Dream
It's my birthday, I'm going to school and I'm all alone and sad because everyone forgot. On the way walking to italian class two french people give me bouquets of flowers saying something in a very snide "take these, they are ugly anyway" kinda way. I get to class (which is held in a garage by the Charles river and no one is there. I have to chase around these little spanish kids until they say the word "improvement" which when I type in my phone somehow it is a Boston U phone number "1-617-325...." I go to the place that the phone number belongs and Lily Tomlin is there. She mines out the plot of Herby the Love bug, a movie I have never seen, and I stand there pretending to clean a dirty car and about how I'm probably being punished for failing my italian midterm. I wake up feeling like shit.