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feeling: annoyed, sticky, and slightly headachy
listening to: Evangelion opening theme, Cruel Angel's Thesis, Megumi Hayashibara's very cool version
My day had an interesting start. First off I had one of those odd dreams last night... in some ways it made no sense, but in other ways it was very true to life. I only remember the last half of it though... me and my family were at one of the family cookouts we have so often at my dads' parents' place... Dumplin' and her family were there, Gaki and her dad were there, etc. The setup of the property and everything was pretty real-like, from the cars in the driveway to the garage to the trees in the backyard. The two biggest differences I recall were 1) there was a really old, out-of-commission car sitting in the backyard, half-overgrown with weeds and such, and 2) we had pizza for dinner. Granny's, I believe. Anyway, first thing I remember was going out to that old car with Dumpling, and we were both carrying plates buried in pizza... and of course Gaki was following us (me, specifically). So we got to the car... Dumplin' got in the front driver's side, and I went to get in the passenger seat, and then I remembered there was something else I'd wanted to bring out but forgot (a drink, probably)... so I started to get up to go get it, but then I saw Gaki standing there with her pizza and beverage, watching me with this anticipatory grin on her face. Waiting for me to vacate my seat in the car so she could take it. So instead I elected not to move, and pulled the car door shut. After waiting a little longer, Gaki finally huffed, shook her head, and stalked off to sit somewhere else. This bugged me, so opened the car door and loudly told her off, and she didn't respond, so I shut the door again and continued eating and chatting with Dumplin'.
Next thing I know, there's this smallish woman with lots of makeup and dark, dark auburn hair standing outside the car, looking in at us (me, specifically), with this smug look on her face. I get curious and roll down the window, and she says something to the effect of "You guys are having a nice little family dinner thing here, right?" We say yeah. She proudly says "Well, it's over. Get out of that car NOW." I give her a look as if she'd just grown a second head, and ask why we should do so. She says in response that my dad, back at the garage, has just been... well, she worded it differently, but... drafted. And she cackles, obviously very proud of herself. I say "WHAT?!" and bolt out of the car toward the garage, where most everyone else eats at those cookouts. Standing there, juuuust outside the open garage door on the right, is my dad, wearing these weird starched pants and a... bright yellow shirt... and standing at ease (think "At ease, men!"). Reality hits me that he's really going off to serve Dubya and this stupid country during a time when there just happens to be a big ol' "holy war" going on. So I run to him, hug him, ask him if he's really going, ask him why a few dozen times, get all teary... as all the while the weird woman is standing just outside yelling at us to break it up... and then I wake up. And when I woke up I realized my breath was shuddering and I was sniffling. Only for a minute though, till I got my bearings and realized where I was. Then I went back to sleep... and the dream continued.
Now, everyone (me, my parents, grandparents, Dumplin' and parents, Gaki and her dad) is inside the garage, in sort of a semicircle, all facing outside where the woman is standing next to her armored car looking very irritated and somewhat psychotic. I'm next to my dad, clutching his arm, and my mom's between us and slightly behind. Outside, the woman is going on about how [something] isn't the only thing her car's armored with. I look at it... and sure enough, every square inch of the thing is concealed by white and blue tanks full of cyanide. Growing more and more psychotic, she grabs one and threatens us with it, while my dad just sorta tells her calmly to, in so many words, bring it on. So she starts unloading tank after tank of gaseous cyanide into the garage, cackling and huge-eyed... and we just... stand there. At first I'm holding my breath, but after a while I see that no one else is, and they seem fine... and mom asks me if I can smell it too, or something. So finally I slowly start to breathe normally. Can't smell anything, nothing happens.
Unfortunately, at that moment I woke up. Even more unfortunately, the moment I woke up was exactly 8:10. Twenty minutes before my first class was to start. Freaking alarm didn't go off. So I put my contacts in, throw on some clothes, and bolt to class... and I'm still not even sure if I got there on time. I know I was in the builing a few minutes before 8:30, but between that and sitting in class for a few minutes, I never did hear a bell ring... sensei darn well better not have counted me as tardy. -_-
On another note, my philosophy class needs to DIE. Every single thing I've "learned" from the online assignments, thus far, has contradicted itself at least once in the chapter exercises and quizzes. EVERYthing. It's also one of those classes that takes something incredibly simple, like flipping a lightswitch, and makes it as ridiculously complex and difficult as possible. I'll be lucky to get a C in this class. Lovely for us honors students.
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 10/03/2002 09:20:00 PM
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