Someday We're Gonna Marry

And they have a big wall dedicated to evolution! I love that line that they use on it; "Living things have changed through time."

You have no idea how much I wanted to underline the 'have' part. I have a picture of myself with the wall, but it looks pretty crappy, so I'm going to have to get another.


OH! And they had the most AWESOME looking fireplace in the actual Pink Palace part! It was friggin' huge! And it had some REALLY awesome detail! I wanted to pose with it, but my dad was already irritated with me for taking a million and one MySpace photos with the dinosaurs. One of the pictures I got of the fireplace detail looks like two gay guys.
See? Don't the two in the middle look TOTALLY homosexual? I think the mantle is a copy of some Greek or Roman art piece. I upped the contrast and brightness so you could see it more clearly. It's actually more white in real life.
To your left is a picture of the fireplace itself. You can see how white it really is. I absolutely love the sphinxes on the tops of the sides.

OH! And I think my most favorite part of it all was the stuffed POLA-BAYER

I think it's absolutely adorable, even with the big scary teefies!

My sister took the picture while I posed like the goof ball I am :D

All in all, it was a good trip, I think. I hope that I can go again sometime soon.


In other news, I can't decide what I want to talk about next. I think I'm going to talk about the dream I had last night, just because it was so weird.

So, yesterday, while I was drugged up on 800mg of Ibuprofen, a dose of Sudafed, and some Benadryl, my mom, my sister, and I all watch Tokyo Godfathers. Because I'm lazy, here's some information about it from the Wikipedia article:

"One Christmas eve, three homeless people – Gin, a gruff, middle-aged hobo, Hana, an okama [he's a homosexual ex drag queen], and Miyuki, a runaway girl – discover an abandoned newborn while searching in some trash for Hana's Christmas present for Miyuki. Deposited with the baby is a note asking the finder to take good care of the unnamed baby and a bag containing clues to the parent's identity. Using pictures of the baby's parents and a club's card found in the bag, the trio set out to find the baby's parents, even though Hana wants to keep the baby since it makes him feel like a mother."

The trio gets involved with the Yakuza (Japanese mafia) and it gets really weird. It's a REALLY good movie, and if you can catch it on Ovation or at Blockbuster, I HIGHLY recommend it. The animation is fantastic and the dialogue is hilarious.  A very cute movie.

Well, last night I had just the weirdest dream ever.

I committed some kind of crime against the Japanese government and refused to recant my actions, whatever they were. At some point in a huge runaway scene, where cops were following me, trying to force me to surrender, I asked Tommy to help me escape and hide out while things cooled down, but he refused. He said that he was going to give me an hour's head start before he went to the authorities to help them catch me.

Then the dream skipped a head a few years. I was wearing a bunch of different clothes: a huge overcoat, a lot of bandannas, all really dark colors. I wasn't raggedy and gross like I was homeless, but I looked like I had been traveling a lot, and hiding in alleyways while sirens echoed through and scared away the feral cats, searching for anything valuable to trade with people.

I was walking through a huge city where everything was very clean and organized. A center for government business. I had a bag of little, plastic disposable cameras with me and I was trading them to tourists. A woman came up to me and traded a hair clip for one of them. I guess I had a business kind of thing going on. Well, I walked up to a big apartment building kind of thing and saw a small group of people clustered on one park bench. There were five or six people and they all looked like scene kids. Most of them were girls and they were hanging over one of the guys, but he didn't seem to notice them. I thought they were visitors to the city and started walking up to them, but I saw that one of them looked familiar and stopped in my tracks. I saw a little tower-thing where people could walk up and get a view above the street and ran up it to see the flock better.

As I was staring at the laughing, happy troupe of friends, one of the cameras fell from my bag and smashed into the street. One of the guys looked up at me and I realized that it was Tommy. He had a hat on, but I could still see that his hair was longer and blond now. Actually, it wasn't really blond. More like dirty-lace colored. It was cut to where he had that stupid emo-swoosh thing, but he still had that same thin frame and blue eyes, so I could recognize him.

