Last day of freedom
So, e-mail still doesn't work at the Y. Maybe tomorrow IT will do it's job.
On the plus side I got flip flops for the shower so I won't catch athlete's foot and I got free pizza at the slide show for orientation week. I was also in three pictures but I don't know if that's good or bad. I know it means I was involved and that I am "becoming" with stubble (thanks to chelsea).
Speaking of which, after I helped Caroline make gyoza (and I helped myself to half of one) I went to hang with Chelsea and Cherish and we watched and old movie called Brazil that is a lot like "1984" as Cherish claims. I love hanging out with the two of them. It's always so lighthearted and fun in addition to lots of dirty jokes, ass grabbing, and all in all good clean clothed contact. It reminds me of the Saline, Michigan from 2 summers ago. : ) I think Chelsea's room may become my detox station for stress this year.
Also, this morning I had a dream that I went to the MoMA with my mom and brother and it was an air and space museum and I was looking for an orange version of Sprite (my tiger) and then I got a feeling of doom and just as I had convinced my mom that we had to leave everyone rushed for the door and out these huge windows we saw giant tidal waves coming at us but now we were locked in. Some how the building survived the onslaught and then it started clicking away like we were on a roller coaster track and before I knew it we were on top of the gw bridge as a "safty." It was bright and sunny for a bit but then it got dark and the tidal way knocked the MoMA off of the bridge and it flooded but somehow was still afloat in the body of water that had been ny. The roof was still intacked but there was a rescue copter and navy/coast guard people. They lowered a rope and I insisted that they take my brother first. As he climed up I searched for my mother and saw her drifting away in the tumultuous waves I went to try to swim out to her but one of the rescuers was half way down and calling to me and despite my reasurances that I had to save my mom and would be fine he came down and grabbed me up. Next thing I knew it was sunny again and everything was wet and drenched but the rain had stopped. My brother went to wander upstairs to higher ground and I went off to find my mom. She was in a lecture-type room with lots of other very pale people. She was sitting next to a friend of hers that had happend to be in the MoMA while we were. I figured out that the room was symbolic of being halfway between life and death. Those that stayed for too long would die. I paniced and tried hastily to convince my mother that we had to leave. She would not without her friend and so I begged her friend to join us upstairs. It worked and I rushed them out of the room and to the stairs where my brother was waiting at the top just as the sky grew dark and the museum begain to fill with water ever so slowly.
Then I woke up to the bright sunny day, taking until 5 to shrug off the feeling of almost having drowned that I had through most of my dream.
My two biggest fears are blindness and drowning (probably because of being a visual artist and a horrible swimmer)
On the plus side I got flip flops for the shower so I won't catch athlete's foot and I got free pizza at the slide show for orientation week. I was also in three pictures but I don't know if that's good or bad. I know it means I was involved and that I am "becoming" with stubble (thanks to chelsea).
Speaking of which, after I helped Caroline make gyoza (and I helped myself to half of one) I went to hang with Chelsea and Cherish and we watched and old movie called Brazil that is a lot like "1984" as Cherish claims. I love hanging out with the two of them. It's always so lighthearted and fun in addition to lots of dirty jokes, ass grabbing, and all in all good clean clothed contact. It reminds me of the Saline, Michigan from 2 summers ago. : ) I think Chelsea's room may become my detox station for stress this year.
Also, this morning I had a dream that I went to the MoMA with my mom and brother and it was an air and space museum and I was looking for an orange version of Sprite (my tiger) and then I got a feeling of doom and just as I had convinced my mom that we had to leave everyone rushed for the door and out these huge windows we saw giant tidal waves coming at us but now we were locked in. Some how the building survived the onslaught and then it started clicking away like we were on a roller coaster track and before I knew it we were on top of the gw bridge as a "safty." It was bright and sunny for a bit but then it got dark and the tidal way knocked the MoMA off of the bridge and it flooded but somehow was still afloat in the body of water that had been ny. The roof was still intacked but there was a rescue copter and navy/coast guard people. They lowered a rope and I insisted that they take my brother first. As he climed up I searched for my mother and saw her drifting away in the tumultuous waves I went to try to swim out to her but one of the rescuers was half way down and calling to me and despite my reasurances that I had to save my mom and would be fine he came down and grabbed me up. Next thing I knew it was sunny again and everything was wet and drenched but the rain had stopped. My brother went to wander upstairs to higher ground and I went off to find my mom. She was in a lecture-type room with lots of other very pale people. She was sitting next to a friend of hers that had happend to be in the MoMA while we were. I figured out that the room was symbolic of being halfway between life and death. Those that stayed for too long would die. I paniced and tried hastily to convince my mother that we had to leave. She would not without her friend and so I begged her friend to join us upstairs. It worked and I rushed them out of the room and to the stairs where my brother was waiting at the top just as the sky grew dark and the museum begain to fill with water ever so slowly.
Then I woke up to the bright sunny day, taking until 5 to shrug off the feeling of almost having drowned that I had through most of my dream.
My two biggest fears are blindness and drowning (probably because of being a visual artist and a horrible swimmer)