know watching everything I drink!  Seriously the holidays were hilarious!  I didn't want wine but I got a glass because I KNEW the second I didn't have any alcohol, everyone would jump to conclusions.  Even with the glass I was getting stares.  Then my dear cousin made an announcement (which I am BEYOND excited for them) and everyone was like yay! Then secretly they were like I totally thought it was going to be you...gee no pressure, y'all! So I am totally "drinking" for NYE and NYD!  NYE I am buying a ginormous VIRGIN daiquiri so I don't have to pretend I am drinking...I can drink and no one will know, muahahahaha.  I am not preggo by the way, but I am trying to reduce alcohol consumption, I hear that helps *wink*.

So on top of my own freaking out internally, all of my family...including all the in-laws are like we need a baby, stat. And while I laugh and smile, a part of me is like "stoooooooooooooooooooooooooooop!" Even my dad...he handed me one of my nephews and was making him "talk to me" saying, "I'd really like a little cousin, please".  OMG, really?!  alright, already, geez, hahaha...ha.  But I am not mad at them, don't get me wrong...I actually think its kinda cute that they all want a little me.  I just hate being monitored constantly. 

Okay no more negative thoughts.  *whooosa whooosa* butterflies, rainbows, no pressure!  Hahaha, back to my happy thoughts.

Nola Gurl out :)

So I took a Quiz...

... you know, one of those "which character are you" quizzes

If you read my last post about my jacked up dreams you will appreciate this. 

I got *drum roll*:

When the result showed I legit laughed out loud!

My dreams are WEIRD!

I should really stop reading right before bed...seriously sometimes I have the most jacked up dreams because I read so much.  But this time its different.  I read before bed but I was reading Ever Shade (Dark Fairytale)...but my dream was about... Game of Thrones, WTH!?

Okay don't crucify me I know that's only the name of the first book but its the best way for me to reference it. I'm not finished all the books released so far, I'm about 1/3 way through "A Storm of Swords".  I am waiting on it from the Library again.  It expired on me and now I am on a waiting list, boo.

Onward to the dream of weirdness.  So I was Arya...weird because I am MUCH older than that character in the books but she/I was older, like 18 (still WAY younger than I actually am).  We discovered that the world of Starks and Lannisters was just another realm adjacent to the world we readers currently live in.  We were at war with the other houses and Robb was leading us to safety in the other realm.  I was with Jon, who happened to look like the actor from the HBO series, which is weird because I haven't watched the series but I have seen pictures and stills.  I on the other hand looked nothing like Arya...I looked like me, long blonde hair, tan-ish and petite but in my head I was her.  Our whole army of allies was making its way to the "portal" but what we didn't know at first was the other army was headed our way to battle us in the new Realm through another portal they discovered.  We somehow found this out and while trying to prepare for this possible encounter the mother of dragons came up from behind with her army and her dragons, forcing us to rush through the portal.  It was chaotic and bloody to say the least. 

I was sword fighting back to back with my favorite big brother who was probably twice my size but I managed to keep up.  At one point we stumbled through the portal, which functioned strangely similar to the bifrost bridge, into a world of amazement.  We were in modern day New York.  To my astonishment, I recognized this place.  Jon thought I was crazy.  He was in awe of the skyscrapers and the temperature, winter definitely wasn't coming here (stop laughing at me).  I was trying to figure out why I seemed to know this place.  I knew where to go and where the "strange" roads lead.  Of course the people of New York were wigging out because a giant army of what looked like an ancient civilization just appeared in Central Park.  Thankfully the other army and the dragons couldn't follow us for some reason so we were relatively safe for now.

There is a big chunk that is a blur but I know there was an enormous amount of fighting when we finally met up with the Lannisters and somehow mama and her dragons showed up.  I was hurt, Robb died and our army was weary. 

Then it switched gears a bit, it was still GoT but it turns out I wasn't Arya, I was a faery half breed that was sent into the other realm for my safety because people in our realm were trying to steal me and I wouldn't be safe in faery.  So that explained why I looked nothing like my siblings and the real Arya was safe and being held by the Seelie court.  Being fae also allowed me to communicate with the dragons which saved everyone from the fate of being BBQ'd.  Everyone stopped fighting for whatever reason and when my memory block was removed I fell in love with Jon and woke up.  I know that ending was rushed but there is much I cannot remember. 

This is by far one of the most messed up and detailed dreams I have had recently.  Its like a mix of Game of Thrones, some sort of Faery tale gone wrong and possibly some Thor/Avengers mixed in just for fun.  I woke up laughing at myself because of the extreme level of weirdness.  I mean I was a fae, living in a world of winter and war with a memory block that when removed caused me to fall in love with a guy who I thought was my brother while fighting a war that somehow contained dragons in New York...wow!  I've had dreams based on books I was reading before but this one takes the cake.