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feeling: hot
listening to: BIG, Puffy, Ma$e - Mo Money, Mo Problems
...because someone outside around the south oval was blaring that song as I was walking back from bio lecture just now. Yes. It is SUCH a perfect day today... warm, sunny, no clouds, no rain, not too humid, and juuuust enough wind to keep one sufficiently cool. If I had a bike, rollerblades, or a life of any sort, I'd be outside right now. The oval is absolutely packed with people tanning, reading, eating, playing frisbee, volleyball, catch, walking dogs, you name it... fitting for the first genuinely nice day of the year. And it's about freaking time. It's times like this when I almost, ALMOST, wish I had friends. (on campus, I mean. *long-distance-shnugs Dumpling-chan*) Only cause it's really hard to throw a frisbee to myself, not to mention it earns a lot of weird looks.
Ok, I had another one of my patented insane dreams last night. Summer break (the one that won't start for another 2 months) was ending, and I was moving back to campus for a new year. I was psyched because I would be living in my own room, a single, which I actually will be doing next year. ^^ *bounce* Anywho, so my mom (I don't remember if dad was there or not... bizarre in itself) was there with me, helping me lug my stuff around, weaving through move-in crowds, looking for my room with me. Now, in reality, I know exactyl where my room will be next year because it's in the same dorm I've lived in for 2 years. All the floors are the same. But in my dream, my floor was different - instead of one long, straight hallway, it had lots of branches and other hallways. and we couldn't find my room, for some reason. Well, we found the door with the number on it, but my nametag, which the residential advisors (RA's) make up and put on doors before move-in day (in both reality and my dream), was not on the door. All the other doors had nametags, mine did not. And it was locked tight. So me and mom searched around for possibly hours - I remember it was getting a bit dark - when we found a sign on the wall listing all the rooms on this floor which were temporarily closed for whatever reason. My room was listed. Because of a gas leak or something. *shrug* So we found my RA and asked him (him?) where I was supposed to live, and he directed me to a double in which two girls who appeared to be Japanese (or nuns with Asian accents, I couldn't tell), identical, and both named Juno, resided. Said I'd stay there for a couple weeks. This made no sense to me... it was a cramped double, but there were several other singles and a couple ridiculously roomy doubles on the floor which could've much more easily housed me and the other temporarily roomless girls. But, I met my temporary roommates - they didn't seem thrilled with my intrusion in their space, and they seemed to know each other well - dropped off my stuff, and went out to walk around the halls some more. Found a window at the end of one hall, with a sign next to it saying something about the reason the campus moved to this location this year was so that students could see right out their dorm windows the construction going on in the surrouding city. Guess where the campus had moved to?
Japan.
now listening to: Nanase Aikawa - Seven Seas
Don't ask me how. But I kinda wish it really would, actually... Anyway, so I stood there looking out the window for some time looking at the changing landscape of whatever Japanese city we were near to. It really was pretty. Then mom dragged me away. I forget why. Then I think I woke up. Oh, and another part of that dream: somehow, in the middle of it, I had been transported to the apartment where Willard, Paul (two guys here on campus that I know), and a couple of their friends were living. Large apartment, really, with a large basement that served as a rec room/loungey-type space. And Paul was deaf. o_O Must suck, since he's such a music guy in reality... um, also at one point, I somehow found myself inside one of those ridiculously roomy doubles I mentioned earlier. While searching for my room, I guess. But no... this double was, I kid you not, about 3 times as big as my living room at home. I assume you, dear reader, can understand that relation, since I doubt anyone reading this has never been in my home. :P It had a floor model TV, carpet, something like 4 big ol' closets, and more empty floor space in the middle than I've EVER seen in one room in my life, barring gymnasiums and such. And it was a DORM room, housing like, 4-6 people and "strewn" with their move-in day luggage and such. Insane.
now listening to: Ayumi Hamasaki - Evolution
Anyway, there you go. Another no-sense-making dream for yours truly. Although I left out the part where my temporary roommates shut me out of the room and turned into cats... I won't mention all details of that, cause it was just wrong :P, but I will say that at one point one of them pulled a huge bone out of the other one. I shan't say from where. But... a BONE. That must've been a side effect of my recent obsession with Chicken Bone. X3
now listening to: Cowboy Bebop - Chicken Bone
Ah, this song contains some of the funniest music-contained Engrish I've ever heard. For instance: "I left my head over the chicken bone", "it is good for your healthy life", and "from this spot and all my heart is chicken bone". wahahaaa *wheeze*
You know... on my way back here from bio lecture a little bit ago, I was actually planning to post a preachy blog. I never get to preach anymore... got a lot of it pent-up. :P I used to, back when I was still blind enough to believe there might actually be someone who'd believe, agree, or just NOT shoot it straight down. Just a couple months ago I finally got tired of hearing "You're wrong, everything you've ever believed in your life is wrong, what I say is right, and YOU need to keep an open mind to all beliefs like the rest of us, and don't you tell ME that I need to open MY mind because my mind IS open, you're just WRONG." The world is a hypocrite. Sooo, yes. I have learned that no one cares what I have to say, and no matter what I say and how, it will either be ignored, laughed at, or perpetually slammed against the wall. So forget that. You are spared from my little sermon. Dismissed. Now go outside and enjoy the beautiful weather with your friends, like I'm not about to do.
now listening to: Tenchi Muyo - Denpa no Unabara
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 4/11/2002 03:55:00 PM
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