January 20, 2002 :: 3:09 p.m.
my weird car dream and things
I had a driving dream last night. I was on the highway, and when I looked down at my gas gauge, I saw that I really needed gas. It was kind of disconcerting, because the E was where the F is supposed to be. In my car, at least. I got off at the first exit I came to, which was Chillen Street. I knew that it was in Harrisburg, but in reality there is no Chillen Street exit. There isn't even a Chillen Street. As soon as I started going down the exit ramp, I was like, "Shit! I shouldn't have gotten off here," because I had no idea where I was. I managed to find a gas station eventually, but by that time my gas gauge was miraculously back to full. I thought that maybe it was just so out of gas that the needle went back to the beginning (ha), so I was going to go to the gas station anyway. But I couldn't. I waited and waited for an opportunity to drive across the street, but cars and pedestrians and people on bikes kept getting in the way. I woke up before I got to the station.
So that was kind of weird. If I were the kind of person who put much stock in dream interpretation, I'd be wondering what in god's name it meant. I remember feeling very panicked about something the entire time, most probably the fact that I was going to run out of gas. Or that I was lost. Or that I'd never get to the gas station. Yeah. I'm a big fat ball of fear, I am.
In other news, I beat the Fire Temple, and I'm now in the Ice Cavern. Oooooh. I stayed up until about 3:30 trying to beat Volvagia, but he kept kicking my ass so I just stopped. I took forever to fall asleep last night. I layed in bed for over an hour before I finally dropped off. The culprit? My overactive cranial region, of course. My thoughts wouldn't quiet themselves, no matter how fiercely I demanded it. Blah.
My brother has his horrible friend Justin over right now. I do not like that boy at all. In fact, if I had my way I'd hog-tie him and bury him face-down in a pile of yellow snow. Or at least send him home. He's a foul little man and I hope to god that he never reproduces, because those children would be the whiniest, brattiest, rudest, most annoying imps of hell ever to be birthed by humankind.
La la la. I'm waiting for my mom to come home, so I can beg for her car. She's off tromping about in the snow somewhere, and I have no idea when she'll be back. I have nothing to do while I wait, either, so this just sucks. Maybe I'll re-read Memoirs of a Geisha or something.
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