Holy shit! What a crazy week!! I'm afraid my grip on school is all but toast. Hence the avoiding of the bloggage. I just ain't feeling it like I used to (school, that is). I keep telling myself, "Don't worry. This happens to you every year in the second term," but I dunno. This time it feels different. The tides are dragging me out to different islands this time. I dunno. Life feels wonderfully dangerous right now. I feel terrified by the chaos, yet I keep thinking "how gloriously interesting things are getting." Trust me, after a year of waitressing in the mundane charm of Lloyd, I don't really mind the constant, tingling sensation at the back of my head that's warning me of impending storms like a rheumatic limb.

Got together with some of my new buddies from school on Saturday. MAN, can that Chris ever play the geeetar!! He tells me his specialty is actually the keyboard (synth, etc.). He digs them crazy experimental sounds, a la God Speed.

My tutoree told me today that she had a dream about me last night. Apparently, I was searching for miniature vegitables to use in lab experiments!! Ha ha! Now I'm even a crazed professor in people's dreams!! Seriously though, lately I've really been fearing for my sanity. I can't seem to shake myself loose from a sense of dreaming. Everywhere I go, I feel detatched from my surroundings. I feel surreal, like everyone is about to start talking jibberish and everything's about to melt before my very eyes. I'm telling you, that dream I had last week did a real number on me. Maybe I'm nearing death or something. I don't mind if it turns out I am. I've had a good run. Made the best of it, etc. Eh. I'm probably not anyway.

So this week, my dreams have turned to themes revolving around a guy I had a bad case of the crushes for a few years back. Not sure what it means, but he's been treating me quite cruelly in my dreams. Keeps ordering me around, deserting or ignoring me at crutial moments, calling me a Babylonian Princess, etc. The worst part is I like it. I chase him like a puppy to get a little more punishment. Certainly an odd mood to wake up from in the morning. Oh well. At least this way I get to talk to him again. How sad am I?

So tomorrow I go to see Frank Black and the Catholics!!!! Woohoo!! I'm still trying to wrustle up some peeps for the benefit show at the Commie on Sunday. We'll see. Fingers crossed.