Update
I am living in State College, PA, sharing an apartment with my old friend Mera. I have a job lined up but it's not started yet. I like this town even though it is small. I miss my sister and my Morristown homeslices. But, Mera's friend and workout buddy Steph is cool, as is her partner Lisa. We had pizza and talking and laughs last night. So it's not like it's totally lonely here.
I still need a proper bed; a foldout couch is fine for emergency use but it's starting to mess up my back now, I think.
Bill White and Mendel Schmiedekamp are apparently local, so I'm seeing about getting some face time. It's good to meet up with the local design people.
So, I had some terrible dreams tonight. In one I had a jade necklace. For some reason, I was giving the necklace to this woman. It slipped from her hand, and landed on the marble steps we were ascending. It sat there for a moment, before it shattered. We glued it back together.
In another, my knife was bent. This terrible child came to our door asking for charity while I was trying to bang it back into shape with a tiny jeweller's hammer. As the dream went on, the knife kept taking on more warped, horrible shapes, and I became increasingly distressed.
In the third, I was driving a bus with Rory Gilmore and we nearly hit a truck. Then we went to school and Paris decided that she was going to start a gender war, because apparently elections for class president were coming up. The girls all hated Rory, but she was sure that the boys would all vote for her. Meanwhile, for some reason my mom had removed all the bookcases from my room and replaced them with desks. Wtf.
I still need a proper bed; a foldout couch is fine for emergency use but it's starting to mess up my back now, I think.
Bill White and Mendel Schmiedekamp are apparently local, so I'm seeing about getting some face time. It's good to meet up with the local design people.
So, I had some terrible dreams tonight. In one I had a jade necklace. For some reason, I was giving the necklace to this woman. It slipped from her hand, and landed on the marble steps we were ascending. It sat there for a moment, before it shattered. We glued it back together.
In another, my knife was bent. This terrible child came to our door asking for charity while I was trying to bang it back into shape with a tiny jeweller's hammer. As the dream went on, the knife kept taking on more warped, horrible shapes, and I became increasingly distressed.
In the third, I was driving a bus with Rory Gilmore and we nearly hit a truck. Then we went to school and Paris decided that she was going to start a gender war, because apparently elections for class president were coming up. The girls all hated Rory, but she was sure that the boys would all vote for her. Meanwhile, for some reason my mom had removed all the bookcases from my room and replaced them with desks. Wtf.