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lathrielThe next time I update this thing it will be from my new ibook! WOOT! Will I remember how to use a mac? Without terrible middle school memories flooding to the forefront of my consciousness? I think (hope) I'll be safe.
I had a weird dream last night that made me feel uncomfortable on a surface level and totally self-absorbed and conceited on a deeper level. It involved a college experience that I never had, and can only imagine, and a certain friend's confession of undying love. The question is, what on earth does that represent? The fact that my subconscious chose a college-dorm-or-apartment-esque setting in which to stage the event seems to imply that A) it's a total lie, B) hey I've still got 2 years seeing as how I've only got sophomore standing, or C) That will never happen, you self-important ego maniac.
Honestly, I've never yearned for typical student relationships. I'm kind of a loser. I don't like to get wasted, I don't like premiscuity, I don't like video games, and I don't like any specific scene. That's why I went to Empire State, to avoid dealing with all of that still-teen-but-technically-adult-age bullshit. (I'm really into the super hyphenated descriptions today, huh?) Now I'm gonna be at UB so who knows what's gonna be going on there.
But, back to the issue, the dream made me uncomfortable because I knew I couldn't respond will similar sentiments, but then it made me feel like an asshole for even thinking that that would happen, like I was manufacturing some kind of extreme affection towards me to make myself feel important to someone. Isn't that odd? I take responsibility for my dreams...
Huh.
It seems more often than not I end these things with an expression of thoughtful inconclusion.
Hmm.
I had a weird dream last night that made me feel uncomfortable on a surface level and totally self-absorbed and conceited on a deeper level. It involved a college experience that I never had, and can only imagine, and a certain friend's confession of undying love. The question is, what on earth does that represent? The fact that my subconscious chose a college-dorm-or-apartment-esque setting in which to stage the event seems to imply that A) it's a total lie, B) hey I've still got 2 years seeing as how I've only got sophomore standing, or C) That will never happen, you self-important ego maniac.
Honestly, I've never yearned for typical student relationships. I'm kind of a loser. I don't like to get wasted, I don't like premiscuity, I don't like video games, and I don't like any specific scene. That's why I went to Empire State, to avoid dealing with all of that still-teen-but-technically-adult-age bullshit. (I'm really into the super hyphenated descriptions today, huh?) Now I'm gonna be at UB so who knows what's gonna be going on there.
But, back to the issue, the dream made me uncomfortable because I knew I couldn't respond will similar sentiments, but then it made me feel like an asshole for even thinking that that would happen, like I was manufacturing some kind of extreme affection towards me to make myself feel important to someone. Isn't that odd? I take responsibility for my dreams...
Huh.
It seems more often than not I end these things with an expression of thoughtful inconclusion.
Hmm.
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Date: 2005-11-28 02:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-28 09:10 pm (UTC)if it's a boy: Herbert, as in Frank Herbert, author of DUNE. Only downside is the possibility of calling it "Herbie" rather than pronouncing all the consonant sounds, as in the VW Herbie, also rhyming with "herpe."
If it's a girl: Gypsy, because my nickname was "gypsy witch" back in the day due to the fact that apparently only gypsy witches ware pants without back pockets (as decreed by Kristen) and I happened to wear back-pocketless pants one day. Also, it's a shout out to MST3k.
If it's genderless: The Satellite of Love, which is another shout out to MST3k, and appropriately affectionate for the thing that will be carrying the product of my sweat and tears.
Yes? No? Suggestions?
Feel better!
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Date: 2005-11-29 05:50 am (UTC)