Dream

So my dreams have been progressively worse... I had a dream of a guy getting an independently moving razor blade shoved through his ear, then his throat, then coming out in his bloodied spit... and this dream repeated itself over and over again untill I woke up completely freaked out. As I have come to learn it is possible to have more than one freaky dream in one night, I figured there should be some kind of "no more than one freaky dream per night rule" but that does not apply. I fell asleep only to have a zombie dream...

Bappy-go-gully

So... I should be studying for my Math test BUT I flipped open Finnegans Wake to show my roomate (who is an elementary education major and cares literally NOTHING about high brow Literature) who very paciently listened, a page in this horridous book we have to read. After reading this page I may memorize another passage in addition to the one I have down because it is just so freaking awsome. Perhaps I think it is so amazing because I actually understand a little from this page; here are a few things I picked up...

Bappy-go-gully is actually HAPPY-GO-LUCKY!
"Bappy-go-gully and gaff for us all!" If I am correct I think gaff can also mean laughter... so happy-go-lucky and laughter for us all...?
The word neniatwantyng came up as well and I am not sure what it means at all... I see the word "want" in there and "wantyng" comes across as wanting... but neniat? at? neni? Ahh! I should have gone to the Ride'n the Wake meeting! Next time...

Another line that sparked my interest was "Lung lift the keying!" LONG LIVE THE KING! another line kind of similar to the "good safe firelamp" or God save Ireland...
"God serf yous kingly, adipose rex!" adipose rex is Oedipus Rex and I am not sure on the other part... hmm there is A LOT on this page, I would deffinately reccomend taking a look at it.

Texas Machine Gun Massacre

So last night I had a dream that my dad and I were hiding in our kitchen whilst the scary Texas Chainsaw Massacre guy was downstairs in our garage taking faces off people. WOW. So like any terrible dream when you realize your definitely NOT going to win this one and you feel completely hopeless- wake up. And that's just what I did only to find myself falling back asleep and picking up where I left off! But now I was with someone else running down an abandoned street somewhere. My partner in fear and I dashed into a small shop to take a break and found a cute little old lady in there minding her own business, innocently putting away items in her shop. As we were waiting in there we used the Lady's phone to call my sister, she said that her boyfriend and his good friend Sam would be by to pick us up shortly and get us out of wherever we were. So Boyfriend and Sam both came and got us and drove us to safety! YAY nightmare over right?! No, instead I switched to being the little old lady left behind in the shop, as I sat watching the four people driving away in fear I began to worry a bit myself. I decided to hide away all of the items that the two people had touched while in the store, in hopes that whatever was trailing them wouldn't catch the sent. After doing that I went and hid in a large walk in closet at the back of the store, not soon after whatever was chasing them entered abruptly and began trashing the place by the sound of it. I continued to hide in the dark closet. Then the man (Texas Chainsaw guy but in this case minus the chainsaw and plus a machine gun) came into the closet flipped on the light and declared that I come out of hiding. I still hid in fear though- he began shooting up the place and said that I must toss him shoes from my hiding place and he would leave me. So I grabbed two pairs of pink Uggs and threw them at him. He screamed that he needed more shoes, so I tossed another pair at him and he left but not after unloading a round all over the store. Then I woke up, still scared and turned to my boyfriend.
"I had a bad dream" I said. "What was it?" "Too long to explain" I said trying to be brief. "Oh, I had a dream about Meghan Fox"... FML

More on The Following Story

Within The Following Story one of the most beautiful parts of the book is Maria Zeinstra class lecture which is sat in on by our main character who is depicted as Socrates throughout the book. Socrates is completely transfixed with Maria who seems to be completely uninterested in him (except for vengeful reasons) this is proven in the way he sees her completely mundane lecture this is shown in the end paragraph on page 40.

"'Now she is gnawing a hole in the carcass." And so she was. The excavator, mother egg-bearer, lover, murderess, mama, chewed a lump out of the ball of rat ad regurgitated it into the hole she had extracted it from. 'Now she's making a food trough.' Carrion pellet, egg chamber food trough."

Such disgusting and uninteresting descriptions are used in the lecture yet to Socrates he might as well be hearing angels singing.

More fantastic quotes from The Following Story are...

"Life's a bucket of shit htat keeps being added to, and we have to drag it around with us till hte end." (p44)

"I wanted to tell her that, too, but unfortunately conversatons consist for hte most part of things one does not say." (p51)

"(Father Fermi: 'But you as a classical scholar out to know that death is a woman')" (p112)

"That is another thing I have learned: when women are out to get something, they are capable of mobilizing foreces that men, for all their so-called strenght of purpose, cannoth match." (p22)

Don't read this blog!

I woke up completely perplexed, at a loss, lost, confused, and freaked out at myself yesterday morning because I had awoken to tears on my face. What the fruck was what came out of my mouth immediately- yes fruck. I was crying, blubbering, mourning, weeping, sobbing, boo hooing with absolutely no reason!? Yes, yes I am a girl, but regardless this is still very out of the ordinary, a phenomenon, a joke! If I had been watching lets say The Notebook and glanced down to see tears falling to my lap I confess I wouldn't be very surprised, but this!? I quickly, hurriedly, and rapidly tried to remember my dream to hopefully prove to myself that I was not loony, crazy, nutty, wacko, one flew over the cuckoo's nest! Yet nothing came to mind! No dream, nata, zip, nilche, completely dreamless! I was going to have to be checked into the nut hut! Tears but no reason! Not even a crazy, psycho girl reason! This is going to be a very anti climatic blog but I still have no reason! I must be dieing, I decided and went and made some coffee and went to the Cat versus Griz Basketball game to which I nerdily brought along my T.S. Elliot book of poems just in case I saw Professor Sexson so I could... flash him?

Professor Sexson's Reply.

This is what Professor Sexson replied with...


Abby: If I were you, I would put this series of emails into your blog, showing how you had resolved to engage this impossible book for the "A" it would bring, and then actually confronted a single page and then had a revelation about how "terrible" High Brow is. This isn't silly at all; it's a compelling account and an honest one of a confrontation with the most high of "high brews." It would be an entertaining and educational read for your peers----ms

Random Burst triggered from The Following Story.

"Once I was at Alonso Carnero's side I had forgotten what I wanted to say. All I could come up with was: 'What are you thinking about?' He shrugged and said: 'About the fish in the sea.' And Naturally that made me think of them too, of all those unseen, unresponsive life-forms in the thousands of meters beneath us. I shuddered, and went to my cabin." (p74) The Following Story by Cees Nooteboom

This is why I can never go too far out into the ocean (swimming that is) or into a lake for that matter. Call me a wimp but there is nothing more annoying than enjoying a nice swim and having a wisp of disgusting sea weed come up caught in your toes. Gag!!! This may also have something to do with why I hate eating meat besides fish and haven't done so in four years now. Lets say you sit down to Christmas dinner to have your nice meal of fried chicken and an array of other fried things- if your family is Southern of course- and you take a large, tasty bite of your fried chicken only to find yourself spitting it up into your napkin because- of course- there is ANIMAL FAT in your food!!! I am no Peda extremist, it is just a pet peeve that has driven me to the point of being unhealthy (vegetarian). Another thing that is as upsetting as sea weed getting caught in my toes (the unknown mysteries of the sea that is- it all ties in), and unwanted animal parts in my mouth is when you are pitter pattering along in your comfy socks on a nice wood floor and you suddenly step right in a puddle of water- that my peers, is worse than animal fat, and the scary mysteries of the ocean combined.