Another week's reprieve!
On thursday, I think, I realized it was like, the 8th and not the 15th. . . which rocked alot. I go back to class on approximately the 20th. SO basically 2/3 of this month is all mine to slack off horribly. I can't change that, so I should stop whining about it.
My most constructive acts for the month so far are doing all my laundry + packing up the warm-weather clothes, and beating Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask. And now I'm reading Stephen King's "Dream Catcher" because I got it for x-mas and it's GOOD. And I liked the movie too, YEAH.
In other news, my gluttonous sleep continues :) wake up time ranges from noon tilll 2:30. Dave even attempted to wake me up earlier with the smells of breakfast. . .I did wake up then but I figured if it was for me, he'd wake me up , so I missed the point of him opening the door and wafting in the smells--I missed it completely. But it was ok, I had a dream that I travelled back in time to highschool--for the first time it was a good thing. I looked just like highschool me, and I wasn't really in class.
My mission was to talk to my best friend Angela--who in real life I haven't seen for YEARS. It was like I hopped into my highschool self and tried to send a message to Angela. It seemed to constitute "This is Amber, but I'm from 2004. I'm 22 now." and then I tried to let her know what a good friend she was and how I didn't want to lose her like I already did.
It's pretty sad. One of those dreams that you wake up feeling profound. I felt like maybe, just maybe I really did go back and time and Angela will call today. Dreams like that, the ones that feel real, are WEIRD.
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