::bgnoise:: Jason Mraz -=Curbside Prophet (live)=-
::taste:::::: Sour Apple Altoid
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I really have nothing to write about but since everyone else updates frequently I guess I'll jump on the bandwagon and do the same.

So, uhm, I've been doing this whole 'school' thing again and it really feels like I'm doing nothing. Last semester was so tough but this semester is starting off so slow. I mean yea, I have a lot of shit to do and everything but it just seems so....minimal in comparison. I have some story boards to do, I need to write up a budget and do some papers. Feels a lot like high school. The first day I walked into my English class that's the exact feeling I got. I fucking took this damned class already. Same with art history. That's just not as bad 'cause I seem to be learning new stuff in that class. As for English.....peh. Perhaps I'm just speaking too soon. English used to be my favorite subject in high school but now that I know there's so much more to learn than just the fundamentals (like English, History, Math...) those things seem to be so trifle. I wanna go back to taking classes like Protools, and Media100 (i still hate that program). I just wanna play. But I guess school isn't all just fun and games all the time. Why oh why did I pick such a boring schedule. *knock on wood*

I ran out of my room last nite 'cause I heard my dad screaming. He was having a nightmare. He gets real bad ones, almost like night terrors but without the walking about and such. So I knocked on his door and asked him if he was alrite. He was breathing heavy and sweating. He told me that he had a dream about his brother, my uncle Stanley. In his dream Uncle Stanley was being crushed between two walls. It musta scared him something aweful 'cause he woke up screaming. He's had dreams like this before. The worst thing about it is there was always some truth in his dreams. Right before mom got 'sick' (it doesn't sound so serious if i write it like that) he had a dream about her and me. I don't recall all of it but what I do remember is that there was a tsunami and we were on a bridge. The wave came and swept up my mom and he woke up screaming. When gramma died he had a shooting pain in his chest right before they found her in the bathroom. And when my Uncle Guy died my dad was just so conviniently on his way to his house. This has got to be tough on my dad. He loses his wife and his brother almost exactly one year apart. Things are weird. Maybe life does give us some sort of inkling that something bad is going to happen. I sure hope this dream doesn't mean anything, I don't know if our family could take another tsunami.

~Kori(¬_¬)