Insomnious Thoughts

Still not sleeping much, but apparently just enough to dream the usual weird dreams.
To see others vomiting in your dream, signifies false pretenses of people who try to take advantage of you.
To see someone dying in your dream, signifies that your feelings for that person are dead or that a significant change/loss is occurring in your relationship with that person. Alternatively, you may want to repress that aspect of yourself that is represented by the dying person.
I completely disagree with these above interpretations, but I posted them anyways because they are interesting. I woke up and my friend wasn't feeling well so my mind went to the extreme and I got oh so wonderful visuals out of it.
To dream of broken bones, signifies that you have discovered or realized that there is a weakness in your plans or in your thinking. Your dream may call for your immediate attention to a particular situation or relationship.
To see sperm in your dream, symbolizes masculinity and/or fertility. It also indicates the potential for growth and development.

I have been missing the last month's worth of Dirty Jobs. I should be punched in the face.

I love new interactions with new people. I always learn and discover new things about myself.

Sometimes I feel like being that crazy person dancing on the side of the street with headphones on.

Being back at school makes me feel like I'm constantly missing out on something, specifically at where I spent most of my winter break.

I realized, looking back, that there has been more than one occasion where after breaking up with a significant other that they apologized for not giving me enough or more sex. I think it's funny that it's that way instead of the other way around, as the general public might think, in regards to genders.

Just finished reading The Time Traveler's Wife last night. Definitely cried, a lot. I didn't want to expect anything less. She did an amazing job writing that book and even more so considering it was her first. I'm excited for the film to be released to DVD on February 9th. The book and the film both make me bawl my eyes out. Ah, aesthetic pleasures.

So in the past 7 months or so I've been asked out by many guys, all of which generally end in rejection. Rejection, not always necessarily to their character but to the situation. I'm not a fan of going on dates with people I don't know. I prefer the comfort of meeting people through friends or in usual environments and the likes. My friends joke that I have to beat guys off with a stick all the time. But another friend taunts me for "crushing men's souls." Most of these guys I have seen around continuous, and they generally either stop talking to me and/or usually have this depressed look on their faces. My friend asks me why I do this, but I have no intentions of doing so purposely.

The best way to see how I feel about things is through my hands. Hence, my great emphasis, skill, fascination, and likeness for affection. I mean this also despite the act of touch. Music, films, and other such pleasures that don't involve my touching anything/anyone specifically will still find a way to move me...move my hands. Panic or stress is also visible in my hands. My feet are somewhat the same as well, but my hands are more obvious. But another thing about touching, I have discovered that there is still some physical repression in my being as of late. I tend to be quite rough or aggressive with my touch at times, specifically when I'm in the moment and really enjoying something. I have a likeness for digging my nails into flesh, scratching, and pulling. I've noticed that I have not been able to do much of that, therefore I limit my touching so much that I'm not consciously aware of it. In other words, to stop from hurting, I just don't touch much at all. Back to that all or nothing. As fascinating as that is about my character, it can be a little bit frustrating.

I really hate any form of rudeness. I am utmost and completely attuned with whatever actions I do or do not do to avoid coming off as rude. A simple example would be, when at someone else's place, I will never make myself at home unless told otherwise. Even when I am told, I still hold back a whole lot.

I am an excellent conversationalist. I always have questions [regardless if I ever ask them or not, however]. I notice that I hate or at least am aware when people don't ask me questions. And I definitely hate vagueness. Which is often stated in any description of a Scorpio, so I guess I won't repeat it.

I'm still expecting Sparky's presence and I noticed that I no longer talk about him in the past tense. Nearly everytime I hear Roxy shake or move, I have to stop myself and realize that it is her and not him.