Dreams of transition. "November Seems Odd. You're My Firing Squad."

Dreamed of my father, and sisters and my sisters' aunt, visiting the house, during a very apocalyptic time. Things were in constant shift, and I was getting many things organised, but here was the absolute best place to be, and it was easy to reach. (Tom Waits - [November]). Something about the BAMA subway system, and making travel very easy. Something about a party, de facto, because there were enough people gathered in my house-- the internal dimensions of which were far larger, now-- and they all needed something to do, to clear their heads, before getting down to work. I was smoking, a lot. I tried to save as many people as I could.

November's doing it again. Ups and downs, all over the place, and heart aches, and shit. The worst curse ever is to watch the bad shit happen to the people you love. Speaking of which, be careful, today. The number 29 exit turnstyle,at the Five Points MARTA station has been catching my eye, for the past few months. Yesterday, I saw that the nine had fallen off. (Gorillaz - [Sound Check (Gravity)]). Just said "2," and kind of crooked, at that. So, be careful today, ok?

I need to go get ready for school.

Ta.

Words you never want to hear.

Dr Nahmias read my paper. Upon telling me he read it,he says "Yeah, I read it; I pu tit in your box" (I don't have a box) "and I want to talk to you about it." He didn't want to talk to anyone else about theirs, so far as I've seen. Other people wanted to talk to him, but not so much the other way around.

I feel like i'm going to vomit. Because of a fucking paper. I'm dreading going to talk to him, because i know he's going to want me to make massive revisions, to something about which I felt very good. I don't like this, at all.

Using Quick Update on the MyLJ page. Weird shit.

{Edit From Home:7.32pm: MC Frontalot - [Charity Case]--- Don't caer anymore. More angry than I am worried. He apparently didn't understand a damned thing i was trying to say. How pleasant. Screw.}