today turned out to be WAY more awesome than i originally thought it would be. i woke up under scott's wonderfully comfortable blanket to the sounds of rain (even the annoying contstant dripping gutter noise wasn't that bad), two of my classes were canceled, i skipped out on work for an hour to eat delicious blueberry pancakes and coffee made by my love, in my physical anth lab my monkey group came out 2nd in the food bidding war with 27 monkey babies (haha), i sold about $1300 worth of ads in a 15 minute meeting, and my dad randomly came into town and took me out for mexican food at herbert's. mmm. it's our spot. he always gets menuedo and i always get enchiladas verde and then we talk about life and give eachother advice. it's nice.
today i NEED to clean my room. i need need to. it's really not too bad, but i can't ever seem to keep my goddamn clothes in the closet. i want to do it before tomorrow because i have to be up at strahan for "bobcat build" at 7:30 in the morning to do a 5 hour community service project with some of the newspaper crew (and 2,600 other students). exciting...
i really feel like watching some stanley kubrick today. the weather is perfect.
last night i some fucking weird dreams, as usual. this one was actually pretty tame in comparison to the norm.
the only parts i really remember are as follows: on some riverbank with a bunch of other people. mi padre was there too. we were standing on a rock and there was a young girl there with a baby she had been letting drown. it was all purple and blue and bloated but it really seemed more like a doll than a human. this was the 2nd time she was in my dream last night letting her baby die, but i don't remember what happened the 1st time. switch settings. then i was trying to fingerpaint "protect" - i think - with this red paint (i think it was pomegranite juice/seeds) from a little glass jar on the wall of this weird family's living room. the wall was like paper mached newspapers and magazine clippings which made it incredibly hard to write for some reason. switch settings. then caroline and scott and i were driving through this huge apartment complex lined with beautiful orange and red maple trees. it was the apartments caroline and i are going to live in... but not... and we circled around to this country road and there was a little white steepled church, but it was stretching into the sky. it was on a different plane. likeonly the little driveway and chruch were jutting up and out into the clear blue sky at a 60 degree angle. it looked so surreal in my dream. i remember thinking "yeah, this is definitely a dream, i'll have to remember the way this looks". then some other things happened but they're way too blurry to really recall. odd
weekend!
ohhh. ps. charlotte gainsbourg is soooo adorable
today i NEED to clean my room. i need need to. it's really not too bad, but i can't ever seem to keep my goddamn clothes in the closet. i want to do it before tomorrow because i have to be up at strahan for "bobcat build" at 7:30 in the morning to do a 5 hour community service project with some of the newspaper crew (and 2,600 other students). exciting...
i really feel like watching some stanley kubrick today. the weather is perfect.
last night i some fucking weird dreams, as usual. this one was actually pretty tame in comparison to the norm.
the only parts i really remember are as follows: on some riverbank with a bunch of other people. mi padre was there too. we were standing on a rock and there was a young girl there with a baby she had been letting drown. it was all purple and blue and bloated but it really seemed more like a doll than a human. this was the 2nd time she was in my dream last night letting her baby die, but i don't remember what happened the 1st time. switch settings. then i was trying to fingerpaint "protect" - i think - with this red paint (i think it was pomegranite juice/seeds) from a little glass jar on the wall of this weird family's living room. the wall was like paper mached newspapers and magazine clippings which made it incredibly hard to write for some reason. switch settings. then caroline and scott and i were driving through this huge apartment complex lined with beautiful orange and red maple trees. it was the apartments caroline and i are going to live in... but not... and we circled around to this country road and there was a little white steepled church, but it was stretching into the sky. it was on a different plane. likeonly the little driveway and chruch were jutting up and out into the clear blue sky at a 60 degree angle. it looked so surreal in my dream. i remember thinking "yeah, this is definitely a dream, i'll have to remember the way this looks". then some other things happened but they're way too blurry to really recall. odd
weekend!
ohhh. ps. charlotte gainsbourg is soooo adorable
martes:
oh fuck yes.