I woke up at 10:30 today because I was having a terrifying dream. It was an alien invasion dream which clearly had elements of Signs in it because there was some sort of metallic little tower thing in our crops in our front yard that drew them in. In the dream I was falling asleep on a bench swing on the front porch when I noticed a concentration of red lights around a large white light. Then one of the red lights sort of hurtled headlong for the tower then brought up a kind of hand-like electric field. And then it was just apparent that they were trying to take over the world so I ran inside to pack clothes during which process I started to shove in dresses, entire outfits, multiple pairs of shoes, jewelry, my journal, and family photos. But the keepsakes were only an after thought. Also, I had music on and Brian came in and told me I was crazy because I was attracting attention, which, I was because what the fuck? Then I sort of was on the stairs and could see into my room where there was a brown-ish grey alien, covered in what looked like that cylon shit that holds their basestars together, holding a gun. I sort of crawled into the doorway and slowly dragged by bag out of the room and ran. And then my body woke me up because I think I was having a panic attack from just the imagined presence of an alien so close.

I'm not sure I really have anything else interesting to say. I need a job so desperately that I've been participating in little studies. The first one was a sleep/cognition study wherein they showed me a poor little child who had gotten his feet reattached after they were severed by a runaway car. It started out all cute: mom and son are going to visit dad at work, then, BAM, frankenbaby. But I got paid $20 in cash for 45 minutes of filling out paperwork. The other study I'm doing is about eyes and learning (I really don't know, his command of the English language, while better than mine of Japanese, leaves me confused), but I get put in a dark room about the size of a small walk-in closet to stare at a screen that flashes dots at me. It's 12 days long, but it pays $96 in cash at the end so I'm OK with that. Also I have an interview with Uno's so hopefully I'll have at least a part-time job that leaves me with some cash everyday.

I also have been playing Majora's Mask, which is definitely the worst Zelda ever, and I just got the Sims 3. I made a Scottish guy so far, who, Zach pointed out to me, looks like Robert Pattinson just with red hair. The most disturbing thing is that I was not going for that. I'm not going to lie, I considered making the Twilight characters, but even I'm not that crazy. But I guess even considering it is too close to writing terrible fanfiction about how romantic Edward is. BUT I'm not there yet.

So, I haven't properly updated since the beginning of the month. What has happened? Well, Ver came home with me, and we visited Mike in NYC for a couple of days. He had a wonderful apartment right by the Hudson, with a terrace where I could smoke and watch the sunset and see construction in New Jersey. There was my little sister's communion party the Saturday before which was perpetual drunkenness (well, with my family, it always is). I like how we turned a religious party into just a party. Who else but my family would buy a keg for a nine year old's first communion party?

I got to visit with the BRC, and we actually talked. Really and truly, and it was grand. I know them better now, which is lovely. We saw Silent Hill, which really fell on its face with the hot nurse pop and lock dance troupe. I remember Buger King, and then the delicious everything bagel (with salt!) from the place by Christa's. Plus, now Christa loves Keifer, so I have an ally in the Sutherland love, though mine may be exclusively for Donald.

I got a job (!) as a diner waitress, and I'm in training (boo) so I've been working everyday this week. I like it. It's fast paced, and sociable. I always forget how much Latino men like blonde hair and blue eyes until I'm suddenly surrounded by nothing but ('I can't help it, Mami, I'm Latino,' they say). I'm going to work late night, which is just perfect because then I get to have my sleeping pattern.

Audrey trimmed my hair. I went shopping at Forever 21 for the first time ever and got a bunch of really cute tops. Brian got me two nice racerback beaters from Hollister (attached with the note: 'Congrats on the first day of work. Yep, Brian'). I finally found slim fit jeans (from H&M of all places), and I bought two pair! I have spent hundreds of dollars this month, but now I have a job, so it's sort of alright (shut up).

Ok, Beauty and the Beast is over, and I meant to fall asleep to that, so bed now. Mike kept me awake with his terrifying dreams. He really does have the most awful dreams (in his own words: 'I've stood by while shadows frenzy for faces, beheaded an angel while being raped by it, opened the gate to hell, and have turned into a tree'). And, I got to talk to Jayme and Ver tonight, so I'm very happy.

Oh, and speaking of this icon, (death note spoiler!!!), my love has now killed Yagami Raito.

Ok, so many people know of my love for Donald Sutherland; I know I've mentioned it to at least one of you. But I feel I'm starting to go too far. I watched M*A*S*H the movie last night (I didn't sleep two nights ago, then I slept from 5 PM to 11 PM and was up until 7 AM) and as I dreamt this morning, Donald was there. In two separate dreams. In the first one, we were the same age (I think it was him from around 1970 M*A*S*H-era), and we were definitely together, very cuddly and kissy. Then, my little sister woke me up when she came in with her friend, but I went back to sleep and Donald was still there. Or at least I was still with him as at some point I was bored (yes, in a dream), and I said 'I'm going to call Donald.' I freak myself out sometimes, but honestly I think he's dreadfully handsome. Kevin was making fun of my taste, and he rather deftly compared Thewlis and Donald. It's weird, but they are similar: tall, lanky, the hands, big nose, curvy crooked mouth, pale. I wonder if my husband will be Thewlisian. I really wouldn't mind at all.