a funny kind of mood
i'm really in a funny kind of mood, and I wish I could shake out of it. It's not the same as it was for most of today - tired, worn out, off. I kind of finished my final paper for 102c. but now, it's more foreboding. Like everything is about to change, even though I know it's not. I've really got to stop watching gangster movies. even if layer cake was good. it's bad for my psyche. I don't even know how to spell that.
the wedding is really sneaking up on me. things are getting crazy. i should be doing more. stupid school. finally talked with dad. it went about as well as can be expected. i stood up for myself and tom, and that's the most important thing at this point.
why am i thinking in a british accent?
I had another tooth dream last night. those are always the worst. i hate them. this time, my lover right pointed tooth came loose, and i finally got tired of it twirling around on one string and yanked it out, only to discover, to my horror, that it was an adult tooth that would have to be put back. turns out the little thread it was holdin on to was the root or nerve or something. so i go into the clinic with tom and someone else was with us maybe, and Suzanne was working at the front desk. she fills out a little money envelop sized thing with "special request" in giant scroll script and sends it to where ever it should go to get the clearance. that's all i remember. it's the first one i've had where i'm actually pulling my own teeth out. I hate them because they're always so real. I can feel them. it's so bizarre. I mean, normally, this wouldn't concern me, except for the whole, gotta put it back thing, which is probably a bad thing. it's not like you can just stick a tooth back on. it's not like you can undo a lot of what i'm doing. smart, eh? but Tom was with me, and that's a good sign, as far as i'm concerned. i bet it's about my dad. that's probably it.
we went for the second/third time to see kontrol at the university theatre (it depends on how you count - we set out to go three times, but only made it to the theatre twice). this time we didn't see it because it's not playin there any more. it just wasn't meant to be. besides, we'd already seen layer cake. We couldn't decide where else to go after that, not very much is open at 10:30 on memorial day, so tom just brought me home and drove away off into the starry, starry night. makes me nervous him not havin a phone. when i 'know' he's made it, i'm only 99% sure =)
i guess i better read for tomorrow.
we saw the three penny opera in hollywood last night. it was good. really good. the open fist did a good job.
m
the wedding is really sneaking up on me. things are getting crazy. i should be doing more. stupid school. finally talked with dad. it went about as well as can be expected. i stood up for myself and tom, and that's the most important thing at this point.
why am i thinking in a british accent?
I had another tooth dream last night. those are always the worst. i hate them. this time, my lover right pointed tooth came loose, and i finally got tired of it twirling around on one string and yanked it out, only to discover, to my horror, that it was an adult tooth that would have to be put back. turns out the little thread it was holdin on to was the root or nerve or something. so i go into the clinic with tom and someone else was with us maybe, and Suzanne was working at the front desk. she fills out a little money envelop sized thing with "special request" in giant scroll script and sends it to where ever it should go to get the clearance. that's all i remember. it's the first one i've had where i'm actually pulling my own teeth out. I hate them because they're always so real. I can feel them. it's so bizarre. I mean, normally, this wouldn't concern me, except for the whole, gotta put it back thing, which is probably a bad thing. it's not like you can just stick a tooth back on. it's not like you can undo a lot of what i'm doing. smart, eh? but Tom was with me, and that's a good sign, as far as i'm concerned. i bet it's about my dad. that's probably it.
we went for the second/third time to see kontrol at the university theatre (it depends on how you count - we set out to go three times, but only made it to the theatre twice). this time we didn't see it because it's not playin there any more. it just wasn't meant to be. besides, we'd already seen layer cake. We couldn't decide where else to go after that, not very much is open at 10:30 on memorial day, so tom just brought me home and drove away off into the starry, starry night. makes me nervous him not havin a phone. when i 'know' he's made it, i'm only 99% sure =)
i guess i better read for tomorrow.
we saw the three penny opera in hollywood last night. it was good. really good. the open fist did a good job.
m
posted by Mel at 10:56 PM
3 Comments:
Hmmm I'll look in my dream dictionary and see what it says about pulling teeth.
<3katie
Hmmm I'll look in my dream dictionary and see what it says about pulling teeth.
<3katie
weird dream. i hope all is well.
<3, bev
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