The week has been choc-full of meeting after meeting. It was great to get away from it all by going to Baguio ( Read more... )

I was one of the few who didn't have their parents with them when I went to the Art Institute of Seattle's Open House. They served a breakfast of muffins, cookies, bagels and coffee. Too bad I already had some oatmeal ( Read more... )

I dreamed that I was in Mindoro with Pet and a few other activist friends. We exited a building in Mindoro one day and the military greeted us outside, as if they were patrolling. We hid behind a few bushes. Jane and the others disappeared, but reappeared with rifles. She told me and Pet to go with them, and we followed, kind of stupidly.

Our internet got disconnected because Mom hasn't received her paycheck from her lawyer boss yet (From what I hear, her boss is a nice but temperamental employer, and my strongwilled Mom and her don't usually go together well). I get my paychecks every 2 weeks so my first paycheck won't be until next week, so I'm here surfing at the Lincolnwood ( Read more... )