octopus soda???

today is a grape soda type of day. props to the guy who figured even healthy things could be made unhealthy. no props to him in about a decade or two, when my kids are giving me trouble about it. maybe i’ll invent octopus soda and make them drink it when they’re naughty. wuahahaha!

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let’s play a game! how many songs can you think of that have the word “sunday” in them. i have about three. ready? set? go!

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i keep a journal. it’s a difficult thing to do though… why, you ask? it’s difficult because i began to realize i don’t tell people things, i write them in my journal. i don’t tell people things because i don’t trust people. no, no i think i’ve got it all wrong. i did an experiment once, i told someone something i had written in my journal and they thought it was the stupidest thing ever! do you want to know what is was? i’m not going to tell you, thanks to her. for reals. alright fine i’ll tell you stop begging! i was thinking about how even awful things can have good come out of them, for example: all the african people who were sold into slavery back then. that was terrible! but now their descendants are saved from the famines and diseases and poverty of africa. they even have better lives. yeah, i know, “stupidest thing ever”

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my dreams of the united states are so real now, i’m actually frightened when i wake up still in brazil. hah, i still remember the way my heart froze when i opened my eyes and saw the rooftops of bahia out my window. i think i’m just waaaay too excited to go to L.A. in january (oh yeah, i’m going in january instead of may). i was even wearing the same thing in my dream! i spoke portuguese at first, but i know it was supposed to be spanish because i spoke it with my friend stephanie. you just know things in dreams… and we always used to speak spanish together, especially to annoy all the people who ranted and raved about being oh-so-hispanic, but really weren’t. we were pretty mean kids ;). so i was in a car, driving to mosaic (but all the thousand oaks people [yeah, y’all made it into my dreams] were there too), holding my favorite book (inkspell). do you know what i said to myself when i realized i’d left “o alquimista” by paulo coelho here? i said,”oh! but it’s ok because this is only a dream and i’ll still be there for a couple months!” (i must have been lucid dreaming) how strangely my friend looked at me! she looked at me the same way people in this dimension do when i say those types of weird things. so i walked on and found my friends- they asked if i wanted to go to disneyland with them, but i had no money. that’s when i woke up to the sound of law-breakers setting off firecrackers. “go back!” i told myself. “go back and tell them that you can pay because it’s only a dream!” but no matter how hard i tried, i couldn’t find my way back to them.

i’m getting better at this dreaming business though. i used to dream alone, then people were trying to get away from me, then i was trying to get away from people, then i couldn’t understand what people said, then i couldn’t remember what people said…

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i’m going to save the rest for later. don’t let me forget though! all you have to say is music, paul and old/new stuff and maybe ask (at your own risk) about my theory of aliens being artists and ufo’s being from the past when you want more, ok? hopefully i’ll know what the heck you’re talking about.