is it 9th grade, or is it 10th grade?
i can't remember. all i do know is that tonight, jen, linda, and i are going to see styxx/ foreigner/def leppard. i really don't know what is possessing us to do it, but i guess curiousity is playing a large part in the decision. and part of me wants to peg my pants.
i could never get the mall bangs to go well, so i guess that won't be an option.
but i have had a leppard medley going through my head during my waknig hours.
non-waking hours have been quite strange. it would take me a rather long time to sit down and plot out what the hell happened in my dream last night. as usual, there were bizarre and gravity-defying interstate interchanges/ramps. there always seem to be those - frequently i'm the one driving on them. doing a kind of "dukes of hazzard" jump off the end when i realize there is no more pavement. this time, i had jumped from the upper deck onto the moving lower deck to ask my landlady what was happening. well, she apparently can't drive at all, and so i was zipping through a sort of lower-wacker, on the hood of her car. that was after i was helping a tennenbaum-like family deal with their adolescent issues, and fleeing from an apparent eveil foe. this evil being that slaughtered all the fantasy beasts protecting the family. i cried hysterically when the severed head of a large muppet flew out of the battle (it looked like a large, friendly skekksi).
there were also scenes involving my friend nadine meeting the aged lit. prof (who looked like the diplomat in Leathal Weapon) and them instantly making out and falling in love. it was a lot sweeter than it sounds. we then were walking joyfully through the streets of dennmark, getting ready for the stage production (of i guess a sort of celebration). and afterwards i took pictures of the audience. one who sections was comprised of priests/monks who really don't get out that often, and were very excited about a group picture.
ok i really don't need to tell you anymore. it could keep going.
i could never get the mall bangs to go well, so i guess that won't be an option.
but i have had a leppard medley going through my head during my waknig hours.
non-waking hours have been quite strange. it would take me a rather long time to sit down and plot out what the hell happened in my dream last night. as usual, there were bizarre and gravity-defying interstate interchanges/ramps. there always seem to be those - frequently i'm the one driving on them. doing a kind of "dukes of hazzard" jump off the end when i realize there is no more pavement. this time, i had jumped from the upper deck onto the moving lower deck to ask my landlady what was happening. well, she apparently can't drive at all, and so i was zipping through a sort of lower-wacker, on the hood of her car. that was after i was helping a tennenbaum-like family deal with their adolescent issues, and fleeing from an apparent eveil foe. this evil being that slaughtered all the fantasy beasts protecting the family. i cried hysterically when the severed head of a large muppet flew out of the battle (it looked like a large, friendly skekksi).
there were also scenes involving my friend nadine meeting the aged lit. prof (who looked like the diplomat in Leathal Weapon) and them instantly making out and falling in love. it was a lot sweeter than it sounds. we then were walking joyfully through the streets of dennmark, getting ready for the stage production (of i guess a sort of celebration). and afterwards i took pictures of the audience. one who sections was comprised of priests/monks who really don't get out that often, and were very excited about a group picture.
ok i really don't need to tell you anymore. it could keep going.