This Is Me NOT Being Vain

Ok- Read the dream one below this as well, but I just thought I'd say that I couldn't agree with my roommates more when they said that I have an awesome personality, I am hilarious, I am kind, and they can't understand why a guy hasn't fallen head over heels for me like they have.
That is all

If I Could Write Out My Own Dreams....

First things first, Before you can commence with the reading of this blog you need to go to my little "My Playlist" thingy on the right colomn and listen to Sweet Dream by Greg Laswell (it's #10)- It has everything to do with my blog.

Ok- You had better be listening or have listened to Sweet Dream. If not do it now!
Ok- for real now:

I am a dreamer. No not a visionary! I have amazing dreams and can recall my dream almost every night. Not just recall it to the point where I say, "you were in my dream but I don't remember why". I remember details very vividly. My dreams are usually pretty long too.
I have often joked (and if you have never heard me joke about this don't call me a liar, you've just never heard me joke about it) that the reason I go to sleep at night is so I can have a dream.

Well.... the other day in class I was sharing my dream with my group and this guy told me all about the new work psychologists are doing with dreams. (he is a psychology major)
He told me all about dream lucidity. Then he directed me to Dreamviews.com.
Basically he said we can have about 8 dreams per night and we are often lucky to remember just one. But we can train our brain to remember ALL of our dreams AND have lucid dreams!
I'm totally trying this out! Dream control has always been at the top of my list of things to do!

Before you can have lucid dreams you need to "master" dream recall.
Basically you keep a dream journal. Mine is right by my bed so as soon as my alarm goes off (and I hit the snooze) I write down as many details of my dream as I can remember. If you get out of bed you are already forgetting little details you should have written down.
This basically trains your brain because it will try harder and harder to remember more details.

That is the stage I'm on now.
Soon...hopefully soon.... I'll be able to CONTROL MY DREAMS!!
I'm SO excited!!
Who wants do to it with me?!

I'm Back!!

I'm Back, and I've got a story For Your Enjoyment:

The Harward Family had just finished visiting The Gallaher Gallery and were excited to head home, but before they could go home they had to pay a visit to The House of Vin.
They knocked on the door and were welcomed with a, "Well Hello There...", but they didn't recognize the voice.
"Who's there?", they yelled into the house.
"Me Myself and Who Knows What" was the response they got.
"Is that you Vin?" they asked.
"Think again!" Was the response from the other side of the door.
"I've had enough of Jessie's Jibberish!" said Papa Harward. "They must have been drinking too much Skog Blog to remember they had News From Nauvoo for us."
"Shoot I Don't Know!" said Mama Harward. "Let's go before they Feed Me To The Forest."
So they went home.
End of story

(I obviously had a little bit of time on my hands this evening!)

UNDER CONSTRUCTION!

Ummmm..... I attempted to appease everyone and make my blog nice again but something went VERY VERY wrong, for about 10 mins there was no thetacy.blogspot.com so while I try to recover things you'll have to accept my apologies.

Happy Now?

This is the most boring blog background I've ever had.

Editors Note

Due to the complaints about my "flashy" blog that incited vomiting, I have opted for an all white background. The background not showing up is simply the lack of a background.

Sincerely- tacy

ps: don't forget to read the blog right below this.

What Happens When You Die?

What is the proper etiquette when dealing with people's internet accounts once they die?

I know "they" say to never write down your passwords, but I have. I've written down my passwords and log in names so that if I was to suddenly die someone could get online and delete me from cyberspace.

This all came about because on Facebook they give you friend suggestions. One person they keep suggesting for me to add is dead and I'm sure no one knew her password to get on their and delete her account. I don't ever want that to happen to me.
So if I suddenly die, I've written my passwords in my journal, so whoever wants to can get ahold of that and delete my stuff!

I'm So Vain

this blog is all about me.

Look at my hair in my picture! Doesn't it look great?! And to think... that is natural! When the picture was taken I hadn't colored or highlighted my hair for 2 years! Doesn't it look great?!
That is all.

Get Over It!

My favorite morning radio show Kidd Kraddick in the Morning has a bit they call "Get Over It!" where they let people call in and say what they do that bugs people that isn't going to change.

For example, "I only order cheese and mayo on my Subway sandwhich--Get Over It!"

or, "My pants are worn at the bottom because they are too long--Get Over It!"

or, "Yes honey, I hit that pothole again even though I know it's there--Get Over It!"

or, "I like dating black men--Get Over It!"

get the gist?

I'm going to do a few "Get Over It"s and I urge the comments to be other "Get Over It"s

I don't start my homework until 9pm which means I'm in the library until close--Get Over It!

I drive to class sometims--Get Over It!

One of our roommates ate ONE of your 12 dozen cookies four months ago without asking--Get Over It!

