high school

i went to speak to a high school journalism class on wednesday.

while waiting in the main office for the teacher to come and get me, my guidance counselor from 16 years ago recognized me. didn;t hurt that i was wearing a name tag.

we shook hands, exchanged pleasantries and joked briefly.

"so, how did i turn out?" i asked, in my most wiseass-esque voice...

"you're over 30 right? once you're over 30 you;re officially not my responsibility."

"damn, i wish someone would of told me that when i was 27. i was looking for someone to blame..."

had a dream

i had a dream that i was working on my research paper.

yeah, i know, i have interesting dreams. i even work when i'm sleeping.

i was in front of my new imac typing away. i should have known that was a dream, because i can't get microsoft word to WORK on my new imac--- that and the fact that me, the world's worst typist, was typing away should have been a blatant indication that this wasn't kansas.

anyway.

it seemed that i couldn't type the words fast enough. the words and ideas were coming at me like rifle bullets. it was great. then, i remember telling myself in the dream that it was a dream... and that before i wake up to remember this one great idea. then i woke up, and wrote it down in the notebook that i keep right next to my alarm clock and glasses. i figured, "great. i'll wake up in a few hours and i'll have this great idea to insert into my REAL paper."

so i wake up at 4:18am... my usual time. i realize that i never put my notebook next to the alarm clock. i dreamt that i was dreaming and then woke up. the waking up part was a part of the goddamn dream.

so i can remember everything about the dream except the one damn thing that i told myself to remember.

twitter

i just signed up to start tweeting...

i thought i'd feel more accomplished and connected by doing this... but dammit, i still feel the same...

what a let down...