| Weird Dreams, York Stories, and a Summary of my Day |
[Jan. 14th, 2006|12:26 am] |
I'm feeling so very blah. I just really want to be alone right now (which I guess is a good thing, because everyone else is asleep). I'm having random political conversations with random people over msn. I am now in a heated debate with some conservatives hehe. A few days ago the likely prospect of a conservative goverment got be really angry. Now, I couldn't care less. I'm feeling very apathetic about...everything. Maybe we could use a change? I think the Ad's are starting to brainwash me. I can be quite gullible at times.
So apparently not only do we sell bongs and pipes at York, but also crack pipes. Yes, crack pipes. I can't really imagine them being big sellers. I mean, I have seen some hardcore potheads at York, but crack or meth users? York requires more brain cells than these people would have.
Today I woke up at 6:30. Raced to catch the 8:00 bus to get to class on time. Run to my class, nearly spilling coffee all over me because I am in such a rush. I bet you can guess what happens next. I reach the classroom. Totally empty. It's after 8:30. Fuuuuuuuck! So I woke up for nothing, class was cancelled. 2 other people showed up too. We must have missed the announcement.. whenever that may have been. So I spent the next 2 hrs sleeping in Scott library, cuz founders was closed. I did manage to fall asleep, but I had nightmares! It was horrible, one of those "out-of body" experienses kinda. Like I knew that I was sleeping in scott, but in my dream, someone kept poking me, and it felt so real. So I tryed to open my eyes to see what was going on, but I opened my eyes not to see the real world, but rather another dream! This happens multiple times. One time, I "open my eyes" and find myself in some kind of a homeless shelter. There is a scary looking guy standing over me, and before I know what is happening, he pulls one of the chairs I was sleeping on (I had stuck two chairs together) , so I fall to the ground. I'm about to complain, but I decide not to, as I am now surrounded by scary looking guys. Most of them are on the ground in sleeping bags, but a few also have chairs. Randomly I see Deborah Wallach from high school. She is wearing pink PJ's, she waves to me, and goes into another room with some sketchy Kevin Federline-ish dude. In another dream, I wake up to find myself at a christmas party. There was some kind of fruitcake baking contest, and seeing as I have never had fruitcake I was easger to try some. I think I liked it. Then people brought out the eggnog. I had some yummy raspberry tasting drink, and someone said it was home-made. Then I was testing out tooth whiteners, and like writing a review on them. Apparently they are all B/S and do nothing. At least thats what happened in my dream. I have an odd feeling that I may have like yelled in my sleep. Sometimes when I have weird dreams like that (where I can not wake up when I try), I make weird noises. Damn I hope I didn't. I finally woke up for real at around 12. I missed my history lecture, and had a horrible pain in my neck. I ate, and went to my hist tutorial. I hadn't done any of the readings. I left my coursepack there, so it looks like I won't be doing next week's either. I hope someone took it home with them, and I hope that someone gives it back to me, or else its $55 down the drain.
After class I saw Andrew Malek, and Mathew Shea. I love bumping into people from high school. Its funny how I talk to some of them more now, than I ever did back then, but its still nice.
Went to work and taught Michelle how to make paper cranes, and a bunch of us discussed marriage, vacations, religion etc. I forgot my manager was working. Lazyness+manager=bad, but luckily other people were pissing her off even more, so she let it slide.
I bought a world map for my room. I'm going to label it with all the places I have been....once I actually go somewhere of course.
I got a bunch of pictures developed today. My next project is to build a super scrapbook to put them all in. I have many projects lined up. I always do. I always start things and never complete them. I am proud of myself for one thing right now though. Last weekend I spent 5 hrs straight painting. I got really bored after tlike the first hour, but I stuck with it. Its no masterpiece, but I'm stull quite proud of it. I shall post it later.
I really, really want a big mac right now. I have no idea why, they usually make me feel sick. |
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