Dec. 18th, 2008
Last night I had a dream that I was applying for a job at Quiznos. And apparently so were Harleen, Sujana, and a number of other old middle school friends. And there was only one position so I was a bit nervous about all the competition. And the guy conducting the interviews was Mr. Stewart (my English teacher). I had to fill out forms and such. And there was some sort of incident with the forms that I cannot recall clearly but I basically had to refill my first one. So I sneakily asked Mr. Stewart for another copy and copied the information off that (sneaky because for some reason I wasn't supposed to do that but I can't remember why anymore).
I don't know. Apparently it's my life's ambition to work at Quiznos. Weird subconscious.
I don't know. Apparently it's my life's ambition to work at Quiznos. Weird subconscious.
Stop it, stop it NOW.
Dec. 18th, 2008 08:29 pmDo you know what the problem is with covering poetry in English class? You get stuck in the analysis mindset and you start identifying motifs in YOUR LYRICS.
DDDDDD= I do not want to analyze TAI, okay? I want to listen to the pretty music and not think very much at all.
I need to go do a brain purge right now. Maybe I'll re-read Twilight.
DDDDDD= I do not want to analyze TAI, okay? I want to listen to the pretty music and not think very much at all.
I need to go do a brain purge right now. Maybe I'll re-read Twilight.