I like listening to my I-Pod on campus--Get Over It!

My blog background flashes--Get Over It!

Spare Me/You

Let me just make a public announcement that the whole blogging world benefited from my lack of internet connectivity last night.

Everyone was spared from a sappy, "I just watched a few late night sappy re-runs of Grey's Anatomy" induced thoughts.

I was pretty mad all yesterday when the internet didn't work in my house but now I'm so thankful for it.
Actually, I've decided that at midnight my internet should turn itself off and not allow me to do anything.
I've regretted my fair share of late night/early morning emails and blogs. For some reason I always think it is a good idea to get all these thoughts off my chest and as soon as I wake up I always regret it!
Everyone has seen those movie or TV show scenes where a group of friends get their friend drunk so she'll spill her guts and tell all of her deep dark secrets. The same could work for me but you wouldn't even have to give me alcohol. All you'd have to do is turn on a sappy TV drama and wait till about 1am and I'd spill everything.
That's a good indicator that I should be asleep before 1am every night, otherwise I turn into a victim of my own thoughts.

(ps: I'm looking for a new blog background for all those who go into convulsions when they see my page.)

Army Girl!

I am an arm girl.
Guys with well toned arms get me every time.
Perhaps it is because my arms are the complete opposite of well toned. I often call them elephants arms.

One of my favorite things about being the basketball team's manger in high school was that I got to see muscular arms.
I'm not a fan of body builder arms.
Sick!
I like a smaller toned arm.
Also, when you can see the veins sticking out of someones arms because they are straining.
It gets me every time!

(This kind of reminds me of the one guy on Lady in the Water with the one really toned arm. That isn't ok. Plus his arm was too muscular.)

If Peein Your Pants Is Cool...

Per Lydia's reqest I'm going to update.
Even though I was SO happy that I got 16 comments on the last blog I felt like my next blog had to be at least 16 comment worthy.
Alas, I don't know if it will ever happen again.
thanks to everyone who made that happen, it truly made my day/week/month maybe

I was sitting in church today when my friend Justin (who is like a brother) sat next to me. He had a disturbed/frazzled look about him so I asked him what was up.
He proceeded to tell me that it might be TMI (too much information) but he was going to tell me anyway because, (like I said before), we are practically family.
(Name that movie! "What are ya sayin? We're practically family!")
Anyway... He told me that while he was in the bathroom, which freaked me out a little because he wasn't exactly being quite and we were in church after all, he was using the urinal and he wasn't done but it started flushing. He didn't think too much besides the typical, "wait, I'm not done yet" thoughts until the water starting splashing on his suit.
He was embarrassed because he didn't want it to look like he had peed his pants.

Kinda funny.... maybe you had to have been there, or maybe you just have to know Justin.

Next story, also with Justin.

We were walking down the hall at church and it was fairly empty but he did spot my two roommates Jane and Bobbiejane.
He is their home teacher so upon seeing them he said, very loudly and without any pauses, "Jane and Bobbiejane! It is that time of the month again! And I don't mean that time!"

You're Just Not My "Type"

I am attracted to older men.

There is something about a 23 year old guy that isn't........ummm....as attractive as an older man.

Not that I don't think that there are attractive younger men,

Zac Efron for example. Very attractive 22 year old.
But there is something that is so good looking about a mature older guy.

Not necessiarly older older either.

I could for sure see myself with a guy that is ten years older than me.

I don't really know where I'm going with this.

Can anyone else relate?

Just Be Nice!!

(I secretly hope the people this blog is about will find it so they can know how I really feel)

You know those people who are just mean?

When I meet someone new I give them the benefit of the doubt. Not even that, because saying "I give them the benefit of the doubt" makes it seem like I've heard bad things about them but I'm going to give them a chance. When I meet people I automatically assume I'm going to like them until I'm proven wrong.

I assume most people are the same way.

I know a couple of people who are the completely opposite. They have no tolerance for anything. Don't whistle too loud or you'll hear it, don't sing the same song too many times in a row or you'll hear it, don't smile too big or you'll hear it. Having a perfume that they don't like the smell of is some kind of horrible offense. Having a good time and laughing with your friends in their presence is an unforgivable sin.

I'm SICK of it!

I know this whole blog seems like an oxy-moron because I'm showing intolerance for their intolerance but I've honestly have enough!

I've tried to see things from their point of view but I can't get my head that far up my butt!

They are just mean and it really is sad.

I honestly have never met people who are as hateful as them.

They say horrible things to me about people I know and then when that person comes around they act as though they are best friends. Do they realize that even though they treat me nicely to my face I KNOW they talk to their other friends about how annoying I am. Or do they think they are fooling me?

I've tried to let my shining example of niceness (no eye rolling) shine but I can only do so much!

I just want to tell them, "JUST BE NICE!"