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so here's some weird shit. i had this dream about hanna last night. she's walking past me in some tunnel or some shit and then the tunnel becomes so small that we have to basically squeeze past each other to get by. we don't do anything, but we're touching and staring at each other. then her mom is right around the corner, and i'm freaking out because i don't want her to think i'm hitting on her daughter. it was pretty intense. fuck.
anyways, the kids are at the tables when i get in the building. i'm not in 100 for more than 10min when tina asks me to help out connie with the display cases. it takes me a good 30 minutes to get everything up... i don't realize until very late that she wanted them up so that the "fund allocation people" could see the sort of projects that all their spending has helped to create. shit. after i'm done i don't do much of anything in class. fuck.
we take the usual smoke break a little later today. 12pm. it's still chilly out, but the sun is shining. jeanne tells nick, brandon, and me about the thrifted wedding dress she bought at some joint in aurora. she's gonna wear her fucking harley boots underneath! the greatest thing of all is that she has a great chance of winning prom queen. that would be superb! they leave and i wish them a great weekend. i'm a little sad because jamie didn't show up today.
in 204 i downloaded a shitload of bjork images. over 100 for god sakes. stephanie seems a little distant. eh, tired probably. stephanie asked what restaurant she should go to with her boyfriend this weekend. she does not want to try anything too exotic. argh. can't help her. she's been to heaven on seven, so i tell her to just go back there. cathy freaks me out in class today, when she can't find my zip disk. i nearly die from the fear of losing all my projects. thankfully, she found it. whew. i don't know what happened, all of a sudden class was over.
pops and i went over to belmonte's store when i got home from school. dan had a rough printing of the balaoan book. it looked great. we gave him the final corrections, and hopefully it will be ready to go tomorrow. all i know is that the drive from algonquin to schaumburg fucking sucks. shit. pops nearly fell asleep driving home.
so here's some weird shit. i had this dream about hanna last night. she's walking past me in some tunnel or some shit and then the tunnel becomes so small that we have to basically squeeze past each other to get by. we don't do anything, but we're touching and staring at each other. then her mom is right around the corner, and i'm freaking out because i don't want her to think i'm hitting on her daughter. it was pretty intense. fuck.
anyways, the kids are at the tables when i get in the building. i'm not in 100 for more than 10min when tina asks me to help out connie with the display cases. it takes me a good 30 minutes to get everything up... i don't realize until very late that she wanted them up so that the "fund allocation people" could see the sort of projects that all their spending has helped to create. shit. after i'm done i don't do much of anything in class. fuck.
we take the usual smoke break a little later today. 12pm. it's still chilly out, but the sun is shining. jeanne tells nick, brandon, and me about the thrifted wedding dress she bought at some joint in aurora. she's gonna wear her fucking harley boots underneath! the greatest thing of all is that she has a great chance of winning prom queen. that would be superb! they leave and i wish them a great weekend. i'm a little sad because jamie didn't show up today.
in 204 i downloaded a shitload of bjork images. over 100 for god sakes. stephanie seems a little distant. eh, tired probably. stephanie asked what restaurant she should go to with her boyfriend this weekend. she does not want to try anything too exotic. argh. can't help her. she's been to heaven on seven, so i tell her to just go back there. cathy freaks me out in class today, when she can't find my zip disk. i nearly die from the fear of losing all my projects. thankfully, she found it. whew. i don't know what happened, all of a sudden class was over.
pops and i went over to belmonte's store when i got home from school. dan had a rough printing of the balaoan book. it looked great. we gave him the final corrections, and hopefully it will be ready to go tomorrow. all i know is that the drive from algonquin to schaumburg fucking sucks. shit. pops nearly fell asleep driving home.
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