In the dream, I just smirked at him while his jaw dropped. I started walking down, like I didn't care that I saw him even though my heart was beating out of my chest. He jumped up from the bench and ran towards me from across the street, almost getting hit by a car in the process. I just stood there and smiled as he screeched to a halt in front of me. It was so incredibly sweet, like something out a movie. The girls sitting at the bench were shocked that he had left them behind for some bohemian-girl and were yelling at him to come back when he scooped me up and started spinning me around. Then he shouted at them that 'This is that girl! This is her! This is my girl!'.

Then I woke up.

I think it would make a totally awesome anime or manga. Unfortunately, I can't draw. Or write. Whatever.
Oh well!

Speaking so much of Tommy, I have to talk more about him. Sorry to all of you who are sick of hearing it, but he's such an incredible guy that I just HAVE to talk about him. That man moves me to tears sometimes. Like Sunday for instance.

We were chillin' out on the couch while Spirited Away played in the background. We started making out when my mother informed me that the neighbors were going to come over and that their son, Daniel, who is absolutely in love with me and gets mad if he sees Tommy and I kissing, would be coming over too. I was irritated because that meant that Tommy and I would have to stop messin' around.

So we sat up and just started talking about us and, somehow, I started crying. I think it was because, recently, I've started worrying about Tommy 'settling' for me. Like, he got it into his head that he HAD to find someone to spend his life with, and, because he's tired of trying to find someone, he just stuck with me, y'know? And I got so upset thinking about that possibility and about how everything is going so perfectly that I'm bound to screw it up somehow that I started crying.

God, and he's so sweet. He just sat there with me, holding me, and telling me that I had to stop crying. We were nose to nose the entire time and Daniel kept walking over to see if we were kissing. And even though he's already said it to me a million times over, he reminded me that he wasn't going to go anywhere and that he loved me for me. Of course, that just made me cry more, but oh well. It was a really sweet, loving moment between us.

I am so glad that he found me.

He's my best friend in the entire world, and I hope that I'm the same to him.
I get so excited thinking about how I very well might be the last girlfriend he has FOREVER!

MWAHAHAHA!

I noticed something though.
A lot of his 'major' girlfriend's names have the same ending sound.
'Ashlee'
'Whitney'
'Brittany'

They all have that 'ee' sound.

My name doesn't end in an 'ee' sound! It ends with an 'er' sound!
I think that's a sign :)

Along with the fact that he's an air sign (Libra) and I'm a fire sign (Aries).
Fire feeds off of air.

He's an Earth Dragon and I'm a Water Monkey, according to Chinese astrology.
We've got all the elements covered!
He's earth and air.
I'm fire and water.

Gaaaawwwwdddd. . ..I already miss him!
He only has off on weekends, so that's when we see each other and it gets harder for me to go without him each week. It drives me absolutely INSANE! Seriously. I wish I had, like, a gateway between my bedroom and his bedroom so that I could visit him every night. Just curl up next to him and fall asleep. That would be so wickedly awesome.

I mean, seriously.

I would never complain about anything ever again.

He is so odd and goofy and strange and wonderful.
For instance, I just got off the phone with him.
He was taking a smoke break and we started talking about an article on Cyanide and Happiness (www.explosm.net) about a horrid movie called 'Revamped'. I brought up 'Snakes on a Plane' because I personally think it's a stupid movie. If I was trying to assassinate someone, I think using poison or even a knife or gun would be less costly and more untraceable than a box of FRIGGIN' SNAKES.

And I told him that all the drama would NEVER happen in real life because all they would have had to do was either A) Take the plane up in altitude to make it colder, have the people put on the mask-things, and then the snakes would stop moving since they can't move that much in the cold or B) Drop the plane to 15,000, open a door, and kick out the snakes that way.

But NOOOOOO, Tommy just HAD to insist that MY idea was RIDICULOUS and that it would be easier to trace poison than a BOX OF SNAKES.

Whatever.
He's full of crap.

And THEN he had the AUDACITY to tell me that I would never win an argument against him because I give up to easily. The HELL? Just because I drop an argument because you're finished smoking doesn't mean I'm giving up Walker! Doesn't mean a damn thing!

He knows I love him though <333