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[05 Sep 2003|10:00am] |
You know what I hate? That I'm gonna be disappointed either way today goes. If I make the team, whoohoo but I don't feel like waking up at 6 tomorrow to go to the shore to have a game where it'll probably be storming, and soccer after school means no clarinet or piano lessons, which means no trying out for ASJ.
If I don't make the team, I will become a depressed lump who is easily irritated by people asking if I made the team, then me saying no, and then them being all sorry. But...I will have time for my musically musical things. But I will also become fat. Hmm.
Either way I should get over myself in time.
I had a funky-monkey dream last night about the first day of school. Guidance messed up my schedule and gave me Honors Bio in both 7th and 9th period. I went to them before 7th period and they told me to just go to both classes and pick the teacher I like (9th was taught by skinner, 7th by mr. svelte (?..lol)). No one was in any of my classes. Well, 7th period I had keefe behind me and ally on the other side of the classroom, but also 2 versions of my father (working and casual), my grandmother, my grandfather, and my dad's best friend. They were all talking to eachother about the farm, and I remember everybody looking at them thinking "wow, they are smart" because they had NO idea what they were talking about. Then my grandmother starts talking and she doesn't stop, and Mr. Svelte (heh) tries to stop her but he doesn't want to be mean to someone older than he is. But anyway, he TRIED to teach us...
I believe I went to the wrong Web Development class. It was a classroom with no computers, but the computer teacher was there. I knew no one in my class.
Lunch was an hour and a half long because they killed the class before it to make it longer. In the dream this made sense. Now it does not.
I got lost trying to find the 300 wing. Of course...this was not Clearview.
Overall, it was a crappy dream.
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