So. That failed, miserably.
Jun. 18th, 2003 01:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Tori Amos - [China]--- I decided that, since i wouldn't be able to fall asleep, until 3.30, Anyway, i wouldn't try, until around then. Heh. Heheh. No. I didn't fall asleep until 4.30., after i wrapped myself up in a blanket, and realised that, perhaps, that was the comfort level i needed. To be wrapped up, as if in some kind of Chrysalis. Well, i was tired, when i got in bed. I was tired and hour later when i fell asleep. And i'm not over at my grandmother's today. I don't know if that's good or bad, but i do feel less pressured. I also got a call about the UPS job. I need to call my father, and get some stuff taken care of, there, work-wise. (Tori Amos - [Leather]). Ah the song all about vulnerabiity. :\ Wanna hear about my dreams, before i go take out the dog? Cool, here we go.
I'm riding to school, which is a combination of the soccer field at GDS, Grady, and Georgia State, and i have to walk up this hill, through this shrubbery, to get to the buildings. As i do, i see that there are people smoking, and i bum a cigarette, from one of them, and take a drag. It tastes nasty, and i cough, a lot. I go inside, to class. There's some kind of plague going around that keeps people from school, which is why it's way out here.
Woken up, here, by my mother and my alarm, asking if i'm going. Good morning 6.45. The VERY Little Sleep makes me feel sick. (Tori Amos - [Mother]). No.
I'm inside the schoil, or in a house, and i'm in a kitchen. There is someone to my right, and this big guy to my left, and i was facing the tablecounter, searching through pots and pans, but now my back is to it, a frying pan in each hand, lighter than i would like. I'm fending them both off with the pans, and i manage to knock her out, and the big guy grabs my arm, and tosses me on top of the Refrigerator. The Back of my head hits, and i'm about to fall off, onto the floor, face first. But i stop things, and make it so that that doesn't happen. I talk to the big guy about trying that again, so i don't hurt my head, neck or face, and he looks really shocked/upset.
I'm in a hotel, like an old hotel, converted to apartments, or an old-folks home, and i'm wandering around, there, with people from school, and people from VOX. They're all trying to find me, and get somewhere. I'm trying to escape. I'm running with Alexis, and someone else i can't quite place, and we turn the corner, as they're trying to get into one elevator, and we get into one, on the other side. There is this Plague Gas being vented in, through the ducts, and we're trying to Avoid it. At this point, i'm also dressed like a Ninja. I can see, hear, and feel the structure of the building, very well.
Tori Amos - [Tear In Your Hand]--- At this point, woken up by the phone. Aunt asking about my cousin, calling to see if she went to school.
Something, here, about water skiing, and erections, and an entire resort that was Half-underwater. I'm there with some guy i know, and there are two girls on a jet ski/water-skiing. Soemthing about us trying to hit on them, and walking through the half-submerged bar, in the resort.
Flashes of the kitchen fight, the School, more thoughts on the Plague, and it all starts to swirl together. I try to keep it coherent. The Phone Rings/I wake up
This time it was a call about stuff for UPS. (Tori Amos - [Me And A Gun]). After a few minutes of chit-chat, i get off the phone. The title, "A Diary of the Plague Year," resolves itself in my mind, and i go back to thinking about the things i need to do. Trying to get work. Work on my shite. Motivate myself. Self-Mobility, and the ability to Rely upon myself, yet, at the same time, not have a shit job, would probably really help with all my current Issues. :\ "I Want More," as Chumbawumba so apatly put it... I'm goig to go call my dad, get that info from him, cause i can work, here. He'll probably be pissed that i'm not over at my grandmother's, but shit certainly happens. I want to call and talk to some people, here, like i said i was going to... Meh.
Later
I'm riding to school, which is a combination of the soccer field at GDS, Grady, and Georgia State, and i have to walk up this hill, through this shrubbery, to get to the buildings. As i do, i see that there are people smoking, and i bum a cigarette, from one of them, and take a drag. It tastes nasty, and i cough, a lot. I go inside, to class. There's some kind of plague going around that keeps people from school, which is why it's way out here.
Woken up, here, by my mother and my alarm, asking if i'm going. Good morning 6.45. The VERY Little Sleep makes me feel sick. (Tori Amos - [Mother]). No.
I'm inside the schoil, or in a house, and i'm in a kitchen. There is someone to my right, and this big guy to my left, and i was facing the tablecounter, searching through pots and pans, but now my back is to it, a frying pan in each hand, lighter than i would like. I'm fending them both off with the pans, and i manage to knock her out, and the big guy grabs my arm, and tosses me on top of the Refrigerator. The Back of my head hits, and i'm about to fall off, onto the floor, face first. But i stop things, and make it so that that doesn't happen. I talk to the big guy about trying that again, so i don't hurt my head, neck or face, and he looks really shocked/upset.
I'm in a hotel, like an old hotel, converted to apartments, or an old-folks home, and i'm wandering around, there, with people from school, and people from VOX. They're all trying to find me, and get somewhere. I'm trying to escape. I'm running with Alexis, and someone else i can't quite place, and we turn the corner, as they're trying to get into one elevator, and we get into one, on the other side. There is this Plague Gas being vented in, through the ducts, and we're trying to Avoid it. At this point, i'm also dressed like a Ninja. I can see, hear, and feel the structure of the building, very well.
Tori Amos - [Tear In Your Hand]--- At this point, woken up by the phone. Aunt asking about my cousin, calling to see if she went to school.
Something, here, about water skiing, and erections, and an entire resort that was Half-underwater. I'm there with some guy i know, and there are two girls on a jet ski/water-skiing. Soemthing about us trying to hit on them, and walking through the half-submerged bar, in the resort.
Flashes of the kitchen fight, the School, more thoughts on the Plague, and it all starts to swirl together. I try to keep it coherent. The Phone Rings/I wake up
This time it was a call about stuff for UPS. (Tori Amos - [Me And A Gun]). After a few minutes of chit-chat, i get off the phone. The title, "A Diary of the Plague Year," resolves itself in my mind, and i go back to thinking about the things i need to do. Trying to get work. Work on my shite. Motivate myself. Self-Mobility, and the ability to Rely upon myself, yet, at the same time, not have a shit job, would probably really help with all my current Issues. :\ "I Want More," as Chumbawumba so apatly put it... I'm goig to go call my dad, get that info from him, cause i can work, here. He'll probably be pissed that i'm not over at my grandmother's, but shit certainly happens. I want to call and talk to some people, here, like i said i was going to... Meh.
Later
