what follows is a completely pointless recounting of a dream i actually remember for once. very odd, but people with odd senses of humor may find it amusing. or maybe you can try to analyze it for me. haha!

-
i had a dream. i had a dream i really had to pee.

so there i was eating at this diner with some friends when the urge strikes. i walk up to the hostess to politely inquire about restrooms.

"sorry, hon, but we've had budget cuts and the nearest ones aren't open anymore," she replies. then she points down a dark corridor. "try the ones down that hall."

walking down this decidedly creepy hallway, i notice that this half of the diner has been fashioned after a run-down haunted house. mummies, coffins, swamp, bats, the whole bit. splendid. i finally reach the women's room at the end of the hall, open the door, and...

the bathroom is the most horrible one i have ever seen. maybe the budget cuts mean no one ever cleans the bathroom and management decided the look went with the haunted house decor--it definitely would have scared the shit out of anyone. all the toilets in the stalls are clogged, brown shit is everywhere, and things are on the floor that shouldn't be on the floor. the only unclogged toilet is one on a pedestal right outside the stalls, except this one has green sludge climbing over the toilet seat and also looks big enough for two very large women named bertha and eartha. everything is so disgusting, i just cannot use the facilities, but my bladder is crying. release me, release me! oh, the pain!

my body is in the deepest despair when i suddenly awaken...

and i realize i still have to pee.

it's been busy. still at a loss. for what? everything.

amazing how things seem so much more distant by merely stepping onto campus. it's odd meeting new people again. my inner hermit is hurting. :) oh well, freshmen seem very cool and energetic once again. yay for sibs! i just feel old. haha.

i love running into friends i haven't seen in a while. i love hugs. however, these normally compatible acts do not work well together in the sweltering heat we've had the past few days. both people can't avoid being sweaty and hot and the hug is all sticky and you worry whether your B.O. will cause vomiting. sadness.

i finally have good housing too. inner room of a 2-room double in kimball hall...ah, the wonder! it's nice having my own space to decorate and in which to bum. [proper grammar is so awkward sometimes.] unfortunately, i ran out of the nice mounting strips due to some "friends" reaching that aisle first in walmart =P the one poster on which i used older mounting squares fell on my face at 6 in the morning. just my luck that i wake up to a face full of glossy paper and not some incredibly hot dream man leaning over me to wake me up with...

oh wait, people might read this? my bad. :D

* * *
"Careful" -Guster

you walked out when i asked you to stay
as usual you will get your way
you close the door and stumble down to the street
where you wring your hands
and you drag your feet there
where the words can't find you
to crawl inside you

i'm ringing all the warning bells
careful or you'll hurt yourself
others lie, lie, lie, they adore you
i'll be the one to tell you
careful or you'll hurt yourself
gonna try, try, try 'til the morning comes

but you can't hide standing under these stars
they know everything, they know where you are
you're in your head, you're all turned around with it
and they're shining down their light to bring you back again
back where i can find you
to crawl inside you

i'm ringing all the warning bells
careful or you'll hurt yourself
others lie, lie, lie, they adore you
i'll be the one to tell you
careful or you'll hurt yourself
gonna try, try, try 'til the morning...
all you want to see is make believe it's nothing
but way down underneath

i'm ringing all the warning bells
careful you don't hurt yourself
others lie, lie, lie, they adore you
i'll be the one to tell you
careful or you'll hurt yourself
gonna try, try, try 'til the morning comes