Spare a little candle, save some light for me...

I'm in the process of clearing my old blog and moving anything of mild interest all into this one space.

January 1st, 2008.

Current mood:exotic

The Harlequin Ladybird has ferociously hit the shores of the British Isles. Upon my return home for Christmas there was a very cold snap of weather which sends these little buggars looking for warmth and hibernation spots. They weren't the only ones, i said to my Dad upon my refusal to leave the house until it warmed up (in my best CA accent) "dude, i'm like, totally from California, you know? Shit's hella cold." The joke was lost completely but anyway, a few days later it did warm up considerably. I felt I could physically bring myself to leave the house and so did these fucking ladybirds. Now, they are not like normal cute ladybirds. Some look very much like a bigger version, about 4 times bigger, of a carpet beetle (my house in Nottingham had an infestation of them, which was wonderful). As the weather warmed up the ladybirds were flying, crawling and swarming around windows, in corners where the ceiling meets the walls and generally being disgusting. I guess they thought Spring had sprung and that they wanted to get outdoors and eat other bugs etc. I hate bugs and this really bothered me. Especially as i had no clue what they were, my parents internet was down and the only thing i could think of was that they were some mutant strain of carpet beetle. We managed to get rid of a lot of them and then that was that, problem solved. However, it stuck in my subconscious... Fast forward one week. Last Saturday night i had a most peculiar dream. I dreamt every 3 years the humble carpet beetle was to quadruple in size. What was now a fairly minor insect problem would be like 100 turtles invadin' your house in a decade. The government were really stressed as in 50 years, these massive beetles were set to take over the world. My mom was especially pissed as one did a shit down one of her salmon pink sweaters. As a preventative measure the government issued every UK resident with a gun to shoot these beetles dead. I was worried my parents would accidently kill each other and then that is, thankfully, where i woke up.

Since returning i've had a touch of jetlag, nothing too obnoxious just early to bed and even earlier to rise, or well wake at least. A couple of nights ago i was awoken by another very graphic dream. This time it was zombie based. Now, it seems i have a pretty elaborate zombie dream every few months, but they don't scare me, i quite enjoy them. I totally fight and kick zombies asses and can run and run and i am the star of some feature film in my mind. Rulin'! Anyhow, this one was different as i got beat, by an 8 foot zombie version of Jeremy Clarkson. I was hitting him with a huge log but he was just too much for me and he killed me. Sigh. But, i woke up and am apparently not dead, so yeah, awesome!