I’ve been having lots of strange dreams lately. I’ve had both of them during naps, and I skipped my American Literature class Tuesday in favor of taking a nap, and I’m glad I did. Was totally worth it.
Dream #1: This had to do with Pool Kitty, a young stray kitty that’s been loitering about Tower Park. Well, in my dream I finally caught Pool Kitty. My family (we were all living here for some reason) didn’t have a problem, and neither did Mogget or Coltrane. Then, I had some sort of weird rash all over my arms, so my dad took me to the pharmacy to get medicine and while we were waiting, the pharmacists came out and were like, “It’s your birthday tomorrow, you get ice cream!” So, they gave us ice cream. In a pharmacy. That medicine or ice cream didn’t cure my evil rash, so I said goodbye to my family and the kitties and headed to the hospital, and I ran into Tiffany there. We were both searching for the front desk, but we kept turning up in the same empty lobby no matter which door we went through. We finally got disgusted, and I suggested going to St. Joseph’s because they were awesome during my appendectomy. In the parking garage looking for her car, we couldn’t find it, and the dream ends there.
Dream #2: I was back home at my parent’s house for this one, and I needed to get to my History of England class because I thought we were going to be having the unannounced test that day. My brother Ben and I hop onto our bikes, go a little ways down the county road and there’s a terrible flood. We stand there for awhile, and I’m freaking out because I won’t be able to ride my bike through the flood and make it to class, and I didn’t think that my prof would believe me. My brother and I head back home, and there’s some sort of football game between Old Navy sweaters going on in the front lawn. Just the sweaters, no people in them. Playing football against each other. The end.
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I turned 21 yesterday, and since I’m not really interested in alcohol nearly as much as others my age, it was a pretty uneventful birthday. I did go out to dinner with Karen, and she bought me a drink. It tasted lovely even though the guy put way too much liquor in it, and I got to experience ordering booze at a restaurant. I was left with a terrible headache later, so I’m thinking that maybe my body is trying to tell me to stay away from alcohol. Tonight my friend Meghan and I are doing a small dinner at Olive Garden (her 21st was today!) and I may or may not order a drink. We’ll see.
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I feel proud of myself: I got a 98 on my anthropology test, which was the highest score in the class, and that was without a curve. Boo-yah.
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Tonight I get to see Kit, and tomorrow the Decemberists! Excited!!








