random stuff:

i hate running on the treadmill. i seriously hate it. but i'm forcing myself to do it. HATE. IT.

i'm horrible at making friends. this is true. i really am not good at this at all. in fact...i pretty much suck at it.

i'm not letting myself bite my nails for the next five weeks and two/three days. its maddening. i bought those cuticle-pusher-backers and have started using them (because i need to) and it hurts like the devil.

i had a crazy ass dream last night about being in a contest with someone and we had to get these pink cooked noodles to stick to the windshield of the car with something. i wanted to use molasses and she wanted to use fabric glue, but i was telling her the fabric glue wouldn't stick as well. ...nuts.

my main love language is quality time.

did i ever tell you about the weird happenings of talking in my sleep? no? well then, we'll have to fix that right now.

*ahem*

incident number one: apparantly, in highschool, when i was sleeping over at sabrina baldi's house, (so was crystal detmer), i had gone to bed/sleep before they did. they were sitting on the floor talking and they claimed that i sat straight up in bed, said "I DO! I DO!" and then laid back down.

incident number two: a person i was friends with in highschool claimed that i sang "more than anything" by hanson, in my sleep, word for word. (we had decided to put this song on repeat while we slept that night, which is weird, in and of itself.) i asked her if i sang it on tune, and she said yes. and she said i wasn't singing at the same point the music was on. (i'm not sure if i believe any part of this story)

incident number three: my mom claims that one night she found that i was on my knees in bed, pulling hard on the curtains that were on the window next to the bed. she somehow got me to stop.

incident number four, which doesn't directly involve me: man...this must have been in middle school or early highschool. beth ann had come to appleton city with us sometime in the summer. we were preparing to have a garage sale, so my family, including beth ann, were all busily pricing items and scurrying around in the garage for a few days before the sale, setting stuff up. one night before the sale, when beth ann and i were sleeping on the hide-a-bed in the living room, my mom was still awake, sitting in a chair, sewing. she claims that beth ann got out of bed, walked over to a table in the living room, picked up this figurene, and asked my mom, "is this for sale?" hehe. i think my mom then said "no" and beth ann said "oh" and paused, and then said "how much is this?" something like that. and then she went back to bed.