Our interview is on Tuesday! Anton can't stop reminding me... I don't need him to... but he does. It's funny.
What's not funny is how incredibly lame I am. How am I going to be a mom if I can't even handle a few classes and a lousy job at the same time? I don't like this.
Anyway...in my Psych class in high school, we did a section on dreams. We had to keep a little "dream book" by our beds and write down what we dreamed about. And we interpreted them-- I don't remember how, though. I feel like I should keep a dream book by my bed again. I keep having very bizarre dreams that I can't keep my mind off of, for a long time. Four years, even. Maybe if I write them down, I can forget them.
I can't wait to graduate and have my own house! The couple above us is SO loud. They fight all the time. The woman is crazy-- she screams at the top of her lungs for hours. Anton and I aren't the perfect couple that never fights, but I'm pretty sure we don't wake our neighbors up and make them listen to us scream at each other for the rest of the day. And I do mean scream.
Sometimes I feel like going up there trying to help them... but that would be weird.
Haha--yes that would be weird. But if you're around when Shawn and I get in a fight (which is pretty rare, because he doesn't fight), feel free to walk up and sock him for me :).
ReplyDeleteUm, interpreting dreams is weird too. My advice would be to hum your favorite hymn...and stop taking screwy psych classes.
Good luck on your interview! Let us know how it turns out.
No, we didn't interpret them for real, it was just a funny thing to do.
ReplyDeleteMy marriage prep teacher (who was right about pretty much everything I remember her saying) said that she threw anything that could break at her husband when they were in their earlier years of marriage. I'm glad the couple above us doesn't do that too.