I was for some reason showing Jon's parents around some city that I've never been to, like St. Louis or Philadelphia or something. I tell them to park and that we can walk down a little bit to go see something, but it ends up being that we have to go down eight floors on a large spiral ramp. I however, did not need to walk; I had a scooter. Remember those Razor scooters? Yeah. One of those. I felt pretty bad that I had forgotten how far down we had to go, and that they were walking, but whatever.

When we finally get there, I of course have no idea what to show them because I have never been there. Fortunately, they run into some old friends they haven't seen in a while and take a while to catch up. I slip of to the bathroom, except the men's and women's signs are swapped apparently, because as I open the women's door, some ten year old boy comes out. So I go in the other one, with much hesitancy, but then realized that it's actually one big room and you just go to the left or right or whatever. Totally no need for two doors.

I go into a stall but the door does not close. The toilet sticks out farther than the door. This upsets me, but whatever. Then I look over and see my laundry basket in the stall, and I freak out. How am I going to get this back to Chicago? I have completely fucked up. I have fucked up my entire life. I start crying a lot.

Because of said laundry basket, I have a completely breakdown and end up back at Highland Park Hospital. Claudette is the only person I know there, even the entire staff has changed. Very sad.

I was meeting with the new shrink and suddenly people just started streaming in, and we were both like "what the fuck?" But it turned out to be my sosc class. Sosc class + Greg. I thought he was ignoring me at first, but it turns out he just didn't notice me for a while. Then he just walked over and started talking to me during class, but I couldn't hear him.

Then some crazy old fat lady came stumbling in and said she had an eating disorder so could she please join us. My prof was like...uh, ok? Then she started complaining to the professor that she hadn't received the "course packet" and he said she needed to buy the Freud book. She scoffed at that. Then we started talking about something else and she said, "whoa whoa whoa, what the hell are you talking about? Nobody gave me that." Prof said, "you can share with someone?" She very loudly said, "Jesus, I bet we have to buy that, too. This is such bullshit."

Then Gabe rode his bike to the hospital and we spent a few minutes making fun of people with eating disorders. Then we went home.

Labels: eating disorders, greg, school

I was taking a class with Jon, civ or something, and another friend. It was the first class, but I liked it and wanted to stick with it. After class, Jon and my friend approached me. They told me I needed to drop the class immediately because the bra I was wearing made me look like I had "rubber boobs" and I could never live down the shame.

Labels: jon, rubber boobs, school

After a long exhausting (dream) day, I am lying in bed trying to sleep, but around two in the morning, my phone starts going off with some freaky ringtone, which I eventually realize means I'm getting a text message. I tried to ignore it because I really just wanted to sleep, but it wouldn't stop going off even when I turned off the phone. So I checked the text message and saw the name of the sender in all caps: WAR GODS. The message said something about paying immediate attention to some pressing situation, and it sounded like some sort of government action. I went around my house looking for people, but my mom and brother were gone.

When I came downstairs my dad was in the kitchen getting something to eat. I thought this was odd since, you know, he does not live in my house, but whatever. I was just glad to find somebody.
"Dad, I keep getting these text messages from somebody called 'war gods.' Do you know what that's about?"
"Oh, yeah. Don't worry about it. They were just freaked because it turns out I have tuberculosis and they need to quarantine the house."

I then proceeded to rattle off everything I knew about TB, from fatality rates to progression of the disease to calcium deposits in the lungs after vaccination, and wandered back upstairs to go back to bed thinking how I should email Dr. Quintans to let him know how much bio I retained.

P.S. I totally got an A for BIO topics, in real life, not even in dream life.

Labels: family, school

So I went home and visited some teachers over the course of two days.

Day 1: Visit Erfurt. Chat for a while, give him crap for not sending me pictures of Baby. Then he says, "Hey, state MAO is in two days, you want to come?"
"Sure. I think a few other kids will be home then, Joe, Alton. We can all crash the math competition, it will be entertaining."

Day 2: Visit Doc and Robb. The room is already filled with our group of kids. Joe and Alton, but also Nick, Fegerts, Tom, Sreya, and maybe others. We are all catching up, and Doc says, "Hey, state masterminds is tomorrow, you guys want to come?"
There is a general consent and everyone is pretty excited. Then I say, "Actually, I told Erf some of us might go to math state with him."
Doc replies, "Shhhhh, nobody needs to tell him anything."
Everyone else nods, I give a very confused look and wonder why the hell a bunch of college kids are so excited about going to high school academic competitions anyway.

Labels: school, vero beach