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Have to get up at 4:40 to drive the parents to the airport...if I am never on here again it is because I have fallen asleep driving and died. Seriously if you are going on a short 2 hour flight up the coast why get the one that leaves so crazy early? Or if you are just pay to have you car parked there.

People here use a cab usually.

I parked my car at the airport for about... a little bit more than 3 days? Cost me 62 dollars. I was kind of bitter about it, cause I don't really know anyone in town to drive me there, cabs are expensive, especially cause the airport is like, 30 minutes away, and public transportation doesn't go out that far (yet). Getting to and fro the airport is tricky.

It is tricky, the airport is only like 15 mins away here...and that turns out to be like 10 mins super early in the morning when no one else is on the road. And we don't really have many cabs around here...anyway it turned out fine, though now its 6:30 in the morning and I've already eaten and watched TV...what am I going to do with the rest of the day?

My little sister is "singing" things into a fan.
It's like "WOOOOooOOOOOOO ma ma wa wa wa raaaOOOOOO"

make it stop

where the frick is the duct tape when you need it

I asked the same question yesterday when I needed to repair the vacuum cleaner. Apparently, it had all been used to make Bratz furniture.

I am angry today, and I do not know why. I just sort of woke up, and everywhere I look is a never-ending tide of rage.
Ironically, the fact that I don't know why I'm so mad today is just one more thing that's PISSING ME OFF.
*huff huff*

Sounds like just about every morning/day/second that I'm not medicated out of my goddamn mind.

And yes, knowing that someone else feels like this will only piss you off more. WELCOME TO THE CLUB!

We have shirts, but you don't get one. Suck it.

Did some Tai Chi and then sat down for some drawing time. I feel better now. :)

Stand back everyone, i've got this.

*clears throat*
Running is a complicated matter, that involves many muscles and joints, unlike most other exercises which have a very targeted set of muscles and involve few joints. The pain you are describing is known as "shin splints" and can be very bad, but easily cured, especially when caught with a beginner.
The cause can range anywhere from poor shoes, improper form, too much distance too fast, or just muscle developing where it's not used to being.
The easiest fix is the shoes, you can go to any of your small local shoe stores, and they should have some sort of running expert there, who will be able to set you up with a great pair shoes that match the proper support type you need.
Improper form, and Too much too fast can be fixed the same way. Just scale back your distances. when you do this with improper form, just focus on how your foot hits the ground, the first part to hit should not be your heel, unless you are walking. with distance just take your time.
If it's muscle developing, just run slower and push through.
You should not be trying to go fast yet. (see that? that's a period, no if's and's or butts.)
any questions?
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I spent 2 hours last night just crying. everything is a memory. everything, and constantly being bombarded is destroying my stability. luckily i don't have much more time here. and i can't up and leave, because it would hurt my families feelings.

Nightmare.

Buildings in our dreams usually represent something about our personality, usually as a whole. For example, a dream about being locked in a house is usually symbolic of feeling trapped.
Locks in dreams are generally interpreted, therefore, to have something to do with a locked-out area of one's personality.
Your missing key suggests that you're searching for something that you feel will help you open up an aspect of your life. (Open the closet so I can get my laptop.)

Some points to consider:
-Have you been working on some sort of self-improvement that is starting to seem fruitless?
-Is there someone you've been trying to get to open themselves up and talk to you?
-Have you been trying to suppress or 'Lock away' any bad thoughts or memories?
-Do you feel expected to do something specific, to the point where you feel trapped?
-Have you recently been denied something?

Consider these points specifically in the context of your own situation.

Remember how some folks say we only use a fraction of our brain? Well, dreams are a communication between that fraction and the rest of the mind. Interpreting and working from these dreams can yield impressive results. :)

Aw crap I think they might be letting my crush go at work, which isn't surprising, but still kind of sucks. Ah well.

Think on the bright side Skullbie: No awkward trips to HR.

I hate it when I have a great month of nothing but art and doing great and then pick up a few projects with others and suddenly cant draw a thing ><

I hate it when I have a great month of nothing but art and doing great and then pick up a few projects with others and suddenly cant draw a thing ><

Eh, there's also no accepted explanation to interpret the content of dreams in quite such a literal sense.

So, you're saying that the mind doesn't pick up on things that we're not readily aware of and translate them into some sort of imagery? :)

If I wanted to explain to you guys what everything meant, I would have. I don't need a fancy book of dream meanings to know my own mind. And just because I understand all of my subconscious's telling me to get off my fucking ass and fix what's wrong in my life but just because I understand...

...doesn't mean I will/can.

His hands are cold.

The fingers strike along the keyboard like a pair of celtic dancers. Racing along to send that next email, the next message.

Before long they are smoothly gliding across a sea of white, scratching it with the graphite. "Control" he thinks, as he painstakingly illustrations the face of a girl, then the shoudlers, the tool is enamored in its work as it goes forth as circles become hips, sticks become legs.

"Timing." The word if the day as the hands clutch a controller and choose his favorite character. But through dumb luck or skill, the opponent carves him up like a roast, it seems so much sluggish than before. He blames the lag, and has barely courtesy enough to see the gg before shutting the game off.

He sees the screens once more before going to bed. A site, a comic that isn't his. A comic begging for the next page, a page that will never come. A still life of what may have been a labor of love, no price but passion, no purpose but what is on the page in graphic splendor.
another blank page, some scratches to figure out the next page, its all he musters for the night before its already 11:40. He pulls away. Its not enough sleep. It never is, but he can never bring himself to go sooner. Never enough time for the twitter or the facebook.

He goes to bed, not hungry or thirsty, not poor or hated, but yearning. He wants the next page even as he writes it unknowingly. No, because he writes it unknowingly, at the behest of others, does he want the next page for himself, as himself. But its 11:40.

His hands are cold.