So yay, I'm going to start off with lameass cookiecutter bullshit. What's everybody's new year's resolutions?
Here's mine:
1. More cultural shit
2. Get on my sister's ass about her music, the way a proper manager should. (This means I'm going to have to run around with my chest hair hanging out yelling "fuck" a lot . . . so I guess this won't change much)
3. More outdoorsy shit
4. Some other shit I can't remember that I'm clearly not going to keep.
I shall conclude, in classic Little Sister fashion, with the dream I had last night. The three of us were out and about, possibly with Mom, I can't remember, somewhere with fields and copses of trees, and whatnot. Underneath one group of trees we found this rose bush. I crawled behind it and stuck my head through and wanted Alex to take a picture of my head surrounded by flowers. Alex laughed, because this is obviously an incredibly hilarious idea, and lifted the camera to take a picture, and then suddenly her face transfigured into an expression of pure horror. Just as I started to ask "What is it?" I felt a stinging pain in my back. Dozens of giant (about the size of your hand) red bugs, which appeared to somehow be crosses between wasps and spiders, were crawling on my back, stinging me, and of course they eventually made it down the back of my shirt. As I was trying to get away, I somehow became tangled in the bush, to the point that a large, thick stem (somehow this rose bush didn't have thorns; I believe there might be a song about that) was wrapped around my neck, strangling me. I remember thinking, "Hey, this sucks getting stung and choked to death and all, but why aren't there any thorns on this bush?" because I stay focused on the important things until the end.
And then I woke up.
Oh, that's what number four was: Have more trippy dreams.
