I Need To Do Some Dishes
Yesterday night while falling asleep (the process took a while, and by the time I was finished trying to fall asleep it was technically this morning) I had a great Idea for the trombone shirt. I am thinking about working on it when I come home from class in two hours to see if it looks as great as I imagined it when I actually start to put it together. Also, I am totally ready for my Russian lecture this morning, but I wish I had some coffee. It isn't early at all - especially in comparison with last year, but I still like drinking a hot beverage in class. It somehow makes me more interested. Whether that's the caffeine or the simply the comfort I have no clue.
Another thing happened yesterday night and I think at least one person will understand my frustration. I dreamt about stuff and a lot of it involved the trombone section. OY. I can't get AWAY from those guys. I don't think about them as much during the day as I seem to dream about them at night, so MAN oh man is it strange. In this dream there was some sort of wedding reception that the Pride was playing at (which in itself is pretty strange) and it was outside in a huge backyard that stretched for acres. It was raining heavily and for some reason we were in a car driving around and all of a sudden we lost control of it. The car started doing things on its own and they all got out without a hitch except me. When Buddy and Matt finally pulled me out the car started racing at me with intent to ram into me or run me over, and I was scared. I ran to Sam and he seemed concerned but didn't do anything and was busy with something else. So, I ran to Matt and he was the same way. Then I tried to find Buddy and when I explained the situation to him he looked at me and said "why are you doing this to me?"
That threw me off because that's what I remember him saying right before I fainted in the lobby of Manzi-Mo late last fall. I was trying to run after him so that he could help me find a place to hide but he didn't believe that I was really in trouble, so I just followed him around hoping that he would see the car. Some time later we started performing the show and I saw an old Kappa Kappa Psi alum who was my Algebra II teacher in high school. I just remember him being there, he didn't say anything.
I don't want to dream about the trombones anymore. I have to go to class.
Another thing happened yesterday night and I think at least one person will understand my frustration. I dreamt about stuff and a lot of it involved the trombone section. OY. I can't get AWAY from those guys. I don't think about them as much during the day as I seem to dream about them at night, so MAN oh man is it strange. In this dream there was some sort of wedding reception that the Pride was playing at (which in itself is pretty strange) and it was outside in a huge backyard that stretched for acres. It was raining heavily and for some reason we were in a car driving around and all of a sudden we lost control of it. The car started doing things on its own and they all got out without a hitch except me. When Buddy and Matt finally pulled me out the car started racing at me with intent to ram into me or run me over, and I was scared. I ran to Sam and he seemed concerned but didn't do anything and was busy with something else. So, I ran to Matt and he was the same way. Then I tried to find Buddy and when I explained the situation to him he looked at me and said "why are you doing this to me?"
That threw me off because that's what I remember him saying right before I fainted in the lobby of Manzi-Mo late last fall. I was trying to run after him so that he could help me find a place to hide but he didn't believe that I was really in trouble, so I just followed him around hoping that he would see the car. Some time later we started performing the show and I saw an old Kappa Kappa Psi alum who was my Algebra II teacher in high school. I just remember him being there, he didn't say anything.
I don't want to dream about the trombones anymore. I have to go to class.