Talked to my mother this morning. Well, she talked and I held the
phone. It was a good fifteen minute long phone conversation too, I
checked the timer on the phone just to make sure.
Helped the friend I serenaded yesterday pick out the right pictures
for her assignment. Right now I should go start History.
Will post something more interesting later on.
My attempt to eat healthy has fallen by the wayside, but I will try
again tomorrow.
My friend and I serenaded our friend who works at a coffee shop.
She said we made her day, so I suppose we justified our existence
for a little while longer.
That wasn't meant to sound depressing, it was a question my mother
would ask us at the dinner table, and we always had to have a good
answer. I can't remember if I ever thought I would cease existing
if I didn't have an answer, but I don't remember saying my last
words just before dinner at any point.
The first part of the game was something out of Rambo, in that I
was infiltrating some sort of tropical army camp for a reason I
can't remember.
Then the game switched and me and three other people were floating
down a very flat and straight river. When we reached the end we saw
that the river was actually about to run off a straight cliff and
the water was almost level with rocks that were blocking the
river's flow. Somehow I knew that it would be bad if the river
overflowed down the cliff.
The dream then switched gears entirely (or else I can't remember
the transition) but now I was competing to be the hero or champion
in a great cosmic struggle. Myself and the other challengers were
running down a long hallway towards a series of open doors. I knew
that the first person to reach one of the doors would become the
champion. I fell through the door first and turned around and saw
everyone watching me as I began to fall down an incredibly long
tunnel.
The next thing I remember in the dream is being back at the
tropical army base, only now in addition to humans there were
creatures that reminded me of a velociraptor that I had to fight as
well. I was in some sort of motorboat but it was really had to
control and I crashed into someone's hut. There was a man in the
bedroom of the hut who was sick, and he told me so was everyone
else at the camp.
Then I got on top of him and we started to have sex, and then I
woke up.
In other news, my roommate seems to be taking the death of his
father pretty well. Movies have taught me that he should now be a
completely different person, and should be more in touch with his
feelings.
Movies were wrong. He's the same as he ever was.
Or he's just in denial about his father's suicide, and he's
liquoring and smoking pot to keep himself in an intoxicated state
so he doesn't really have time to think about it.
I'm not sure which one is true.
Every time I start one of these things, I start to think about what
I've said and how horrible or true or meaningless it is and I stop
writing. So, instead of dealing with my issues in a rational and
mature way, I've decided to take the easy way out. I'm not going to
read what I wrote before. I'm not saving these emails, and after
this blog is completely set up I will never look at it again.
I won't know if these emails are even getting there.
And hopefully I will be okay with that, because I'm going to have
to deal with it one way or the other.
Welcome, if you are reading this. If it got to you, or anyone at
all.
If not, well, I guess you're a special kind of crazy, in that you
imagine reading things that have actually been written but never
could have reached you.
