Chatbox II: The Rebirth

Omg! I would die to work at an office supply store. I have a fetish... hahaha

I'm addicted to paper.

 

There's no way I could work with the public on a regular basis. *shudders at the thought*

 

ME TOO! I took a creative writing class in college, and one of our assignments was to write a poem about something we were passionate about. I wrote mine about paper. Everyone at work laughs at me because I love office supplies so much.

Joel and i decided when we get our own place, we're going to set up an office for me. No idea what I would use it for, but I'm very excited to have it.

SD, I feel the same way sometimes. I do a lot of work in the store room, so I manage to avoid helping customers when I'm busy back there, but now that everyone is back to school shopping, it's a lot harder to disappear into the store room for long periods of time.

 

I keep buying paper and pencils and notebooks butnot using them. They just accumulate andmake me happy. haha

 

I end up giving mine away sooner or later.

 

I'm a packrat with OCD, which means I have trouble getting rid of stuff, even if it'sjust giving it away.

 

I'm right there with you Sweet on the OCD thing and not being able to get rid of stuff

 

I buy paper and notebooks all the time. I've got two storage boxes in my room, one with notebooks I've filled, one with empty notebooks. I like having notebooks around, just in case someday I get a huge burst of inspiration and end up locking myself in my room and just writing and writing for weeks. Or something.

I give a lot of mine away, too, though. I've donated a bunch of them to the school my sister teaches at, and anytime someone in my family needs notebooks, they hit me up. It's nice to spread the happiness of paper.

Edit: It's not hard for me to give my notebooks away, but I still have old binders from high school and further back that I will never use, yet still keep. I have a really hard time throwing anything away.

 

@mina: Ever watch the show on A&E called Obsessed. They've had a few hoarders on there and I'm terrified of ending up like them. Apparently they have a new show coming out called hoarders which is specifically about them. I'm curious and worried at the same time. I have the potential to become like that.

@hidden: I never end up filling mine because I'm not much of a writer. I try, but give up pretty quickly. Not to mention, I prefer to type on the computer, and if I must write on paper it's best for me to use loose leaf paper because I'm a perfectionist. I insist on rewriting the pages in neater handwriting every one in a while which means a lot of switching out sheets. Can't do that in a notebook. And I always want to preserve my notebooks for something really important, but never come up with anything.

I actually want to start a dream journal though. I've been dreaming consistantly the last few weeks and because of my light sleeping I remember them. These are really messed up dreams that I'd like to remember, so I figure the best way is to keep a journal. It'll be interesting to be able to look back on it.

 

I kept a dream journal blog on Myspace for a while...but people started to worry about me so I stopped...I guess my dreams were creeping people out

 

Should I even ASK what kind of dreams?

 

I used to have one of those, but I'm scared of the dark, so I won't usually get up in the middle of the night after having a weird dream to write it down. Then, by morning, I can't remember parts of it, so I gave up on it pretty quickly. I think I might start up again, though, because it helped me sleep better.

Haha I avoid telling Joel most of the dreams that I have for the same reason.

Probably not.

 

Mine are more just random things that really wouldn't belong together anywhere else. I dunno. They're not disturbing, just... odd. haha


I have a bedside lamp, so I can just turn it on and start writing.

 

I wish mine were just odd...

 

Like there was this one time:

I was walking down the street to the building I lived in (in my dream. I'd never seen this building before). Ouside was a massive, movie theatre sized screen with megaphones on top. Pizza deliveries were being braodcast over the town, and that's how the deliveryboys knew where to go. I took this as normal and continued into my building. I got inside and my roommate (again, in my dream. I was living in a house with my parents at the time) was getting ready to go out so she walked by to the bathroom. That's when I heard a knock at the door and went to answer it. The door was a tent door and I had to unzip it. The floor above mine stopped at my door and there were no wall, so above me stood my landlord in the typical pink, terrycloth robe, green face mask and hair rollers. There was a man standing at the door and he asked for me by name. Before I could answer, my landlady told him that was me. So he pulls out a gun and shoots me in the stomach. Thinking I was dead, he walked into the apartment to shoot my roomate. Just before I woke up, I heard her say "why are you doing this?!" and he said it was because of Beethoven and my last name..

.....wtf?!

 

Wow, Mandie.

One of the more recent ones I had featured Harry Potter and Michael Phelps. One of Joel's friends died in a car accident a few weeks ago, and in my dream, he had come back as a ghost and was working with Michael Phelps to try and frame me and Harry for murdering him. Weird. Another dream I had, his friend came to pick me up from work. It wasn't like in the dream his friend was alive, though. He was dead. I knew he was dead. But he picked me up, drove me home, and the whole way there, we were talking about what a horrible relationship we had while he was alive.

I have some pretty creepy dreams, too, but I try not to think about those while I'm home alone. They freak me out.

 

I don't tend to remember my creepy dreams. Those ones I tend to just wake up with a really scared feeling and have trouble getting back to sleep. Or if I do remember them, they involve me trying to run and not being able to. Pretty typical stuff.

I've been Harry Potter in more than one dream myself. haha

 

LOL that's pretty sweet. I used to have dreams where I was the pink power ranger when I was younger.

My creepy dreams are half and half. Usually, if they wake me up in the middle of the night, I remember them, but if I have one right before I wake up, I just have the scared feeling.

 

I regularly dream about the apocalypse. I dream about zombies. I dream about land animals underwater and water animals on land and I have to save them. I dream I am other people in other times. All sorts of cool stuff.

 

I have freaky dreams. I have quoted from a thread that exists elsewhere in the Lounge enough times that I am sure it would bore to do it again. Suffice to say, strange.

 

I should start one up again...leaving off the sex dreams of course

 

Uh. Yeah. Of course...

 

I Ricky Gervais. British humour is definitely some of the best.

 

Ok, so last night I was watching Kathy Griffin as replacement host for Larry king and she had as one of her guests Levi Johnston. If you know Kathy Griffin, her brand of humor is very quick and sometimes caustic, always pushing the line between ha-ha and discomfort.

I kinda felt bad for poor Levi, he came off as rather slow and dull. Pretty, but dull.

 

Ok, so which was the conversation killer? Kathy or Levi?