sooo much to do. i have an exam tomorrow that i haven't studied for or read up on...
i should call the phone company for being bitches too, again. this morning, i was already frustrated at having to wake up at all, and then the internet didn't work. we had taken out the dial up modem, so i couldn't even use that. if i can't check my email in the morning, it makes me furious. it's working now, but they've got other issues and it's time to kick some ass.
i had meant to get a lot done yesterday, but instead i met a friend who was visiting town... and i'm glad i procrastinated, because it was lots of fun.
i wrote my dream down right away this morning, and so i remembered almost all of it... most of it is pretty random and inconsequential, having to do with my dad getting stoned and bottles growing in trees... but here's an excerpt from the last part.
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A few floors up, in the side of the parking garage, is a small impish man making something like cotton candy. Its night. Only instead of cotton candy it looks like insulation... orange and thready. You can watch him make it while you wait behind glass. But this thing that he makes is not for eating, and its specialized to every person that comes to buy it. I watch person after person order it, and then take it and leave the building. They clutch it lovingly to their chests, until they get to ground level outside. Then, a terror stricken look crosses their face, and they die. And the little man comes out after them and collects the orange spun item and brings it back, giggling under his breath.
But I watch one woman leave, and she doesnt die. The little man runs out after her and says Give it back! She says No! I love it. I paid for it! I want to keep it! The little man is angered to no end. He curses her and doesnt know what to do.
Then I realize what has been going on... this spun thing is a one of a kind item that plays on your greatest fears. For a moment you love it, and then, it shows you your worst nightmares. Youre so scared, you die. And then the man recollects the item and brings it back to be sold again (he has actually not made a new item every time, but reused the same one). He sees this as a good business venture because his product can always be reusedfear and death always bring it back.
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someone, PLEASE recommend some good music for me to download. i don't care what genre it's in, as long as it's good. good good good. as well as a good downloading program. limewire's search is sucking, and soulseek wants me to pay for it. help?
i should call the phone company for being bitches too, again. this morning, i was already frustrated at having to wake up at all, and then the internet didn't work. we had taken out the dial up modem, so i couldn't even use that. if i can't check my email in the morning, it makes me furious. it's working now, but they've got other issues and it's time to kick some ass.
i had meant to get a lot done yesterday, but instead i met a friend who was visiting town... and i'm glad i procrastinated, because it was lots of fun.
i wrote my dream down right away this morning, and so i remembered almost all of it... most of it is pretty random and inconsequential, having to do with my dad getting stoned and bottles growing in trees... but here's an excerpt from the last part.
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A few floors up, in the side of the parking garage, is a small impish man making something like cotton candy. Its night. Only instead of cotton candy it looks like insulation... orange and thready. You can watch him make it while you wait behind glass. But this thing that he makes is not for eating, and its specialized to every person that comes to buy it. I watch person after person order it, and then take it and leave the building. They clutch it lovingly to their chests, until they get to ground level outside. Then, a terror stricken look crosses their face, and they die. And the little man comes out after them and collects the orange spun item and brings it back, giggling under his breath.
But I watch one woman leave, and she doesnt die. The little man runs out after her and says Give it back! She says No! I love it. I paid for it! I want to keep it! The little man is angered to no end. He curses her and doesnt know what to do.
Then I realize what has been going on... this spun thing is a one of a kind item that plays on your greatest fears. For a moment you love it, and then, it shows you your worst nightmares. Youre so scared, you die. And then the man recollects the item and brings it back to be sold again (he has actually not made a new item every time, but reused the same one). He sees this as a good business venture because his product can always be reusedfear and death always bring it back.
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someone, PLEASE recommend some good music for me to download. i don't care what genre it's in, as long as it's good. good good good. as well as a good downloading program. limewire's search is sucking, and soulseek wants me to pay for it. help?
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Where did Astrid go?
KI
can i walk around in your dreams?
music - anything and everything by Hayden. he's a canadian boy and i just adore him. it's softer/mellow stuff.