culture shock + weird dreams + teeth + etc, etc
hey there, internets.
So, Culture Shock happened. Whatever. It was nice outside, but the rides were superlame, so... that sucked. Hung around the quad. Listened to some bands. Actually really enjoyed one of them (Rasputina). You know, the usual Culture Shock type stuff. Gave sgmandy007 her birthday present and spent some time with quatredeathlady. Saw almost everyone I know at some point.
I just really wasn't ready for Culture Shock this year. I still kind of... am not. I have too much shit to get done. For serious.
I had this really weird dream in which I was at the library where I used to work. I was there to sign up from some sort of volunteer thing when the librarian said, "We have this actual job open. You should apply. We'd totally hire you."
So I filled out the forms. It was the old library building, the one on Parsippany Road, not the one over by the Middle School and High School. I haven't been to that one yet.
Anyway. I was filling out the paperwork in the Children's room when this guy came in? And wanted to hold the building hostage? Because he needed information. He was pretty cool, though. He let all the kids go and a lot of other people. He didn't shoot anyone on purpose, and once he got the information he wanted, he let everyone else leave too. I totally walked out of the library thinking, "Well, that was pretty nice."
Then I woke up. Without a job. Sigh.
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My stitches started falling out, in other news. That's... pretty gross. Not going to lie. I had another dream, earlier in the night, that something gross happened to two of the... I don't know, whatever you call the spaces where teeth used to be. It sucked. In the dream.
In real life, I still can't eat solid food. That sucks, too. I really want a cookie, or even, you know, the crust of a piece of toast. I have to cut the crust off in order to eat it. I'm basically living on microwaveable pancakes and soup at this point.
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I wrote "etc, etc" up in the subject, but I really don't have much else to say. I signed up for foreman_fest even though I don't watch House anymore, mostly because I just love Foreman so much and kind of miss him. At one point in May I'm going to need a betareader who actually has been watching the show to make sure whatever I write is at least vaguely canon compliant. I'll keep you all up to date. You know. And stuff.
Anyway, I think I'm maybe going to eat some food or something.
So, Culture Shock happened. Whatever. It was nice outside, but the rides were superlame, so... that sucked. Hung around the quad. Listened to some bands. Actually really enjoyed one of them (Rasputina). You know, the usual Culture Shock type stuff. Gave sgmandy007 her birthday present and spent some time with quatredeathlady. Saw almost everyone I know at some point.
I just really wasn't ready for Culture Shock this year. I still kind of... am not. I have too much shit to get done. For serious.
I had this really weird dream in which I was at the library where I used to work. I was there to sign up from some sort of volunteer thing when the librarian said, "We have this actual job open. You should apply. We'd totally hire you."
So I filled out the forms. It was the old library building, the one on Parsippany Road, not the one over by the Middle School and High School. I haven't been to that one yet.
Anyway. I was filling out the paperwork in the Children's room when this guy came in? And wanted to hold the building hostage? Because he needed information. He was pretty cool, though. He let all the kids go and a lot of other people. He didn't shoot anyone on purpose, and once he got the information he wanted, he let everyone else leave too. I totally walked out of the library thinking, "Well, that was pretty nice."
Then I woke up. Without a job. Sigh.
***
My stitches started falling out, in other news. That's... pretty gross. Not going to lie. I had another dream, earlier in the night, that something gross happened to two of the... I don't know, whatever you call the spaces where teeth used to be. It sucked. In the dream.
In real life, I still can't eat solid food. That sucks, too. I really want a cookie, or even, you know, the crust of a piece of toast. I have to cut the crust off in order to eat it. I'm basically living on microwaveable pancakes and soup at this point.
***
I wrote "etc, etc" up in the subject, but I really don't have much else to say. I signed up for foreman_fest even though I don't watch House anymore, mostly because I just love Foreman so much and kind of miss him. At one point in May I'm going to need a betareader who actually has been watching the show to make sure whatever I write is at least vaguely canon compliant. I'll keep you all up to date. You know. And stuff.
Anyway, I think I'm maybe going to eat some food or something.