excepting the fact that my mom called me a sissy and doesn’t really understand being emotional and crying when dealing with stress. [or mental illness and depression - which is why i never told her about my fall semester.] it’s a “crutch” and an “excuse”. so i’m trying to be more logical and less feeling when i interact with her. because it makes things much easier when i pretend to not have feelings.
Mary Gonzalez told them she was the best candidate to represent them and El Paso voters agreed, but along the way, the 28-year-old doctoral student at the University of Texas at Austin broke her share of barriers.
“[Chris Hemsworth] is a big boy, and it’s all real. There’s no CGI. He eats that much chicken, he lifts all that weight, he kick-boxes, he’s a Muay Thai champion. I mean, to the point where Chris Evans, Jeremy Renner and Robert Downey Jr were reduced to just standing around and touching him.”—
it leads to me having an epic dream about living with troy, abed, and britta and finding a secret passage but then scary evil shit went down and we all freaked out. and i’m pretty sure there was an abed-hug or two in there. not sure if i was supposed to be annie…needless to say i didn’t want to wake up this morning until my dream was finished.
i don’t know what my brain thinks sometimes. but last night i had a dream that i apartment-sat for tina fey. she lived in my tiny town and apparently was a teacher at my local high school. she asked me to watch her apartment while she was out of town for some reason. anyway, she had a schnauzer and two cats and a quirky garden. with lots of spiders, which was freaky but i was okay with it apparently. nothing particularly exciting happened. i took care of her house and she came back with a friend and then i left.