My Fear

"#4: Either Bristol has a really big head or her partner has a really small one. "

Per Popbytes.com

This is one of my biggest fears. I'm a tall girl. My body is proportionally bigger than most people's. I'm always fearful that my head will appear gigantically larger than whoever I'm with. I slightly dread the first picture I see of myself and the guy I'm dating or my new friend. Will I look absolutely ridiculous?

Irrational fear. Gotta love it.

The Dreaming Sleeper

What Your Sleep Personality Says About Your Waking Life

How personality, sleep and health are intertwined.
By Maia Szalavitz for MSN Health & Fitness

The Dreaming Sleeper

Can you vividly recall your dreams each morning? Your sleep style indicates that you are likely highly creative in your waking life.
"People with an intensely high level of dream recall have something called 'thin borders,'" says James Pagel, M.D., director of the Sleepworks Laboratory in Colorado Springs, Colo. "That means that for them, everything is in shades of gray, there's not whole lot of black or white. They’re not purely Democrats or Republicans; they are not quite asleep or awake; and they define much of their lives in that way."
Such people tend to be odd and quirky—and although most are perfectly normal, they are at higher risk than others for schizophrenia.

*I ran across this article this morning and this was the part that related to me. I feel that the description of "shades of gray" is exactly me. I don't have a favorite color, or strongly dislike another. I tend to sit in the middle in a lot of arguments...I see both sides. And I remember at least some part of a dream nearly every morning. Makes for some interesting stories...

Random Musings

I could do without estrogen some days. Its just a pain in my ass.

I went in for wiper blades and cat food but couldn't leave without ice cream and cookies too.

I'm glad my weekends aren't over planned...but I wish I had a few more things to do.

I will know my Prince Charming when he takes me to Disney World.

There is no major difference between my Victoria Secret underwear and my Hanes ones, but I definitely feel sexier in my Vickies.

Sitcoms have given me an unrealistic expectation for my friends. I want friends my age that want to hang out at the bar or coffee house every day.

The crappy thing about dating is that I have to keep my legs shaved again.

I spent like 15 minutes deciding on underwear in Wal-mart today. When I got home, I realized I picked up the wrong style. Damn it.

(That last one could really be a metaphor for my life recently.)

I Can See Cleary Now...

Sometimes you miss something for so long that you build it up to be this great and amazing thing that is missing from your life. And then sometimes you get it back, or part of it back, for maybe just a moment, and you realize its not as good as you remember.

I feel like a lot of times, failed relationships fall into this category. Doesn't matter who broke up with who or how long its been, but sometimes we tend to remember only the good parts and build those up. But then you run into your ex and remember why you broke up...that yes, the good was good, but there was a reason for the break up.

And sometimes it comes as a moment of clarity. God bless moments of clarity. Sometimes, I'm just driving down the street and I suddenly realize something...maybe its that I'm finally over him, or that I'm actually happy with what I've got. But it just comes out of the blue. And its like suddenly the sun comes shinning through the clouds and I can breath better.

And sometimes, that moment of clarity is just what to make for dinner.