Dreamcatcher

So I've recently acquired a dreamcatcher.  It's from Kansas and it's hanging above my bed. I could just as easily take a picture of it and post it, but that takes the fun away from describing it.  It's got a sweet wolf woven into the main part, with a sweet arrangement of blue and white beads all around it. Then it's got three strands hanging down made of leather (I think?) and entwined are feathers.  All you need to know is it's having a weird affect.  It's not catching my dreams at all, but instead giving me very vivid ones that I can remember.  For instance, one of the dreams (to sum it up) I was walking around my apartment complex then my friend got in a fight so I let him  run off and hide from the police, then as everyone in my complex came out side to watch the police raid, I stole all  their phones and ipods that they left sitting around. Then when I went to go back to my apartment these mobsters stopped me and shot me in the head (then I woke up).   ANOTHER dream I had, I was at a beach house with some friends and they all left to go somewhere that wasn't the beach, then I ran  into Mariah Carey  taking a shower at one of those washing stations on the beach, and the paparazzi came and she got mad at me for drawing attention to her, so I went back to the beach house and Kenny Chesney showed up and we watched this insanely horrific thunder storm head right for us over the water.  It was black and purple skies, lightning touching down all around, ear piercing thunder, and tornadoes ramped. Right as  it reached the beach house, I woke up.
WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!


I have a new addiction.  It's called Craigslist, and I'm hooked on selling.  So far I've made 100 bucks in a day and I'm looking to make atleast 200 more by the end of the week. YOU CAN SELL ANYTHING! People are always down to buy shit. It's insane.  I hope it doesn't get too bad though. It it possible to actually have that as a problem?  Like, I start selling all the appliances in my apartment that aren't mine (like the fridge that came installed in here).  Then I try selling petty shit like toilet paper and magazines and cases of water bottles. Then I move onto selling my puppy and my roommates shoes.  SOMEONE PLEASE JUST GIVE ME YOUR MONEY SO I'M NOT DESPERATE ENOUGH TO SELL THE BOBBLEHEADS OFF OF MY DASH!!!! I need money because my band is going on tour for 2 weeks in May and the more money I leave with the more I get to eat and knick knacks I get to buy.  Like, cool memorable big knick knacks like a new guitar from a guy in cincinatti or a sweet stuffed bears head in chicago. Ya know, thing's I can't steal in my pants.

This weekend has been chill. Went back to Houston for thursday and friday, worked a bit, saw friends and my mom.  Took promo pics for the band... in a sewer... while i was wearing flip flops.  Once we get them back I'll show you guys how it went.  Needless to say I'm not as photogenic as my bandmates.  Something about my tiny forhead or the fact i never fully open my eyes makes me just come off as a cereal killer skinhead.... except I can't clean up my own dishes, let alone after I brutally murder a foreigner.  And last night I came back to Austin where I had a fun evening playing ball tag throughout my apartment with some friends and going out to eat at Genghis Grill with YOU. [You know who are you :]

This is my puppy Richard. He falls asleep while sitting up. 

This is a girl biker gang I passed on the highway. They wear pink vests that say GLOW.... what does it mean!?