Work is the same, which means it's annoying. Basically, I want to kill some of the people I work with and some of the regular people who stroll on through my line. I've got maybe five or seven people who ALWAYS come through my line. Like this older couple where the wife half scares me. I think she's either going to have a panic attack or fall apart right in front of me. She shivers all the damn time. Like she's cold. But the store's pretty toasty and she's not that old, so I don't know why she's chilly. And it's not a neurological thing either. I can sure as shit tell the difference between "Brr, it's cold." shivers and "I'm old and shake all the time" shivers...shakes. Because shakes and shivers are very, very different things. Anyway, this woman irritates me, A, because she shakes like a chihuahua, and B, because she always has coffee and she clutches the cup like it's her goddamn life line. For all I know, she could be a coffee vampire and it is literally her fuel (there have been weirder vampire stories guys. don't even get me started about "the ketchup vampires". just don't) but I really don't think that's it. But she grips this coffee cup like it's sapphires and gold and she holds it right up under her face and it's weird!! I wish you could see me right now because I'm actually trying to mimic what she does so I can better describe it to you, but I can't!! Either way, it annoys the hell out of me. I don't know why. It's just that she bugs me to the point of no return. And if that makes me a horrible person, so be it.
|like this, but less "Elf", more shivery chihuahua|
|and like this, but less hipster, more shivery chihuahua|
Another person who comes through my line every single time is this old man who is so old, I don't even think he's real. It just seems impossible to me that he's so old...looking. Okay, he looks like the crypt keeper. Not as terrifying, but just as old and uncomfortable. I can't handle it. Also, this pair of twin sisters. I don't know why they always come in together. Maybe they live together? But what kind of siblings do that? Maybe I'd get an apartment with Sadie for a few years eventually probably never in a billion years. But to be twins and live together? You've already spent your ENTIRE LIVES together! You were at each others moment of conception! Isn't it time for you to spend some time apart? I don't know.
Twins are weird, man. They look the same. They sound the same. Sometimes they are really exactly the same, down to their mannerisms and likes and dislikes. Other times, not so much. Sometimes the twins look nothing alike. I graduated with a couple of sets of twins. Both fraternal. One was a brother and sister and the other set was two sisters. Here's where I sound awful. Of the girl twins, there was the pretty one and the not pretty one. That's how I refer to them. It's mean of me and it's horrible, and I'll be going to hell for it, but their attitudes were shit so they deserve it. But if I was part of a twin duo, and my twin and I looked nothing alike... I wouldn't call us twins. I'd say that we were siblings. That's all. A twin is a mirror image, a duo, a double. If you aren't a double of someone, you can't be a twin. That's my logic. Also, twins are creepy. They can read each others' minds and finish each others' sentences and they talk at the same time and then they come into your room when you're asleep and eat your soul!
So I went to bed last night at a semi-normal time and then I woke up and that was...difficult. Sleeping is too much fun sometimes. Like when you have the most bizarre dreams ever, including dreams about Halloween themed forest mazes with glow in the dark cats and scary ladies who try to lure you into their lairs. Or dreams about some weird facility where girls are strapped to tables, being cut on and tortured, but they heal almost immediately. But when one of the girls starts talking about her family, telling her captives that she let them take her to save her sister, she gets dropped through a hole in the floor, revealing a basement-type place where there are rows and rows of these chairs hanging from the ceiling. Like wooden, dining room chairs, with more blindfolded girls strapped into them. And one of the girls is like, "Why would you start talking? Why would you do that?" And the first girl is still very shaken from the fall and the other girl says, "You should have stayed quiet. It's not like it hurts. They only send us down here. I just hope my sister is smarter than you." And then the first girl recognizes that it's her sister and then I rolled over and the dream ended. It was a pretty cohesive dream, wouldn't you say? It was scarier and grittier and looked and felt more like a horror movie than I just described, but it's morning time and I can't really do anything well right now.
I also had a dream that it was, like, three in the morning and I was in the kitchen getting a glass of water when Lindsay comes out of her room, all in winter gear like, "Let's go!" And I'm in my jammies, looking at her like she's crazy. "Go where?" say I. "Well, I brought you a car, Rach. Let's go see what everyone's so worried about." And dream me was like, "Oh but it's snowing out." And sleeping me was like, "What the eff is going on here?" And as we were leaving the apartment, my alarm went off. So I hit snooze and slept for another hour!! Another hour in which I dreamed that me, Meredith, and Benedict Cumberbatch worked in a museum and all of the paintings started whispering all of these awful things and secrets about their lives before they were painted and it was just really scary. We were all afraid of losing our minds so we tried to ignore them and drown them out, but their voices just kept coming and Meredith and I were crying and we couldn't find Benedict and it was scary. So when my alarm went off again, I decided to stay awake.
I don't know why my dreams have been so weird lately. They've been crazy for about a week now. There was one on Tuesday night where I was being kidnapped and I was being driven up the North Shore and then I turned into a tree. So I panicked, then calmed down and tried to talk myself through this ridiculous tree transformation like, "Okay, if I just turned into a tree, I just have to do everything opposite of what I did before turning into a tree." Dream logic.
In dreams, that makes sense.
My parents just skyped me. It was barely eight o clock in the morning and they skyped me. Why are they awake? Why am I awake? I hate being awake. Oh hey, my coffee's done.
So last night was the beginning of this enormous snow storm. Apparently, it's supposed to go through all of today and into tomorrow. I'm excited but at the same time, not. I don't know. I think I'm more upset that the snow is coming now, rather than in November/December/January when it was supposed to be here. But it's late and everyone's all panicky like OH MY GOD SNOW. I just think that if you're going to worry about every "big" snowfall, move out of the upper midwest.
I need this coffee mug.
The Walking Dead is on tonight!! I'm so excited. So far, I'm liking the rest of season two. Andrea's not talking as much, which is awesome, and Shane is continuing to spiral, which isn't awesome, but it provides some stellar conflicts of interest within the group. Daryl and Carol continue to make me an emotional wreck. And Rick is starting to bug me. He (SPOILERS like you guys care) basically almost killed himself, Glenn, and Hershel by trying to save this kid who impaled his leg on a wrought iron fence. I'm sorry, but if I was in that situation, with two of my friends and allies, against another group of survivors who are shooting at us, with zombies encroaching, I'd shoot the guy from the other team who impaled himself and leave with my friends. At least he wouldn't be eaten alive. But no. Rick Grimes is just so righteous, he has to save everyone and bring them to base camp and jeopardize everything his group has going for them. EVERY TIME.
Another dream I had a while ago was that I was a part of a zombie apocalypse survival group and Opie and Chibs from SOA were there, and Zoe from Firefly and a bunch of other people and it was scary and cool at the same time. And we had holed up in an IKEA so that was nice.
I've started watching "Being Human." The BBC version, so you know, the better version. I've seen the Syfy adaptation and it's not that good. The werewolf in the American one is slightly better looking, but that's about it. The British one is miles better and that's what's what. I'm basically obsessed now. I love this show. I love the whole cast...but mostly Aidan Turner. Surprise.
Off to go get ready for work. But right now, a paycheck doesn't seem like very good motivation.