Mar. 3rd, 2009

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I very seldom remember my dreams, so imagine my surprise when, as I combed my hair thismorn, I looked over at my partially finished bridesmaid dress and recalled a dream I had had during the night.

I was getting ready to board the plane for Canada, giving my bags to the lady behind the desk, and then going down the long tunnel when it occurs to me that my dress is not finished. After moments of panic and wondering why I put it off so long, I realize that it's march and not time to go to Canada yet. I leave the tunnel to go home, and realize I need to go back and get my bags.  I go back and see that they are still behind the desk and am relieved that they are not on their way to Canada.  I ask for them back, and she tells me I cant have them.  It's a bit blurred from here on, but I think I got the back and got a new ticket (Mine got torn?  Like a movie or concert ticket.  I know, it makes no sense.) and all was good.

Moose, If I start having nightmares, I'm going to be a very cranky bridesmaid.

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My Victorian Lit teacher was in a mood today.  The upside of this is that she couldn't be bothered to be in class today for very long and dismissed us 15 minutes in.  Then my classmate and I went to hang out in the sun.  It is around seventy degrees outside, possibly warmer, as I was a bit overheated sometimes in my half sleeve shirt.  I would perfer that winter be winter, but when there's a chance to hang out in weather, who am I to turn it down?

My classmate is someone who I've had a class with before, and have been fond of, but in Victorian Lit, and especially today, I've had the pleasure to discover that we share some of the same loves, including Harry Potter.

Now that I'm inside, my sore throat that had faded away in the warm sunlight is back.  Sad.


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