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Before I forget:
I think it was spurred by kirstenclio's talk of moving. I dreamed my mother wanted to buy a new house. First, my sister and I were at the mall and I intentionally left some things outside the door that I did not want to haul into the store. It was much less a mall and more like a bizarre in a mall setting. Anyway, some incredibly bratty child kept taking my things and when I berrated her/him, the parents of the little beast freaked out at me. I became so fed up that I just retreated to the store and hauled with me as much as I could while my sister finished shopping. We were waiting for mother to pick us up so she could show us the house she picked.
When we finished, we went outside and I went to retrive my things, only to discover they were mostly gone and the child and parents were nowhere to be found. I think this may have been brought to mind by sidhe_devil's depiction of the toilet jerk this weekend, as I had a premonition that this beast had stowed my goods in a toilet somewhere. So much hate!
Anyway, I did not realize that I had some idea where the items may have been hidden until I was half way to the new house with my family and the relator, some blonde chick in a white suit. I promptly exited the vehicle and ran up and down some hills. I have no memory of whether or not I found the stuff, but I remember having some trouble finding the house, as I had agreed to meet my family there. I knew I was on the right street but could not pick it out, as I recalled there being a huge for sale sign in front of it before and now it was gone. I remember bouncing around all sorts of streets, many of which were complicated and seemed to turn in on themselves. Some were shadowy and other streets were wide open (see the disappearing houses across the street in a dream earlier this week).
The reason for it being gone was explained when my mother and sister found me. My mother appeared to have been crying, apparently because the house she wanted was sold earlier that morning. The relator told her it was still not a done deal, which cheered her a bit and she put a "reserve amount" down on the house, should the other buyer not come through.
And that's all I recall.
In other news, I debated all day yesterday if I want to get into the Gypsy Rom class starting this weekend. On one hand, I know I have to start dancing again. On the other hand, I was very not impressed with this school and there is a class that is one forth the price here on campus. It's a props class, which is something I want to do, but it could also be very beginner. I am unsure of the skill levels for either class, but paying 15 bucks for a private class on campus to accent my personal development is a good deal better than the 35 I would shell out to either catch up/get some benefit at the school in Akron. I am thinking I may do the six week on campus and also afford a swimming class to brush up on that skill too and still pay half of what the Gypsy class would cost. Also, the prospect of requiring a 50 dollar costume piece right away, though it is something I know I need to buy, does not thrill me. I really love the idea of Kashlimar, but it just seems to be less important at the moment.
If I do the 6 week here and feel all "brushed up", I will probably just make plans to go to Cleveland to dance. That's where the gypsy troupe is anyway. I think I would rather learn there. Doing the whole midwestern belly dance thing just doesn't grip me. I don't find flyaway housewife bleached blonde hair sexy, no matter what costume you could afford to buy.
School-wise, I have to track down a ton of articles today - seeing as I am charged with being the first sucker to lead discussion in Politics and Culture next Thursday. I already see my Monday afternoon next week as full of PoC. It's a two page paper about the article and leading discussion. Can you feel my enthusiasm? I have one class to TA today at 215PM and then I am off to catch up on some home chores and shop for my cats- you heard right. My cats. Only slightly more interesting than the bio anth class I have to take as part of my core curriculum for my Masters. It's one of those seminar-like classes where all the profs come in and show off what they know - and some of the more annoying grad students act out because they feel like they can in a class of peers. We cultural girls clustered in the center, with Drunk Eric off to one side with some girl who I don't know but who I would place in the category I defined above (read: annoying).
Right now, I am going to think about that taboo post I have been wanting to make - about little things that bug us but that we never talk about - and also do some freelance work. I am down to one book on my shelf, Lambert's Cathars, which I will finish by tomorrow. I have a ton ordered, so I hope they come in soon.
I think it was spurred by kirstenclio's talk of moving. I dreamed my mother wanted to buy a new house. First, my sister and I were at the mall and I intentionally left some things outside the door that I did not want to haul into the store. It was much less a mall and more like a bizarre in a mall setting. Anyway, some incredibly bratty child kept taking my things and when I berrated her/him, the parents of the little beast freaked out at me. I became so fed up that I just retreated to the store and hauled with me as much as I could while my sister finished shopping. We were waiting for mother to pick us up so she could show us the house she picked.
When we finished, we went outside and I went to retrive my things, only to discover they were mostly gone and the child and parents were nowhere to be found. I think this may have been brought to mind by sidhe_devil's depiction of the toilet jerk this weekend, as I had a premonition that this beast had stowed my goods in a toilet somewhere. So much hate!
Anyway, I did not realize that I had some idea where the items may have been hidden until I was half way to the new house with my family and the relator, some blonde chick in a white suit. I promptly exited the vehicle and ran up and down some hills. I have no memory of whether or not I found the stuff, but I remember having some trouble finding the house, as I had agreed to meet my family there. I knew I was on the right street but could not pick it out, as I recalled there being a huge for sale sign in front of it before and now it was gone. I remember bouncing around all sorts of streets, many of which were complicated and seemed to turn in on themselves. Some were shadowy and other streets were wide open (see the disappearing houses across the street in a dream earlier this week).
The reason for it being gone was explained when my mother and sister found me. My mother appeared to have been crying, apparently because the house she wanted was sold earlier that morning. The relator told her it was still not a done deal, which cheered her a bit and she put a "reserve amount" down on the house, should the other buyer not come through.
And that's all I recall.
In other news, I debated all day yesterday if I want to get into the Gypsy Rom class starting this weekend. On one hand, I know I have to start dancing again. On the other hand, I was very not impressed with this school and there is a class that is one forth the price here on campus. It's a props class, which is something I want to do, but it could also be very beginner. I am unsure of the skill levels for either class, but paying 15 bucks for a private class on campus to accent my personal development is a good deal better than the 35 I would shell out to either catch up/get some benefit at the school in Akron. I am thinking I may do the six week on campus and also afford a swimming class to brush up on that skill too and still pay half of what the Gypsy class would cost. Also, the prospect of requiring a 50 dollar costume piece right away, though it is something I know I need to buy, does not thrill me. I really love the idea of Kashlimar, but it just seems to be less important at the moment.
If I do the 6 week here and feel all "brushed up", I will probably just make plans to go to Cleveland to dance. That's where the gypsy troupe is anyway. I think I would rather learn there. Doing the whole midwestern belly dance thing just doesn't grip me. I don't find flyaway housewife bleached blonde hair sexy, no matter what costume you could afford to buy.
School-wise, I have to track down a ton of articles today - seeing as I am charged with being the first sucker to lead discussion in Politics and Culture next Thursday. I already see my Monday afternoon next week as full of PoC. It's a two page paper about the article and leading discussion. Can you feel my enthusiasm? I have one class to TA today at 215PM and then I am off to catch up on some home chores and shop for my cats- you heard right. My cats. Only slightly more interesting than the bio anth class I have to take as part of my core curriculum for my Masters. It's one of those seminar-like classes where all the profs come in and show off what they know - and some of the more annoying grad students act out because they feel like they can in a class of peers. We cultural girls clustered in the center, with Drunk Eric off to one side with some girl who I don't know but who I would place in the category I defined above (read: annoying).
Right now, I am going to think about that taboo post I have been wanting to make - about little things that bug us but that we never talk about - and also do some freelance work. I am down to one book on my shelf, Lambert's Cathars, which I will finish by tomorrow. I have a ton ordered, so I hope they come in soon.