Somewhat introspectively
Somewhat introspectively
or,
Too unreliable
I actually have a whole weekend off. Since I didn't get home from work until 7:30 AM yesterday, I got to bed by like 8:30 and woke up at 3. I worked out and went tanning. I went to the Main Art Theater and saw Pan's Labyrinth. I didn't know that it was in Spanish, but I made the best of it-I listened carefully to the sounds of the language. A classmate named Abigail and I are doing a project together on the ability of Spanish speakers learning English as a second language to discriminate when they are producing non-native sounds correctly. Fascinating stuff. The movie was okay, nothing to write home about. I cleaned out my refrigerator, cleaned the kitchen counters, scrubbed the toilet and shower floor, then swept and mopped the kitchen and bathroom.
I then went to Jeffrey and Mathew's apartment, and we watched a bit of SNL. Jeffrey began to laugh at me somewhat introspectively; if I had to guess, I would say it was about the fact that I was eating their peanuts, then their cereal, then their popcorn, and I still kept going back to look for any food I might have missed. We went to the Inn Place until it closed and heard some atrocious karaoke.
I had a really interesting dream last night. I was at a big, public pool with my friends, people from school, people from high school, and plenty of strangers. At one point, I was walking up the steps (with Jeffrey, I think) and I started to falter. I started to feel incredibly weak, and I could barely speak. Jeffrey was telling me that we needed to get to an emergency room (I love how all these different aspects of my life were tied up into one dream) and I initially refused, but gradually assented because my blue care network is now active.
The most important part of the dream came when someone who worked at the pool told me that I needed to choose one of my friends to do something-I can't remember if it was take to to the hospital or just stay with me-and I needed to choose between Mathew and Mohamad. I was put on the spot with both of them standing there. I had to choose Mohamad, because Mathew's alcoholism makes him too unreliable. I knew they were going to physically fight about it. Ha.
I love how distraught Adeeb is because there's not way for him to get onto my lap right now. Oops, I spoke too soon.
or,
Too unreliable
I actually have a whole weekend off. Since I didn't get home from work until 7:30 AM yesterday, I got to bed by like 8:30 and woke up at 3. I worked out and went tanning. I went to the Main Art Theater and saw Pan's Labyrinth. I didn't know that it was in Spanish, but I made the best of it-I listened carefully to the sounds of the language. A classmate named Abigail and I are doing a project together on the ability of Spanish speakers learning English as a second language to discriminate when they are producing non-native sounds correctly. Fascinating stuff. The movie was okay, nothing to write home about. I cleaned out my refrigerator, cleaned the kitchen counters, scrubbed the toilet and shower floor, then swept and mopped the kitchen and bathroom.
I then went to Jeffrey and Mathew's apartment, and we watched a bit of SNL. Jeffrey began to laugh at me somewhat introspectively; if I had to guess, I would say it was about the fact that I was eating their peanuts, then their cereal, then their popcorn, and I still kept going back to look for any food I might have missed. We went to the Inn Place until it closed and heard some atrocious karaoke.
I had a really interesting dream last night. I was at a big, public pool with my friends, people from school, people from high school, and plenty of strangers. At one point, I was walking up the steps (with Jeffrey, I think) and I started to falter. I started to feel incredibly weak, and I could barely speak. Jeffrey was telling me that we needed to get to an emergency room (I love how all these different aspects of my life were tied up into one dream) and I initially refused, but gradually assented because my blue care network is now active.
The most important part of the dream came when someone who worked at the pool told me that I needed to choose one of my friends to do something-I can't remember if it was take to to the hospital or just stay with me-and I needed to choose between Mathew and Mohamad. I was put on the spot with both of them standing there. I had to choose Mohamad, because Mathew's alcoholism makes him too unreliable. I knew they were going to physically fight about it. Ha.
I love how distraught Adeeb is because there's not way for him to get onto my lap right now. Oops, I spoke too soon.