welcome to the psychodelic january 25 edition of my journal. by now you might know that dreams are important to me. on the right is a painting I did called "the dream" and it currently hangs on my bedroom wall. last night I had a dream that I was travelling to Eugene Oregon where I came across this R.E.M meets The Grateful Dead band. I smoked some pot through a bong (it made everyone seem like they were stuttering) and was propositioned by the lead singer, who was in his late fifties. I was flattered, because they were big deal famous people, however, I declined. try analyzing that one.

ally fever
tonight, I watched one of my favorite television shows, Ally McBeal. (another pop culture obsession of mine) On the left you can see some images from the opening, and the almost kiss between Georgia and an old flame. (As you might have noticed, I got some batteries for my digital camera, and so I have been snapping away.) The episode was a re-run I haven't seen before, and it had all the good old elements that made the show really good before they forgot that Ally is a lawyer. Anyway, I am looking forward to the new show of Ally McBeal next week.

(below a morning lissacam moment w/ poopy)
today I had a pretty lazy day. poopy the cat visited me in my bedroom and then later slept on my chest. I have been complaining lately that my cats only seem to want to sleep on my feet, however, today poopy challenged that notion.

otherwise, I plan on going to sleep early tonight, and then I have to wake up early tomorrow. tuesdays are always blah days for me anyway, so unless something unexpected happens tomorrow, I will probably take a long nap. on weds. I have my don quixote class, and that is when my week usually picks up.

by the way, remember to visit my gallery for more updated images from earlier. sometimes pictures are more interesting than words on a boring day.

anyway, here is my goodbye paragraph.
tonight on "time of your life" sarah echoed my sentiment about turning 25 in the year 2000, however, in her case it was 21. She said she always fantasized about what it would be like to have that crucial birthday in that crucial year. For me the "crucial year" is 25, because it represents getting old for me, like 30 sometimes does for other people. otherwise, I don't really like this show, but this episode made me cry.

yours,

01/30/00 11:17 AM