Once again, my dreams are full of weird happenstances. In my dream last night, I was with a guy I used to have a crush on, but haven’t talked to in years. Why did he suddenly pop into my head? I also had a dream I was with some of the cutest puppies I’ve ever seen, including my deceased dog Carmen, and it was so wonderful being able to see her again, even if it was for a few seconds. I woke up feeling quite sad. I always analyse my dreams (like I analyse everything else that happens) and I’ve come up with this: I’m lonely and miss Carmen. Alright, I guess I didn’t analyse that much because it doesn’t take a genius to figure that out, but nevertheless, it’s sad that I can’t escape my emotions even when I’m drifting away into another land. The night before I had a dream where I was in a musical in a Phantom of the Opera type setting, and it was glorious. But I also dreamt of some of my dear friends dying in a bizarre accident. But I was in a beautiful, Verona-inspired landscape. I wish I could understand my dreams, I wish they’d last longer, and I wish they wouldn’t drive me mad.
Today is the last day of the Dallas Cup. Cuchillo from Panama is playing against St. Mary’s from Minnesota in the U19 and the Supergroup game is composed of Monterrey from Mexico and Cruzeiro Esporte from Brazil. I dearly love this tournament, and to think I won’t be able to go to it next year is very, very saddening. I’ve been going for so many years and can’t imagine not being surrounded by crazy foreign soccer fans. I guess all good things must come to an end (I’m going to be full of cliché’s today).
Today is also Easter, which made me research some things regarding chocolate last night. I already was aware of the slavery going on in the cocoa bean business, but it hit me that this Easter is going to make these slave drivers profoundly happy with all their profit they’ll be making, as well as the chocolate companies that are being rewarded for their disgusting, inhumane ways. I hope that some of you will look into which companies are fair trade and will stick to only those companies. It’s upsetting to know that people know of a problem, yet continue to add to the disaster at hand.
This three day weekend was more of a busy workweek than a break from school. Doing taxes was a waste of life, and I spent about 4 hours doing them. It frustrates me that the government can take up your life, money, and energy in this sort of way. In Britain, they only have to update their tax forms if something has changed, which is definitely a lot less work than what we do here. Oh justice system, you do make me chortle (in anger). Obviously there are pro’s and con’s to both nations, but I don’t have nearly enough energy to go into the nitty-gritty bits.
Josh Rouse is the epitome of relaxation.
I like to pretend that I’m away on an island drinking mango iced tea sitting under a palm tree when I listen to him.
But then I look around.
I’m not even close to such a utopia.
