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Very odd dreams. I was picking toads out of the pool again, except that they were frogs, and there were about seven different kinds (all adorable; frogs are soooo cute). Almost all of them, however, were capable of giving me the same kind of shock that David's 110-volt welder did. So it was a little hard to let go of them and drop them in the bucket (which my mom disapproved of; by the end, they were kind of suffocating each other because the bucket was as big asa laundry basket and full to the brim, though they didn't try to jump out), but I managed every time. Some of these things were as big as burritos; that was the comparison that occurred to me in the dream.
Then, suddenly, I was at a concert with frog slime still on my hands, though in different clothes, and I was talking to the band director of my school. He disapproved of me, too, but I hardly noticed and went exploring. There was this broom-closet thing that was kind of equivalent to my room, except that it was about 3 feet wide and 12 feet long and bent in three places, kind of like the [, but with the angles of an X. I had to go down on all fours to back in, and the walls were lined with my stuff from my room, plus Nia's little cart thing with some of her art stuff on it. Very odd. Then Mama woke me up to say she was going to church.
I'm going to the G&J Show again today, but only for 2 hours, because Roger's is at 2:00. I'm a little perturbed about my homework, both Eco and English, but thankfully (wow, first time I tried that I typed thatnkfpply) Eco is over by Wednesday and it'll be Government from then on. I don't know if it will be any more fun, but at least it will be something I don't already know.
If anybody knows Swiftpaw's journal, (livejournal.com/users/swiftpaws) or her Tree (otherwonders.com/swiftpaws), go read her Orienteering essays. Some of the elements are uncannily like the thought process I went through, others are uncannily revelational.
I'm feeling constructive; time to reinstate the worst of my blisters (though I think some of them have turned to calluses by now and won't hurt as much).
Then, suddenly, I was at a concert with frog slime still on my hands, though in different clothes, and I was talking to the band director of my school. He disapproved of me, too, but I hardly noticed and went exploring. There was this broom-closet thing that was kind of equivalent to my room, except that it was about 3 feet wide and 12 feet long and bent in three places, kind of like the [, but with the angles of an X. I had to go down on all fours to back in, and the walls were lined with my stuff from my room, plus Nia's little cart thing with some of her art stuff on it. Very odd. Then Mama woke me up to say she was going to church.
I'm going to the G&J Show again today, but only for 2 hours, because Roger's is at 2:00. I'm a little perturbed about my homework, both Eco and English, but thankfully (wow, first time I tried that I typed thatnkfpply) Eco is over by Wednesday and it'll be Government from then on. I don't know if it will be any more fun, but at least it will be something I don't already know.
If anybody knows Swiftpaw's journal, (livejournal.com/users/swiftpaws) or her Tree (otherwonders.com/swiftpaws), go read her Orienteering essays. Some of the elements are uncannily like the thought process I went through, others are uncannily revelational.
I'm feeling constructive; time to reinstate the worst of my blisters (though I think some of them have turned to calluses by now and won't hurt as much).
