Flesh Eaters...

Its four thirty in the morning and I just had a recurring dream now. I dreamt that I was having some sort of party and that at some point my uknown guests, turned into zombies or flesh eaters and wanted to eat my flesh. This time I didn't try to run away or succumbed to fear. I just let them do it. Its interesting to dream about letting some one eat your flesh. Interesting or disturbing? I dunno. Any way ofcourse when they were eating my flesh it wasn't graphic it just was flesh eaters nibbling. But seriously are they real?

And now since I have a quiet mind I am going to do some yoga.

Thanks to all,

Ileana

random stuff

FAR FROM THE GARDENING CROWD

Behold what was when I moved in and what is now... My own little piece of heaven:-D I want to know what you guys think.

A comment that was well received today:

"yo. your blog is mind-improving! thank you. and don't let whoever keep you down - actually, just tell me who it is and i will kick their ass."

I have taken the bull by the horns. Math class isn't going to kick my ass. Damn it I have survived and delt with worse issues. So why would I let school kick my ass? Why would I give it control? Beats me.

Work is really interesting and challenging. I am learning and my patience is stested every day.

In other interesting news, MY SISTER EATS. I just wanted the world to know that. Well she eats like you know, every six to 32 hours, but she definetly nourishes herself just ask Francesca, her friend and office mate, she knows.

(WORD OF THE DAY):

arrant \AR-unt\, adjective:

Thoroughgoing; downright; out-and-out; confirmed; extreme; notorious.

AND yes I am highly A.D.D prone.

Ileana

OY VEY

word of the day:
mountebank
n.

1. A hawker of quack medicines who attracts customers with stories, jokes, or tricks.
2. A flamboyant charlatan.

I gots to class today. I fell like im really struggling with class. But damn it I don't care what it takes. I am going to one day graduate from some sort of university. You hear me world?(or at least whatever is keeping me down?) More to follow after my day is actually done. I will add one to this snazzy little entry after I get back to work. For now I am going to go do my yoga and stomach exercises.

peace out yo,
Ileana

Capapie(what does it mean?)

Word of the day from dictionary.com, capapie.
Capapie: From head to foot; at all points.


As of today Monday, I promise to myself to allow myself a better life. I will push myself to have time for me and that its ok to dwell in my own self for hours on end on the day. That doesn't make me selfish or bad its just something I have to do in others to help other the way I want.

Anybody else have this problem? Or is it just me? I want to feel like I have control in school. And right now I am realizing it for the very first time. I welcome suggestions. I realize its pretty abstract and one would need more information about this but I seriously don't know how people stay in control all the time. I am what they call a free spirit. That's putting it in kind terms I know but I don't know how to give myself a break and do the job that needs to be done. And once again I am babbling and speaking like and idiot. *sigh* I don't know how to stop acting so nerotic. God or whatever help me. Michael, Uriel, Uzukiel a little something I learned over the weekend.

On the positive side of things, through work I met this woman, remember the awsome coworker?, who so far has been a great friend. Her politics match mine. We just get along well... What can I say you lose a friend you make a friend. The universe is telling me that it won't let me down. I am not alone. Ok enough bullshit for one day. Gotta go do my yoga and my pilates(stomach anyway).


Peace out yo,
Ileana

fourth of july... YO!!!!!!!!

So for the fourth of July I went to the parade with the people I work with and the other staff. I dug it big time mainly because some people were looking at us funky. I work with people that have developmental disabilities. And if I catch you using the word "retard", you won't hear the end of it from me. Why? Because things aren't what they seem. People that are "retarded" and believe me even there between those two words there's a terminology difference. Between retarded and developmentaly challenged that is. But working here has definetly been very very very good for me. I am good at what I do hey and in my own way I am keeping the activist side of me alive...
Anyway back to the fourth of July bit. In the parade when the gay and lesbian float past by, me and my awsome co-worker were the only ones that cheered. Further down the street some other people cheered. Once again when the green party went by who were the only ones clapping and making a ruckus? :-D Me and my AWSOME co-worker. Than, I stayed at work two ours later so that some one can stay at the house for some one who needs to be under supervision twenty four seven, even tho he/she is sleeping. While the rest of the house went to see the fireworks. Maybe selfishly and egotistically I can say that today I made a difference in some peoples life, even tho it is just a small little fourth of July fireworks and parade. But I feel that if these people wanted to go so badly and want to badly to be part of the rest of the world, and feel normal, that makes me feel like maybe I did a bit of difference in a handfull of people's life. Ok enough tooting my own horn.

Oy vey class... I just LOVE class.

peace out yo

Where does the yo come from? From my co-worker, he always says yo and cracks me up. And I guess since I have done nothing but work with him its rubbed off on my vocabulary.