BORED...
Okay, so I am here in my new office and I am BORED out of my mind. Supposed to be waiting for students to come pick up their finals, but of course, nobody has come. Last night, Netty and I went out to the Midnight Madness thing on Grand River for the incoming freshmen. I could not believe (or rather, did not WANT to believe) how simultaneously young and slutty they all looked. I mean...I know that most of them are legally of age...but still, is it necessary to let everything hang out while you're walking down grand river...I guess they just want to start the year off "right."
I am counting down the minutes until I can leave...17 to go, which is not bad, I suppose. Then I am going home, eating a sandwich, taking a nap...all of the fun things I really wanted to do when I got up this morning.
I had this dream last night that was really a variation on a dream I've had ever since we moved to Dexter. It's based on a real-life event: When I was about eleven and we had only lived in our Dexter house for about a year, my dad started talking about moving to Minnesota or someplace like it. I was just starting to get used to Dexter (although I still had very few friends) but I did NOT want to leave Michigan and I did NOT want to leave our new house. Since that happened, I've had many dreams about my family living elsewhere and coming back to our "old house" (the Dexter house) to visit...and I basically pitch a fit, pleading with my parents to let us move back to Dexter. I tell them how much I miss our Dexter house, how nothing is the same without it...how our new place is terrible...and they still won't give in. It's really very disturbing to me in the dream and when I wake up and realize that my parents still live in that house, I feel infinitely relieved and yet I still feel quite unsettled somehow...It did not help that my sister (who is now 12.5) was about two in the dream...and utterly helpless...
Can I leave yet?? No, I still have eleven minutes. Of course, no one will notice if I sneak off a few minutes early, but I do feel as if I should stay, given that I totally skipped it yesterday. Maybe I will leave now and go get my override signed by Julie so I can get my classes squared away...
I am counting down the minutes until I can leave...17 to go, which is not bad, I suppose. Then I am going home, eating a sandwich, taking a nap...all of the fun things I really wanted to do when I got up this morning.
I had this dream last night that was really a variation on a dream I've had ever since we moved to Dexter. It's based on a real-life event: When I was about eleven and we had only lived in our Dexter house for about a year, my dad started talking about moving to Minnesota or someplace like it. I was just starting to get used to Dexter (although I still had very few friends) but I did NOT want to leave Michigan and I did NOT want to leave our new house. Since that happened, I've had many dreams about my family living elsewhere and coming back to our "old house" (the Dexter house) to visit...and I basically pitch a fit, pleading with my parents to let us move back to Dexter. I tell them how much I miss our Dexter house, how nothing is the same without it...how our new place is terrible...and they still won't give in. It's really very disturbing to me in the dream and when I wake up and realize that my parents still live in that house, I feel infinitely relieved and yet I still feel quite unsettled somehow...It did not help that my sister (who is now 12.5) was about two in the dream...and utterly helpless...
Can I leave yet?? No, I still have eleven minutes. Of course, no one will notice if I sneak off a few minutes early, but I do feel as if I should stay, given that I totally skipped it yesterday. Maybe I will leave now and go get my override signed by Julie so I can get my classes squared away...