Staying home from school...

I thought about a few things. I also realized this house is an ice box! It's warmer outside then inside! Anywho, I stayed home because I am ill; I am not entirely sure of the cause, but that's besides the point, I think I can forgo the details.

My thoughts (Or, well, my rants):

When someone comes to you for advise and then deliberately disobeys. The situation is always ten times worse when you're related - or extremely close to- to the said person. I will not name who, but she constantly asks me for advise. I give her the best advice not only from personal experience, but from my adviser( which sometimes ends up being the same thing). Yet, she plays the Devil's advocate and argues with me. What's the point? Don't ask me for help! If you just want to vent, say so! Don't ask me to help, just ask me to listen if you don't wish to consider the offers.

People who claim false racism. I was reading my friend's blog about the election and it made me remember something; I was called racists because I didn't like Obama. I never said I didn't like the man, I am sure he's a very good guy, I don't like his policies. But, now that I think about it, it was a double edged sword. If you didn't vote for Obama you were racist, but if you didn't vote for McCain and Palin, you were sexist? Is it possible that- American people- have gone from one extreme to the next? At one point in time we stayed ignorant to racism and sexism, pretending it didn't exist, but now, do we automatically think if you disagree or go against a woman or a minority you are automatically a bigot? Do we try to pull cards on each other to make them understand either side? Or make them feel guilty? It makes no sense to me. Also, people keep saying this election made history. But, isn't that true for all the other elections? And did anyone pay attention to the Green Party runner? She was Black and a woman, but no one made a big deal of her. (if I remember right).

Eh, whatever, I am starting to feel sick again. Good bye.

I am not sure, but I think this is where the title goes!

So past lives, right? They can be seriously creepy, or annoying. I had a flashback in class today; my math teacher said something about imaginary numbers and I completely zoned out. It was me, but much different, older for one, and bright red hair. Not this auburn hair I have, but brilliant, frizzy, curls. Freckles scattered about my face, and barefoot in grass. My legs were bare, which was unorthodox considering I had two petticoats and a Victorian style outer wear, and shirt sleeves rolled up carelessly. I had an ink bottle next to my bent legs, a Quill pen scratching across thin paper. Leaning back on a tree (which I had no idea what type it was), I leaned my head back and absentmindedly stared at the lacy sun pattern on my skin and clothes. The breeze seem to caress my cheeks until they flushed ruby; but strong enough that it made the grass bend to it's will. I briefly saw what I was writing, something about a fairy. Well, as my friend Jacob Karnas says, "...Your past lives have some effect on what you like and who you are." I love to write, barefeet in cool grass sounds like a winner to me! But yeah, I figure since in another one of my dreams I was Japanesse, it explains my love for Japan. And one or two of them consist of someone else's death, leading to my heartache. There is one that drives me nuts.

I have had it a few times, which makes me wonder if maybe it's a dream, and there's this field of wild flowers and a forest in the distance. I am taking to someone, I am not sure the time period, but my hair was obnoxiously long, I can't see his face, or his skin for that matter. He wears what I think might be a cambric shirt, gloves, a vest. I hear nothing from either of us, the only way I know he is talking back is the expression on my face changing. I seem hurt, but understanding, other times I am pleading.

I hate the fact I can't see his face!

Anyways, past lives! They're crazy.