Why Did I Dream This?
April 27th, 2006 by Kris Skotheim; no comments
So it turns out that Jesus had children with Mary and their descendants are the citizens of Colnagie, a town in Madrid.
Peugeot
April 25th, 2006 by Kris Skotheim; no comments
I had Courtney’s bike at the ASUW bike shop and I used a special tool to raise the seat that somehow made the entire bicycle conform to my dimensions. It fit me.
creeeeep
April 24th, 2006 by Alexa Seidl; no comments
i am at some sort of wet party. everything is made of light wood. in the different parts of the large room there are different groups of people. i am at the top of some stairs, in a bridge-like hallway that’s very narrow. i’m sitting with my back against one of the walls with my feet propped up on the other wall. below the bridge, to the left, is jack walsh, nick browning, sean forsyth and pat layton. to the right, playing beirut on a pool table, is johnny campbell, colton callahan, and austin hurt. a tall, skinny blond boy (who looked a lot like chris north’s eldest brother) who is from “caleb high” is making lewd comments directed at me. i politely excuse myself and run into the arms of nick browning, who i’m hoping will protect me from the creep. he kisses me nicely, and tells me everything will be alright, and then runs after the creep. i’m very happy.
Stick to Digital
April 24th, 2006 by Ariana Rose Taylor-Stanley; no comments
I adjusted the aperture on my SLR to take a picture, but found that I had been adjusting the “tension” instead, causing a half centimeter wide strip of film to work its way out of the camera. I didn’t know how to fix this.
Really Premature Job Anxiety
April 20th, 2006 by Ariana Rose Taylor-Stanley; no comments
It was my first day working at Campaign to Save the Environment (where I am planning to work this summer). I was instructed to skim a particular book, writing down all the questions and classifying them as to their type (one type was “survey”). I did this kind of slowly, and my boss (the person who interviewed me in real life – unrealistic because that person lives in California) urged me to hurry up. At one point I took my book with me out to a beach, not bringing the paper on which I needed to record the question type, which wasn’t too big of a problem as there weren’t many questions. At the end of my day, which was an unpaid trial day, it was announced that each new employee’s skill at representing the organization would be ranked on a scale of 1 to 105. A woman approached me while I was chatting with some people and told me softly that I had been pretty good, earning a 98. I would be kept on.
(Then my dad called, waking me up three hours early. I went back to sleep.)
I was visiting an institution I was planning to attend, a cross between UW, the summer job thing, and a train station.
A nasty woman told a bystander mean-spiritedly that Nowell had smoked a cigarette right after exercising, causing a disturbance. I defended him, saying that he had been standing in the hall with me the whole time.
A while later, I was talking to the nasty woman on a cell phone. Nowell had gone away on a train. She said lots of mean things to me, but not wanting to seem rude I told her when she asked that I would not mind talking with her longer, so we had a friendly chat about unimportant things. Toward the end, a train pulled in and a girl who I knew worked at my job (probably someone else from the interview) came and sat next to me on the bench and waited for my conversation to end. I asked her if she knew who I had been talking to, and she said she did, understandingly.
Nowell had also come on the train, and I followed him into a smaller adjacent room. He had gotten a little bigger, perhaps become a combination of Nowell and JP. I said “I missed you!” and went to give him a hug, saying one of those mumbly things you say when you are about to hug someone, like “I want a hug”. He didn’t move his arms, asking indignantly, “why?”. I was a little hurt, until I realized that he probably didn’t want to hug me because he was really sweaty.
love
April 19th, 2006 by Kris Skotheim; one comment
I am in it.
Also, the person I am in love with is sitting in front of me, but I don’t remember the right half of our universe existing.
anyone&everyone@school
April 17th, 2006 by Alexa Seidl; one comment
tim and i are walking through the halls at school. when we get to mr. holland’s room (which is actually gans’ room, with mr. holland in it), tim opens the door for me and says “domo arigato.” i step in and find ariana and anna in a fistfight. the debate team is standing around, cheering ariana on (i know it is the debate team because sean and matt are there, and they are wearing their vests). they are throwing tomatoes at anna. mr. holland is wearing a bright green blazer and is egging anna on, telling her that ariana has been sewing pillows for christie. tim takes my hand, and after interrupting the fight to hug anna, we leave. the hallway is suddenly the commons, and we join david and joel at a lunch table. they are playing a card game and eating strawberries. joel invites me to play but tells tim boys aren’t allowed to play, so tim leaves. david drops a strawberry on the ground, signifying his victory.
Paper
April 17th, 2006 by Kris Skotheim; no comments
I am getting my environmental science paper back from my TA Andrew Larson. He hands it to me and the first thing I notice is how much red ink there is. I look at it a bit longer and realize that what I got back wasn’t what I turned in, but that he rewrote by hand my paper word for word, leaving space for his comments. As I am reading, I notice that many of them are positive, but a lot of the ink is just crossing out passages without any written reason. I want to turn the page to see what my score is but I am eating soup with my fingers and I don’t want to get food on the pages. I know the score has to be something out of 63, which does not strike me as odd.
(in reality, I do in fact have an environmental science paper due today)
bex&sex
April 12th, 2006 by Alexa Seidl; 4 comments
i greeted alex fermanis as he returned from france. he was wearing a bright red t-shirt and royal blue elton john sunglasses. the colors may have been switched, i don’t exactly remember.
sean fraga drove me up to a cabin in his taxi on a snowy mountain where i was greeted by paul debarros. the plan was that we were going to have sex (paul and i). for some reason we didn’t, but had a very intense hug-goodbye.
(interesting side-note: in the 20 or so sex dreams i’ve had in my life, i’d have to say 14 of them were about paul debarros. i’ve never touched him in a sexual manner in real life, nor do i plan to do so. WTF?)
Object Permanence
April 11th, 2006 by Ariana Rose Taylor-Stanley; one comment
I saw some dinosaur-like creatures off in the distance. My mother told me they were lightning. I disagreed with her – it was clear they were some sort of animal.
I climbed a very steep hill, of which I overestimated the height, in a car. At the top of the hill was one of the dinosaurs, who was a man in a patterned suit. I surreptitiously took a picture of him, of mediocre quality, to show my mother as proof that the creatures were in fact creatures and not lightning.
(I have gotten so lazy about remembering these things.)