i forgot to write about my dreams
i went to gabe chandler's office hours and he was sitting at a round table with another professor and a student. we all did the homework problems simultaneously and even gabe had trouble with them. i told him that made me feel a lot better. cherry tomatoes of all sizes rolled around the center of the table. i started eating them with a spoon. i stopped when i realized that we were supposed to use them for a problem. we had to estimate their surface area or some other silly thing that had little to do with statistics.
on a weekend night, i was running around campus with two friends who were doing a scavenger hunt. they had to find objects with numbers on them. the prize was a bag of weed. near the gatehouse there was a small building that doesn't exist in my non-dream world. above the door were two blue painted fish. one had a 6 on it. it was too high for either of my friends to reach, so they were climbing on top of each other desperately trying to grab the fish. i told them to stop all that nonsense because i was pretty sure that professor chandler had weed in his apartment. all we had to do was knock on the door and ask him for some.
peace, love, pot prizes, and six fish.
on a weekend night, i was running around campus with two friends who were doing a scavenger hunt. they had to find objects with numbers on them. the prize was a bag of weed. near the gatehouse there was a small building that doesn't exist in my non-dream world. above the door were two blue painted fish. one had a 6 on it. it was too high for either of my friends to reach, so they were climbing on top of each other desperately trying to grab the fish. i told them to stop all that nonsense because i was pretty sure that professor chandler had weed in his apartment. all we had to do was knock on the door and ask him for some.
peace, love, pot prizes, and six fish.