i hate that foggy time in the morning or afternoon after you've awoken from a bad dream. you're still trying to figure out if everything really happened, even though the details seem absurd, as they always do in dreams, and it turns out that those details are in fact what help us to realize that your bad dream was just that, a dream. but still, for the first 90 seconds or so, you're torn between feeling confused, scared, remorse, and/or fear. that has to be on my top five worst feelings.
next, i want to say that there are ten things i hate about you. and no, the last one is NOT "i hate how i don't really hate you at all" or something like that. on an unrelated note, heath ledger is much hotter as a blond.
five weeks minus a day and i'm back to my 8-5 job. hmmm. many ways to look at this... for one, my job location can only improve, i think. yeah it was cool to work building 18, with all the "top players" (omg, i am beside myself) but at the same time, i was the only co-op. no fun. : ( wait, there was a guy named fabio who was in a post-graduate program, he had a certain appeal to him that is just undescribable... which is good because i'm off on a tangent. so, this time around, i will hopefully be around more co-ops and stuff. and now i know a little more about how a coop should conduct herself and hopefully i can dazzle them with my wits. (ha, did you get it??? -- can you tell i've been watching teen movies or what) i now realize none of this is interesting, and will move on.
on august ninth, my family is running through hell. michigan. that's their slogan "run through hell." kinda catchy in that obvious, annoying way. we've done a few runs like that (turkey trot, race for the cure, jingle bell run, etc. etc.) and i *always* come in last place. even my little brother beats the shit out of me. this time around, i'm going for second-to-last. hey, gotta start somewhere.
hmm what else? got a 4.0 in my summer class, and even got honors credit for it. go me. i'm going for another 4.0 in my new class (thermodynamics, good luck) cuz it's been a while since i've had one of those. let alone two.
oh darnit, i wanted to tell a story right now, but i can't. it was funny, in a self-depreciating way, but i still can't publish it. my illusory audience might mad or incriminated if quoted. oh well, you'll have to conjure something in that little (or big, whatever) head of yours.
alright, i'm out yo. peace.