random fact number 239

I can whistle while inhaling and exhaling, with very little tone change. I can also hold pitch better while whistling than singing.

midterms

Argh, tomorrow is my classical mechanics mid term. Thankfully I have until 7 pm to study. However, I’ve worked out so many of my confusions I’m starting to feel better about this grad school thing and this class. But I’m still working out things I should have known before I got here. Oh well. At least some of this math stuff is finally sinking in. So tomorrow, I’m just going to keep practicing, and we’ll see what sticks tomorrow evening

Wish me luck!

A quick correction or 2

I listened to the last 5 minutes of my reading, and am now going to correct a few misunderstandings.

1. My spirit guide’s name is Chukma, stress on the first syllable, and he has deep blue eyes more specifically. Hi Chukma *waves*

2. I think the blue uniform she is talking about that she thinks is american is a dress uniform, and probably the dress blues, but I’ll do more research. Also, she never said Germans killed Carrie, but that the enemy did. However, it was in Germany. Again, more research (or getting in touch with the universe to learn this myself lol) is needed.

This is why it’s handy to have tapes, because we can mishear a lot.

last night’s experiment

Last night, before I went to bed I focused on just being…well, after letting my mind rant a lot. Once I felt more focused I asked my spirit guide if he would send me a message that is important for me to receive right now. Then I rolled over to go to sleep.

As I was waiting to drift off completely I started hearing voices again. These aren’t “kill your cat” kind of voices, more like if you were tuning in a radio and just getting bits and pieces of conversation. Last night it sounded like a child I think, including some little kid singing. The funny thing is, when this happens I’m not absorbing or comprehending anything that’s being said. The words are english, but it’s like they mean nothing to me, just random words, like my brain is turned off. But, if I try to turn my brain on to comprehend, then the radio shuts off and I lose it. plus, I can’t really remember what was said because the brain wasn’t on! However, last night I was able to get it back after switching my brain on. I actually thought of it as a radio for a second, and have no idea how I did it, but I tuned it back in. But again, no idea what was said. I’m thinking this is how automatic writing happens, and if I could do this while awake I could just write without thinking and then be able to recall it. In time I think it will come because the station is staying around longer each time. It used to be just one or two words, and now it’s whole moments, phrases.

I think this happens when I’m going to sleep because that’s when my consciousness is shutting down, thus all the need for logic goes out the window. It will take some work to reach this state while awake, but I don’t see why it isn’t possible. Hooray for new skill!

As for the dreams I asked for, I don’t remember details. The only part I remember is being in the apartment, and I’m heading to bed. Carrie is going to the computer to check news. It feels like we’re waiting for a prophecy to come to pass, because I say that if anything happens to wake me up because I want to be around for the last moments before the shit hits the fan. Not exact words, but the idea of it.

It’s interesting to me that I had this experience while hurrican Wilma, which was predicted last month to occur now, was barreling towards Florida. So when I sort of woke up, I tried to remember what had happened. In my haziness I saw this pattern before me, like watching lava flow up close. Now, I am not sure if this is a pure vision or not, because I was beginning to get my consciousness about me, and I know there was a prediction for a volcanic event that should have happend a week ago and didn’t. So that could have been a corrupted vision. But, I also can’t describe what I saw, and I had to interpret it as lava. Had I put that thought in my head with just my consciousness, I wouldn’t have seen that, but instead a more zoomed out picture. So I’m really not sure what to make of it.

I wonder if I saw more, but am blocking it, like I have in the past. I slept very poorly, waking up many times halfway. Perhaps I saw something that I’m still unable to accept, like the night the wierd light was in our house and I freaked out. I don’t really know what to do about that little issue either. How do you control what you block?! I mean, you don’t even know what you’re trying to unblock, because it’s unknowable to you! lol Maybe I’ll figure that one out someday. But for now, I think it’s time to review some differential equations and go to bed.

ugh

Lactose intolerance! I read up on it the other day finally. Apparently it tends to develope as we age. It also appears that if your stomach is in an uproar for an unknown reason, it also gets worse, even if you take lactaid! For instance, 2 nights ago, just a small code from dairy queen, even with a lactaid pill gave me gas and cramps. Just now, had a small bowl of cereal, so maybe a cup of milk, with lactaid, and again gas and cramps. Granted, it’s not as bad as the night in northern Minnesota after a blizzard from DQ up in canada. I was miserable! Does this mean I’ll never be eating ice cream and milk? Or that I’ll have to take more lactaid with it? I’m not a big fan of the soy milk, and lactose free milk is expensive, but so is lactaid. I’ll have to figure something out. Stupid stomach…now it’s time for stomach calming tea, maybe that will help a bit.

dreams again

What I’m remembering now is another military dream.
Apparently I had joined the army, and was at boot camp, but it was too relaxed to realy be boot camp. I never understand that. I also didn’t have army uniforms, but my marine corps uniforms, so I was a little concerned about that. I recognized a few people too. At one point I was worried about wearing my Marine cover, but I saw Clark with her Marine cover too. I talked to her later one, walking with another person, and she said she went to the army because the driving was too much, apparently she was a reservist at that time. But she wasn’t a reservist back in boot camp that I recall. Anyway.

