Polaris
So, Spencer has lowered his level in my book EVEN FURTHER by not showing up to cook tonight. He's gone from "tepidly welcome" to "DOUCHEBAG MCGEE."
In either case.
This awesome guy named Polaris who's been crashing at Helios for the last few nights saved the fuckin' day, and we made a BAD ASS spaghetti meal. No seriously. It was BAD ASS. And so is Polaris! Apparently he's been to burning man 4 times and went to Flipside last year and knows Frankenmare pretty well. I was like, "oh sweet! We know all of the same people!"
So now I'm stuffed full of spaghetti, and I have to walk to French House soon for a meeting. Which is alright. I need to do this. Then after that is Walmart. BLECH.
But it's all good. I feel less stressed out. I have Friday off to do whatever I want, and my money situation is a lot better than it was, thanks to my mom giving me $40 that I've only spent $6.00 of in one place since Monday.
Plus I'm finally used to my diet and it's going really well. Yay.
Last night I had a dream that I found my dream apartment. It was a beautiful view of everything. The 360 bridge, green hills and mountains, and a rock concert always playing off to the left, plus it was over the ocean. My psyciatrist was there, my dentist was there, my doctor was there. My family were there too. It was so vast though... never ending but so small all at the same time. The end of the dream was me sitting down to talk to the leasing agent about getting a room there at the "Gaywood apartments" which was also called "french house" but it had a layout of the 21st street coop and such. The rent for a 2 bed or 3 bed was under four hundred dollars.
As I type it out, it seems that the dream was a representation of all the things that're in my mind. That my mind is really beautiful, and cheap to live in. I mean... it was BEAUTIFUL. Bright lime green landscape (my favorite color at the moment), with pink sunsets and big oceans with big waves. Beautiful architecture... secluded, but hundreds of people lived in this space. Everyone was so close but I could be by myself if I needed.
It was as if I were in heaven for a brief fleeting moment. If that's what heaven is... I want it. It was also the first time that I seemed to be going after what I wanted inside of a dream. It seems what I want is my mind and my life. I like that.
In either case.
This awesome guy named Polaris who's been crashing at Helios for the last few nights saved the fuckin' day, and we made a BAD ASS spaghetti meal. No seriously. It was BAD ASS. And so is Polaris! Apparently he's been to burning man 4 times and went to Flipside last year and knows Frankenmare pretty well. I was like, "oh sweet! We know all of the same people!"
So now I'm stuffed full of spaghetti, and I have to walk to French House soon for a meeting. Which is alright. I need to do this. Then after that is Walmart. BLECH.
But it's all good. I feel less stressed out. I have Friday off to do whatever I want, and my money situation is a lot better than it was, thanks to my mom giving me $40 that I've only spent $6.00 of in one place since Monday.
Plus I'm finally used to my diet and it's going really well. Yay.
Last night I had a dream that I found my dream apartment. It was a beautiful view of everything. The 360 bridge, green hills and mountains, and a rock concert always playing off to the left, plus it was over the ocean. My psyciatrist was there, my dentist was there, my doctor was there. My family were there too. It was so vast though... never ending but so small all at the same time. The end of the dream was me sitting down to talk to the leasing agent about getting a room there at the "Gaywood apartments" which was also called "french house" but it had a layout of the 21st street coop and such. The rent for a 2 bed or 3 bed was under four hundred dollars.
As I type it out, it seems that the dream was a representation of all the things that're in my mind. That my mind is really beautiful, and cheap to live in. I mean... it was BEAUTIFUL. Bright lime green landscape (my favorite color at the moment), with pink sunsets and big oceans with big waves. Beautiful architecture... secluded, but hundreds of people lived in this space. Everyone was so close but I could be by myself if I needed.
It was as if I were in heaven for a brief fleeting moment. If that's what heaven is... I want it. It was also the first time that I seemed to be going after what I wanted inside of a dream. It seems what I want is my mind and my life. I like that.