Well what’s left for Sunday?

As I got off the bus coming from the parking lot to my building, I heard this from the first random person I passed on campus. ”Well…Friday night I’m having sex. And Saturday I’m getting plastered!” Oooh, it’s good to be home. Where is an eye-rolling emoticon when you need one.

 I will be happy to get back to the school, though. A day is like an eternity with those kids, and I certainly don’t want to start back at square one with them. We’ll see how it goes on Wednesday.

Also, I dreamt last night that I organized my desk. I didn’t remember this until I walked into my room tonight and became very disappointed that my desk was not as orderly as I was expecting. This is noteworthy as it is only the second time in my life I’ve dreamt something and later thought it to be true. The first time was a few years ago when I dreamt I found ten dollars in my pocket and then went to use it to pay for something later.

No, scratch that. Third time. I used to think I could float when I was a kid. I don’t remember dreaming it, really, but I can only assume that I did. I have very vivid memories of floating near the ceiling of my grandparents’ house. Not flying, really, just kind of…hovering there. I remember thinking that I could do this, just as though it were normal, like a fact. I could float. The way to do it was to let your body go limp, hang your head, and slowly push your arms out to your sides. I remember reasoning that it must have something to do with static electricity, just like you could get a balloon to stick to the ceiling if you rubbed it on the carpet or your hair for long enough. It’s strange, though, I can still remember the feeling of weightlessness. Then one day I realized it was impossible and that it must have been a dream. That was a sad day, indeed.

~ by beautifullytragic on March 13, 2007.