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Jun. 20th, 2008 10:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phthalombrageI had my first-ever (of my recollection) dream in French last night.
I was in my high school AP French classroom, taking a listening exam. The passages were moving pretty quickly. I had expected them to repeat. Filling in bubbles with headphones on, conversations entre amis, invitations to the patinoire, everything all well and normal. Suddenly I get video. And am surprised to hear some English mixed in. A Frenchman is very angry at an obese American businessman, shouting in a mélange of the two languages. I'm thinking, this is a strange passage to test on. Also, why is my vision panning, as if it were a camera?
The French guy blusters angrily for a bit about fat lazy Americans, fat tycoon just standing there, then starts a bit of a scuffle, flailing with clenched fists at the man, who drops his briefcase, kicking off his fedora, tugging on his tie, screaming obscenities. Then he shoots him in the head, stabs him in the side, pops off the buttons of the man's suitjacket with his knife, anally rapes him through a slit in his rotund pinstripe suit, and proceeds to further desecrate the corpse with tooth and nail, finally spitting on it and storming down the alley. A pigeon wanders past, and I wake up.
Been cooking a lot. Also baking. Also eating raw cookie dough. Have a lump in my tiny freezer space now. Chris finished my milk so I don't have to drink it, sweet. Potatoes can wait. Mystery vegetables should arrive when I get back.
Going to my grandmother's on Tuesday, still need to do first laundry since Donner and pack. Will explore books, typewriter, attic, dustprints on creaky attic stairs, steal neighbah wiyahless, bake her a pie that hopefully she won't complain too much about, it was carrot-potato souffle (has orange juice in it; my mom drinks that), hopefully see my mom's blonde Catholic friend who doesn't know when to stop having kids as well as her menagerie of offspring, hopefully do the Freedom Trail at last, hopefully take the T into town and wander about, possibly do something random with Akiva and whoever else, probably go to old people gazebo concert, maybe go to boring senior center dinner/movie, have to listen to her tell me how wonderful my asshole slacker brother is, not have to go to mass!
Will draw again, but have of late been unmotivated. Kind of wish month of July would just foreshorten and disappear entirely, because in the great scheme of things, what does July 2008 matter? I will continue to work for the matsci office, I will wake up at a time that makes for awkward outside-of-bathroom-door or in-the-kitchen encounters with the roommate who doesn't seem to like me, I will take 211, I will cook strange things, I will drip with sweat in heat and rain in rain, I will keep dancing, I will write officer bios and finish my drawings and lame-ass painting, I will hang out with people who are now back, I will turn 19, I will maybe ride a bike, nothing terribly exciting. I am not too excited about July because everything seems once again rigid and the school year is closing in. Might as well just start the semester already. My summer has lost its wide windows of possibility.
Study abroad meeting was an uninformative and congenial as most meetings with CMU staff tend to be. Filled out a form for them, just showing interest and getting in the system.
I was in my high school AP French classroom, taking a listening exam. The passages were moving pretty quickly. I had expected them to repeat. Filling in bubbles with headphones on, conversations entre amis, invitations to the patinoire, everything all well and normal. Suddenly I get video. And am surprised to hear some English mixed in. A Frenchman is very angry at an obese American businessman, shouting in a mélange of the two languages. I'm thinking, this is a strange passage to test on. Also, why is my vision panning, as if it were a camera?
The French guy blusters angrily for a bit about fat lazy Americans, fat tycoon just standing there, then starts a bit of a scuffle, flailing with clenched fists at the man, who drops his briefcase, kicking off his fedora, tugging on his tie, screaming obscenities. Then he shoots him in the head, stabs him in the side, pops off the buttons of the man's suitjacket with his knife, anally rapes him through a slit in his rotund pinstripe suit, and proceeds to further desecrate the corpse with tooth and nail, finally spitting on it and storming down the alley. A pigeon wanders past, and I wake up.
Been cooking a lot. Also baking. Also eating raw cookie dough. Have a lump in my tiny freezer space now. Chris finished my milk so I don't have to drink it, sweet. Potatoes can wait. Mystery vegetables should arrive when I get back.
Going to my grandmother's on Tuesday, still need to do first laundry since Donner and pack. Will explore books, typewriter, attic, dustprints on creaky attic stairs, steal neighbah wiyahless, bake her a pie that hopefully she won't complain too much about, it was carrot-potato souffle (has orange juice in it; my mom drinks that), hopefully see my mom's blonde Catholic friend who doesn't know when to stop having kids as well as her menagerie of offspring, hopefully do the Freedom Trail at last, hopefully take the T into town and wander about, possibly do something random with Akiva and whoever else, probably go to old people gazebo concert, maybe go to boring senior center dinner/movie, have to listen to her tell me how wonderful my asshole slacker brother is, not have to go to mass!
Will draw again, but have of late been unmotivated. Kind of wish month of July would just foreshorten and disappear entirely, because in the great scheme of things, what does July 2008 matter? I will continue to work for the matsci office, I will wake up at a time that makes for awkward outside-of-bathroom-door or in-the-kitchen encounters with the roommate who doesn't seem to like me, I will take 211, I will cook strange things, I will drip with sweat in heat and rain in rain, I will keep dancing, I will write officer bios and finish my drawings and lame-ass painting, I will hang out with people who are now back, I will turn 19, I will maybe ride a bike, nothing terribly exciting. I am not too excited about July because everything seems once again rigid and the school year is closing in. Might as well just start the semester already. My summer has lost its wide windows of possibility.
Study abroad meeting was an uninformative and congenial as most meetings with CMU staff tend to be. Filled out a form for them, just showing interest and getting in the system.
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Date: 2008-06-21 02:08 pm (UTC)ps i still have 1/2 dozen cookies for you...need you to take them so I stop eating cookies for breakfast