I let it grow out a little, I guess as a part of my silent one-sided revolt against men. Since I have started dating a guy who has the least resemblance to a douchebag, I decided to hack through the thick undergrowth to reveal my glorious garden. It's like the plot of the secret garden (book, movie or play, take your pick) which I don't feel like describing, so go read/rent it.
A few other spotty updates...
Had the most surreal dream. Do not remember what exactly was going on, something reflecting on my real-life moving situation. I was in a dilapidated Victoria, completely corroded in the back, a giant hole eaten away. I walked to the hole and discovered the "backyard" housed a giant crater-like formation. growing out of the crater was a GIGANTIC tree with wispy, willowy branches that had a large girth, yet feathery greenery. The crater was dark, midnight. It was almost like twilight out, and the tree was a jewel like green, but I felt I was looking at it through a movie lens.. it was so dense and luscious yet it had a foggy glow about it. and there was a dark, ominous yet whimsical mood about it.
The weird thing was the tree took up everything in my vision. My peripherals, direct sight, everything. Almost like standing in an imax theater or one of those globe-like theaters that wrap around you.
I want to go back! This is the second dream of a tree that has haunted me both in the dream and afterwards.
Oh, and I have to move out by february. Did I mention that?
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