Oooh, the only wierd thing I remember is they give out this form, meant to help recruit or something, I don’t know. I think it’s for me to help recruit others. But inside there were mcdonald’s monopoly pieces. Except they didn’t say everything on them, you had to use one of those plastic decoders to read them. So that’s a bit odd.

Also, at one point I start to have more, private conversations with the drill instructor. Which is odd. Recruits are never taken into confidence or anything even close to that.

Also, there’s a fight, another woman jumps my drill instructor, and I’m wondering if we’re supposed to interfere. So I jump her, try to get her off, though I know she’s way bigger and stronger than me. I take a bit of a beating, but show some creativity in getting into position to hit her. After this is where I’m talked to along the side with the DI and this other woman. They mention that they’re worried about my conditioning, and that their group runs fast. I’m like, I can’t run fast, I’ve tried.

apparently I’m hitting everything in reverse order here. Oh well. So I can add this to the tally of military dreams I’m having. They’re certainly not past lives since everyone involved is always female. Perhaps this is my past trying to feel more included in this life? I need these dreams to let out that need to be around the military? Basically, I see it as sex dreams, which are often there to release pent up urges that aren’t being dealt with in the waking hours. And since I don’t have much trouble with pent up sexual urges, not compared to pent up military urges at least, maybe that’s why I have so many military dreams. It’s a working theory at least.

My brother’s poems

Here are 2 poems my brother shared with me tonight. I think he’s amazingly talented.

a winter poem

cool and quiet the ground grows blue
illuminateing hues,
creating dancing shadows
cellebrating the nite
under stars and moon blanketing the sky
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smoke
slow death suicide

dust trails drawn in the mouth
sinks into the lungs
attempting to suffocate sadness

Google Suprise

Hahaha, I love random googling of old friends, because you never know what you’ll find. Most of the time it’s nothing, but today, I found this. Laura Mae Maguire is an awesomely fun person who I went to boot camp with. She’s the person that got me in trouble the most. Hell, our drill instructors moved her across the squad bay to keep her out of trouble. I’d still have to fight laughter though, even with her across the room. Thoroughly entertaining! I never was very good at that bearing thing we were supposed to learn. At least we had a good time!

It’d be nice if I could actually contact her, but I don’t want to join the website just to email, since I’m not sure what info I’ll have to pass along. Right now it is enough to know she’s alive and looking like herself, though I’ve never seen her in anything but a uniform. hehe

Now if only I could find a few more people, like my bunkie Stacy Morgenstern, and the sweetest person in all of boot camp, Sharon Rodriguez. All in time.

where’s my blogroll

Why can’t I see my blogroll? That’s so wierd, and annoying since I use it to get to people I read everyday. Maybe it will come back…soon!

An update on my dad (from my mom)

Well it’s been a VERY stressful week. We met with a blood specialist on Monday. The doctor tried to schedule a treatment for Dean for Monday evening where they inject in iron concoction directly into the veins. He told us the risks were that if there is an allergic reaction to the treatment, it could be deadly! The treatment had to be done in the emergency room so he could be monitored very closely during the initial testing period and during the treatment.

After waiting around for a while, they discovered that the pharmacist was gone already for the day at the hospital so the treatment was scheduled for Tuesday afternoon. Not much sleep for us Monday night.

I worked half a day Tuesday and got home in time to listen to a message from the hospital that the pharmacist wasn’t in that day and the treatment had to be rescheduled for Wednesday afternoon! Aaaaaarrrrrrggggggghhhhhh!!!!!!

We were at the hospital until 7:30 last night. Dean came through the treatment ok. He felt yucky/funny, etc. during the treatment but it appears to have gone ok.

Now we need to wait until Monday for some more tests to see if the treatment had any effect. The doctor is probably going to schedule a bone marrow biopsy next week to see what else they can find out.

Will let you know more as we find it out.

Leona