I had another dream. about bradford assay. again.
this dream was not as explicit or detailed as the last one.
storytelling- you can't be too detailed or people who stop listening/paying attention. you can't tell a short story otherwise it's not really a story, and people might miss the punchline, or the storyteller might execute poorly.
i didn't delete your comment maury, i just made it hidden. don't worry.
literature forum? what kind of literature forum? fiction/nonfiction/scientific articles/etc.? will this forum be more successful than a philosophical/current issues forum like nancy's?
i buy my own food. because i know what i want, when i want it. if people buy/make food for me, i probably won't like it at the moment. MAYBE i would like it another day (this reason is rarely true), but i normally wouldn't like it if it were shoved in front of me to be eaten.
today is a nice summertime day.
what the hell is clare doing with all these hickeys on his neck? such a slut, i swear.
kai randomly sends me text messages. never know when i'm going to receive them. you wonder what people are thinking when they decide to send a certain thought to a certain someone. there wasn't that much meaning in the message either. just an observation, a feeling. end.
songs of the century- most people seem to affiliate jazz music with the 21st century. one century of music predominated by jazz. what about jazz made it so popular? i think i took a jazz lit class with crassie one year but dropped it. it was with a grad student. maybe i could have learned what was so special about jazz. too bad the class was tiny and i wasn't too fond of the people in there.
i think i do get annoyed when people rush me, especially when i volunteer to drive them places. or when people argue just for the sake of being right, even when there's a likely chance that they aren't.
can you force yourself to press a keyboard key with the opposite hand? i'm trying to do that everytime my usb keyboard isn't attached so that the oil stains don't accumulate on one side of the space bar or mouse clicker.
it's not raining today. very disappointing weather forecasts from people. hopefully all of saturday and sunday.
elliot's terrible. the logbook isn't out, neither are the pencils/pens. he is clueless about why the computer keeps restarting. the printer isn't on. jeez. and he gets paid more than i do, just because he's all chummy with anthony.
when you have the most random collection of songs, people could perceive you differently depending on what song you have on at that moment. i will survive, by gloria gaynor. back in the saddle again, by gene autry. great balls of fire- hank williams.
social graces. hmm. should i be a "friend" or should i be reasonable? i don't see you ever. i don't like hanging out with you. i don't really know you, and i don't think i want to get to know you even when there's only a month left.
why do people still hang out with each other when they just talk about each other negatively. i'm hanging out with different groups that don't like each other, and yet they'll still attend each other's events, go to dinner together, and such.
ah yes, the dream. drab and i were in the bathroom. it was awkward, as always. i was washing my face in one sink of my apartment, the left sink, and when i looked up into the mirror, i was scared when i saw drab right beside me. he was smiling for some reason. then i noticed he was wearing a new hooded jacket. it was BRIGHT GREEN with an odd grayish pattern flanking the upper portion of the zipper. since it was just weird for me, i asked drab if the jacket were new/from american apparel. indeed it was. then somehow our faces ended up side by side, and when i tried to shift towards the right sink, drab would follow so that our faces would stay touching. too much tension there. so we ended up at the right sink, and i was waiting for drab to make the first move and leave, but he wouldn't. i finally had to ask drab if he'd mind, but when we separated, his stubble SCRATCHED my face and it hurt like hell! there was also some girl standing in the background, but i forgot who it was. oh wait, it was ilse.
i think i will go shopping today. more american apparel? hah, no. galleria? thrift stores? or just go reading/exercising at the apartment.
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your dream is so great. thanks for sharing. most of mine center around the danger of train station platforms or not being able to speak japanese.
my 3 cents: jazz music only dominated much of the 21st century... from the 20's. by the late 60's it had already lost much of it's relevance. not much jazz worth listening to was recorded from the mid 70's on.
what is so special about jazz? jazz musicians can use their instruments as emotive voices. jazz music reflects the personalities and emotions of the people playing it in a way that many other kinds of music do not. (in classical music it is the composer who is of utmost importance... in rock and many other kinds of pop... the music just serves as a prop for lyrics... their is no unpredictability). in jazz each performance has the potential to be different...
umm. i like jazz by the way.
elliot?...there's another elliot in your life?
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