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8 March 1999
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dreams:
i was on some large, futuristic college campus. i had left a theatre, but was headed back because i left some books there. i ran into molly, who i had a big crush on my freshman year of high school. she was apparently in a bad relationship, and for some reason wanted to talk to me about it. so we took a walk. i don't remember actually talking about much of anything, but at one point we saw a guy getting on a motorcycle and he was either the guy she was involved with or a friend of his, so we hid behind a well-manicured hedge.
later i was in my apartment, but it was not at all like my real apartment. there was a narrow hall that opened into a kitchen, and then had three doors at the end, into a bathroom and two bedrooms. and then there was this whole part of the apartment that we didn't use. there was another bathroom and kitchen, a living room, a study, and it was all furnished. there were a lot of old books in a bookshelf that i was looking through. and as an added bit of strangeness, the part we didn't use seemed to open out to a porch and front lawn and such, but the part that we did use had a door out to an apartment building stairwell.
so my guitar midterm could have gone a little better. it wasn't bad, i know a bunch of chords, i can read and play rhythms, i can sorta pick out melodies, with a lot of practise, but i have a hard time putting it together.
and i feel really lousy tonight. as always, i haven't been eating terribly well. that's something that will prolly be a little better if i'm at risd in the fall and on a meal plan (assuming there's enough vegan options, but at an art school, i'd suspect so). and also i'm feeling rather allergic to something, molds i think. austin is not the best city for people with allergies.
i was on some large, futuristic college campus. i had left a theatre, but was headed back because i left some books there. i ran into molly, who i had a big crush on my freshman year of high school. she was apparently in a bad relationship, and for some reason wanted to talk to me about it. so we took a walk. i don't remember actually talking about much of anything, but at one point we saw a guy getting on a motorcycle and he was either the guy she was involved with or a friend of his, so we hid behind a well-manicured hedge.
later i was in my apartment, but it was not at all like my real apartment. there was a narrow hall that opened into a kitchen, and then had three doors at the end, into a bathroom and two bedrooms. and then there was this whole part of the apartment that we didn't use. there was another bathroom and kitchen, a living room, a study, and it was all furnished. there were a lot of old books in a bookshelf that i was looking through. and as an added bit of strangeness, the part we didn't use seemed to open out to a porch and front lawn and such, but the part that we did use had a door out to an apartment building stairwell.
so my guitar midterm could have gone a little better. it wasn't bad, i know a bunch of chords, i can read and play rhythms, i can sorta pick out melodies, with a lot of practise, but i have a hard time putting it together.
and i feel really lousy tonight. as always, i haven't been eating terribly well. that's something that will prolly be a little better if i'm at risd in the fall and on a meal plan (assuming there's enough vegan options, but at an art school, i'd suspect so). and also i'm feeling rather allergic to something, molds i think. austin is not the best city for people with allergies.