mymichele's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bless you, dandruff shampoo, and Urkel I had my recurring dream last night of tornados. I dream about them frequently, and I'm not really sure why. This is from a dream dictionary that I found: Tornado is a violent storm in nature and it may represent violent emotional storms in your dreams. If you continually dream about being in a tornado consider the emotional changes in your life and also the amount of anger and rage that you may be currently experiencing. Tornadoes could also represent disruptions and upsets in you immediate environment, and specific, current issues or problems that may be overwhelming. This was a really hardcore tornado dream, too. My grandmother who died 6 years ago was in it, and it went through my dad's farm, like he hasn't had enough to worry about with the fire that already destroyed it. I don't know. It hurts my brain to think about it. Anyway! Latest google searches: 1. "Steve Urkel Girlfriend" (huh?) 2. "He fingered me" 3. "My homepage and my porn" 5. "japanese school girl fucked" That's some good times, isn't it? So, my classes have been very interesting today. My first one, American Legal System, looks cool. We're required to sit in on 12 different trials before the end of the semester, for 30 minutes each. That sounds a bit time consuming. The girl sitting in front of me could have benefitted from my Herbal Essence dandruff shampoo. There was a guy in this class who had the same name as Psycho Boy's best friend, which worried me. But then I figured that he wouldn't actually ever find himself pursuing a college education, so I was comforted. I was less worried about the syllabus and the lecture in Abnormal psychology than the big wasp type of creature that was flying around the classroom. Sexual psychology will be interesting. We'll be watching porn. The teacher warned us that if we think we'll be offended by the sexual content, this is not the class to take. Woohoo! I am now looking forward to my last class of the day, Creative writing. I think this will be good. Speaking of creative writing, not that any of you were actually reading it, but I erased everything but the first page on my story page, because I didn't like it. I need to take my time with this story, it's one I've wanted to write for a long time, and I was just really dissapointed in the content. It's little things that make me the happiest lately. It's just such a relief to have someone see you while you're walking to class and call out your name like they're happy to see you. Nothing like that used to happen. Friends are such a relief. Oakland lost last night. To make it worse, they lost to the COWBOYS. Fucking Cowboys. Yes, I'm from Dallas, but screw them and screw Jerry Jones, the fascist leader. No roommate yet, still. I actually want one and there doesn't seem to be one available. You'd think at a school with 27,000 people, there'd be someone who wants a room. They told me if I don't get one soon, I might get one of the international students that come in October. I'd prefer someone who speaks english, but that's okay, and it's just me showing my racism, yes? Anyway, my suitemates are really nice, even with the monogrammed purple towels that say "Brittany." To show you how thin the walls and such are, I just sneezed a few minutes ago, and my suitemate, from her room, said "Bless you!" Hehe. I had Subway today, like I do pretty much everyday, but I changed my sandwich just by putting salt and pepper and parmasean on it. It's totally different! It's good, too. I think the pepper is making me sneeze, though. Check out unsentletter, because it's really nifty. 5:05 p.m. - August 28, 2001 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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