Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
It's a really gorgeous day, and I want to go see a movie.
But, that means I have to go all the way into downtown, and I don't wanna. And, then I'd go by the yarn store, and that's never good. And, I have 9 more batches of bark to make today.
t /whine
Nevermind. That tag never closes.
Finishing up some class I'd blown off. In these dreams I always know that I'm a college graduate, and I keep telling myself, "You graduated college, they don't make you go back to high school to finish things up if you've graduated from college." I'm rarely in class in these dreams, normally just wandering around the commons area in front of the cafeteria and poking around the high school library.
My variation is that I'm in college, I realize I've been not going to a class that I meant to, but didn't, drop, and I have to finish the course whether I want to or not. I'm also always aware that I've already finished college, but I can't help but panic because I haven't done any of the reading.
Frank is me. I suddenly realize I need to go to class, and then I realized I haven't been in like, months, and I really have to go but I'm really scared to, etc...
In my high school dreams, I always walk through the band room doors the age I am now, wearing regular clothes. When I pass the threshold, I am suddenly dressed in my concert uniform, holding my music folder, and it's about 20 minutes til the concert.
I get my french horn out of my locker, but I can't find my mouthpiece. I find one, sit down in my chair (second - the chair I held my senior year), open the music folder on my stand, and it's nothing I have ever played before nor seen. I don't know the fingerings to any of the notes, I don't know how to count in 4/4 time. It's like I'm in 5th grade again, picking up the horn for the first time ever. And then, we file out for the concert.
I always wake up before the concert, usually in a cold sweat.
I dreamed I was in high school again last night.
First, the construction of this sentence just made me think, "Last night, I dreamt I went to Manderley again."
In these dreams I always know that I'm a college graduate, and I keep telling myself, "You graduated college, they don't make you go back to high school to finish things up if you've graduated from college."
The next thing I know I'm trying desperately to think of a job I can get now that I'm a high school drop out and thinking that I'll never find anything stuck in southwest Pennsylvania. Meanwhile, my brain is repeating, "You have a job, it's a pretty good job, you have a place to live, you even have a husband."
I have these dreams, but they are ALWAYS, without fail, about grade school. I have NO idea what that means, and I'm not sure I want to.
ION, Teppy doesn't wannnnnnnnt to be a career girl!
(That was not a cue for Scola to find me a new job; it's a cue for Scola to find me a sugar daddy.)
I thought HK was relegated to your bathroom, Trudy!
She's moving into the living space. There'll be no stopping her now.
HAH!
The kitchen items were grandfathered. My next apartment, actually, I'd like to have a Hello Kitty kitchen. And I do hope my first child is a girl, because if its a boy he's going to have issUES from having a HK nursery.
oh FUCKITY! I was trying to set up b'day dinner for my BFF and I waited too long like an idiot to call the crazy russian place we'd been planning to have it at and they are completely booked and i am an IDIOT. fuck! (it seems like it shouldn't be a big deal to book another place but there are 16 of us...) FUCK!
I had a dream a month ago where I was in the band for a concert and I had to play a French horn solo that I didn't know much at all, and it was all high notes which were hard for me playing on a non-double horn.... I pretty much resigned myself to not being able to hit most of the notes correctly.
IOHornN, in 6th grade - the first time I ever played a song with the full band, I immediatly got lost, burst out laughing, and could not stop laughing....
Frank is me. I suddenly realize I need to go to class, and then I realized I haven't been in like, months, and I really have to go but I'm really scared to, etc...
Yep, that's exactly it. "How did I forgot about this class???!?!??!"
First, the construction of this sentence just made me think, "Last night, I dreamt I went to Manderley again."
"I had the pear dream again."