Lifestyles of the poor and nameless

I'm back from another hiatus. I spent this week apartment hunting (actually going to the places in NJ and PA), doing some studying, catching up with friends, and trying to straighten things out with my job-to-be.

Despite the fact that I have no interest in environmental law or NJ, I am very excited about this job all of a sudden. Sometime between filling out the mountain of paperwork (so I can be added as an employee) and taking my I.D., it dawned on me that this is my first full-time job since 2001. It's like back to real life again. Cool. Finally, I will be able to give two real gifts: #1- a new TV for my Dad. He watches alot of TV, but if he gets up to bang the living room set one more time, I'm going to throw it out the window! #2- I'm not sure what it is yet, but my older brother will be 21 in March, and I want to do something really nice for him instead of the usual Red Lobster/pizza b-day dinner that we usually do. I've contemplated taking him out for a drink :-o but since I gave that up, I wouldn't want to introduce him to it. *Trying to be a responsible adult*

Meanwhile, back at the ranch....
Someone I know once told me that eating sweet things before bed gives you nightmares. I used to think that was an old wive's tale. After all...what do sweets have to do with nightmares?

Last night...after a healthy helping of gummy bears and graham canyon frozen yogurt [(graham-flavored frozen yogurt with peanut butter cups (btw, I pick out the cups))---and YES, I brushed my teeth before I went to bed---] I had a nightmare. :-O.

It wasn't the "Freddy Kruger" variety. It was something pretty frightening to me though:

In the dream, I was driving a car on the highway with 3 friends. We were harassed (sp) by a 77-year old woman in another car. She kept honking her horn and making obscene gestures. Eventually she sped off. Somewhere down the road, we saw her in a parking lot. My friend was driving the car at this point and we all agreed that she should run over the 77 y.o. lady and drive away. Unfortunately, she was driving too fast and the lady died when she got hit. We were stunned....we got out and took her body. We buried it somewhere and then moved on.

Turns out that she was a politician's grandma, so there was a thorough investigation. My friends and I were 4 out of 10 people on the list of suspects. Another of our friends was the prosecutor assigned to the case. She (unethically) kept us apprised of new developments in the case. The most severe possibility was death. We would all be disbarred.

Through it all, I kept thinking "my mom is gonna beat me if she finds out what happened."

That was a strange thought. I felt very paranoid and panicky.....my mind raced as I thought of who I could possibly pay off to avoid the sentence; and worse yet: what if I tried to pay someone off and I got caught? Even more trouble.

Fortunately, my mom called and woke me up. I think I would have lost it if I had to keep thinking about being on trial for murder.