" When I saw you again in the summer-time / if your love was as sweet as mine / I could be Sunday girl // Hurry up hurry up and wait ... "
—Blondie
December 29, 2005
HO-kay
time 1:15 pm feeling restless wearing gap shirt from jeffrey music rattling of heater reading comics ready for switzerland! next back to work
So. Do you ever Google yourself just to see what, if anything, people can find out about you? You probably don't, because you're not a super big freak dork like me, but whatever the case, I've put it out there. Up until about a year ago, a search for "Lexi Mason" brought up pages pertaining to none other than me, myself, and I, Alexis F. Mason. (Now I'm just shamelessly Googplugging myself, hahaha.) (Wow. that sounded dirty. NOTE: not how I meant it.)
Anyway I do this from time to time to ascertain that either people can or cannot find me (depending on mood, person, and recent activities). So now you can hardly find me at all, which in my opinion is probably a GOOD thing, although the exhibitionist side of me would disagree. Nevertheless. Too many little girls named Lexi and for that the world hath changed. That's cool though, yo.
ANYWAY, the POINT of all this is to segue into part II (actually, the POINT-of-this-update-part) of the update. Which also brings me to this question: EXACTLY WHO is reading this page??? (Note: I know it's the Internet. I'm just curious.)
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So, on that note. I've had a rash of golden oldies, blasts from the pasts, what have you contact me in the past year or so. Well, maybe not a RASH, but enough to be significant, to me, anyway. In case you couldn't tell, a lot of my friendships and other -ship type things end up in less-than-stellar circumstances. This is more than likely due to the way I handle things (badly) but also somewhat do to the three-ring-circus type people I tend to encounter (again, likely my fault). So whatever.
The renewal of a whatever-ship with Sharanski in the past year or so has provided me with a bit of solace, although right now he's probably wondering WTF I'm talking about, haha. It's not like we're supremo pals or anything, and he's probably in Fiji or something now, but after some rough kinship for awhile things seem to have settled down. It was a sign to me that sometimes these things take time (refer to earlier journals for this).
But when these types of people contact me out of the blue, it's always a bit surprising, quite interesting, and somewhat comforting. It's like, the past is the past, I know that, but I appreciate any connections I can get (note: not the gymnastics type, I RRRETYRED, remember??). It serves as a kind reminder of days gone by.
What I'm trying to say is a few people from outta nowhere seemed to have reappeared, at least in electronic form. Oh the Internet. How I hate/love thee all at once. But all's well. It's just funny.
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Changing topics, I had a very vivid and perhaps even prophetic dream on Tuesday night/early Wednesday morning. You can never tell with these dreams of mine. Say. Next time you catch me out at the pub (note: you probably never will, haha), be sure to stop me and inquire as to my very strange theories about dreams, the fifth dimension, and breaking the time-space continuum. I can tell you're all waiting with bated breath.
(Can I say I HATE how the internet has made people abandon all understanding and use of proper spelling and in place adopt the INKORREKT replacements? Like hsow I misspelled that last one [likely there are others I did NOT do on purpose]? Oh the irony!)
HO-kay, so the dream. Basically it involved this: Kristine and Lee Bauman. Some family concert thing at which everyone sat around on big steps (kind of like Civic Center used to be in Madison). Christie's aunt Sue, her husband Scott, and Jake and the light rail being in downtown St. Paul (but not going to Champlain, which I realized too late). Getting into my Mom's van. Wearing fancy clothes. Going to a museum, also in DT St. Paul, with my family. Thinking about living in the museum. An apartment with balconies. Lee telling me why Kristine couldn't get into UW, and me sympathetic as always, even though I know Lee would never be less than proud of his girls. Kristine having short hair.
Weird right?? I know, you're probably like, that's two minutes of my life I can never have back. Ha. Anyway without relying on my Weird Dream Theory (henceforth referred to as" Lexi's WDT"), I can explain it by the following:
- Christmas card of Baumans where they all look spiffy
- Listening to Blondie, which Beth Bauman introduced to me
- Thinking about apartments and where I want to live
- How I would live in DT St. Paul if the light rail came there
- Seeing pics of Jake etc from Christie's wedding
So I guess you can say I can explain my dream. But it could also be a prophecy. We'll see.
Wow, it feels really weird to be updating out in the open like this again. I actually kind of like it. Now all I need are comments.
Home for chicken and salad soon with Jeffrey. Perhaps a half cup of 'steamed white rice' (just kidding). What a fake elite I am! LOL. Now it's back to Flash.
—Lexi