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with your feet on the air and your head on the ground
irst things first... my dream last night
there is no possible way that i can fully recreate it, but there are plenty of images/scenes that i am still able to call to mind.
ok, in no particular order: tara was going out with john's gay friend peter, they both smoked. jen woresham was going out with another of john's gay friends. a bunch of people went to a basketball game in a high school except the gym was more like a college game. and there were all these empty seats but they were for the home team, which we were not rooting for and yet they offered a much better view, i pioneered a trip to those seats. elsewhere, there was lex and adam and we were sitting in a diner. somehow, brenda's mother figured in, we saw each other and did the european kiss on the cheek greeting. before the basketball game, we were in a hotel which was actually brenda and tara's room and there were ants all over the place, especially on tara's bed and i considered this some sort of triumph since 830 has been overrun with nats lately. another time i was at my house for some family meal and there was a cute little baby there and i played with her and asked her her name and it was elsie then later verdi came in and said "if your name is elsie then you are my daughter" and it was beautiful and i cried since he just met his daughter for the first time. also, my back hurt so much and i wanted a massage so badly but any time anyone touched me it hurt even worse. so after a while i just started telling people to touch my back to feel how bad it was and it killed me. and this and a million other things i'm sure i'm forgetting.
also, last night i was infused with one of those big helpings of feeling bad for myself and almost got up out of bed to write soething. i wanted to write that i'm such an awesome person and no one really knows the full extent of it, except maybe for two people... two people if i'm lucky,. and basically, last night i was just pissed off that people couldn't see this. whatever. then today i saw my reflection and got super pissed off because i'm a tall lanky ugly fuck and i'd rather not be. i wish i was someone that people were just attracted to. oh well, such is life.
i woke up today and went to the library, watched some movies, saw the chorale sing, watched more stuff, went to rehearsal. also, my last bostonians rehearsal ever, and it really didn't hit me... guess it won't until tomorrow. also, tomorrow, final show... shit
after rehearsal i came home and played poker. ususal crowd, and at 4:30 i emerged alone with mancini, with $30 dollars in my pocket where there had previously been none. i had to borrow the intial buy in from tony, but was able to pay it off and still walk off with $30... go me
also, hillary (aka luke's girlfriend) was nice enough to move my laundry from washer to dryer. however, just my fucking luck, she put the clothes in the one dryer that i've had problems with this year so that when i went to pick it up my clothes were hopelessly wet. and then i almost forgot about them, but i didn't, because i'm a goddam elephant.
i hope katie's RA people didn't screw her over and that we can have the party there tomorrow or else we are in some trouble.
i suppose that's about it. i may go clothes shopping tomorrow for tomorrow night, we'll see about that. right now the main priority is to go to bed and to sleep for a while.
also, i'm really digging this cowboy hat.
hohum. la la la.
i need to go over my damn senior song tomorrow. and find clothes. and maybe even see my parents. jesus. busy week, eh?