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i had a ridiculous dream last night. i was a six year old boy with super intelligence and psychic powers. it was insane. i was being kept in a warehouse with about 100 other smart little kids and we were all being held captive, and had our entire lives, and had to wear these helmets with cables that went up to the cieling that harnised our intellectual abilities which the guards (there were four of them) were using for evil. us kids would send ideas back and forth like passing notes by concentrating them in our hands and throwing them at each other. they appeared as small white sparkly comets. i escaped, having learned of the evil doing (they were also doing unnamed horrible things to the little kids) and set out to get the whole thing out into the open, let the public know or something, and they were chasing me trying to catch me. i could fly like swimming through the air and ended up winning, using my super-child powers for good.
in other notes, i talked to a cute boy in bookend tonight. that was cool. his name is david and he plays classical guitar. i also ate dinner with my parents tonight, which was nice, and last night i watched waking life for a philosophy class and really enjoyed it. i think that's what prompted the wierd dream. i scored some way good food since my mom was here (we went to target :)) like redvines, etc. yum.
my new classes rock. i love them, now that i am out of latin. goooooood stuff. its a whole lot of writing and reading, which i am totally down for. and its interesting. i am taking:
intro to philosophy
fiction workshop
QRMS (the only class i dont like, math)
journalism critical writing
word to my classes (whatever that means). im done so early everday that its wierd. i drank like four cups of coffee today, and another four of tea. goodness.
at target i saw pajamas with lawn gnomes on them.
in other notes, i talked to a cute boy in bookend tonight. that was cool. his name is david and he plays classical guitar. i also ate dinner with my parents tonight, which was nice, and last night i watched waking life for a philosophy class and really enjoyed it. i think that's what prompted the wierd dream. i scored some way good food since my mom was here (we went to target :)) like redvines, etc. yum.
my new classes rock. i love them, now that i am out of latin. goooooood stuff. its a whole lot of writing and reading, which i am totally down for. and its interesting. i am taking:
intro to philosophy
fiction workshop
QRMS (the only class i dont like, math)
journalism critical writing
word to my classes (whatever that means). im done so early everday that its wierd. i drank like four cups of coffee today, and another four of tea. goodness.
at target i saw pajamas with lawn gnomes on them.