First day of school
Aug. 25th, 2003 02:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deliriumcrowIt's just now failing to be mornign and I've been up since before it was light. Gar. I hate mornings, too.... Have to fine a micro as well to pop some corn fo rlunch, and hope that I can find my ID card when I get home. Because if I can't I can't get books. So as it's gone so far, I've been to one class, at 9. I like it so far, it's pre-Beowulf to Milton, and looks to be rather amusing. H'es putitng everything into historical context, starting today with the history of the Roman occupation and Old English literature as the literature of an occupied people. Unfortunately, I have a reading due tomorrow out of the $50 text that I can't get until the dispersments go through, or alternately until I can find the ID card and put money on it. More expensive that way, but whaatever. And then I went to the bookstore to collect ISBNs so I can order books at the store for less money. And found that E Follett changed all the ISBNs on all the books so they could charge more for them. Bastards. And then went to student accounts, got some forms, and found that I can't put a new ID on the account I have, I have to pay for it. Gar. ANd these are probably the slowest computers I've ever seen. Slooooooooow. It' won't load pictures, and it barely gets to the next page in under two minutes. Feh. Have to find the goo dcomputers here, even Albany had decent ones in the library.
So notes to Remy, since there's no other way to reach you, as I hesitate to imagine just how quickly the computer would explode if I even thought of installing AIM (not that I could. I can't get to the AOL site.) I left my coffee out. In the blue Gloria Jean's cup in the living room, if you could put it back it won't smell bad and I'll still be able to drink it. And could you please, please try to rip the house apart so I can have the ID? I *really* need it. Desperately.
And I had in the brief time I was asleep, a rather disturbing dream. Remy and I were living in the apartment that Avery and I used to share in CO Springs, but the windows were all open and the whole place filled with leaves and cobwebs and very dark, in that brown-green-nature is taking things back sort of way. Everything was surrounded by trees. I was in one of my SCA dresses, Remy was in something vaguely Edwardian. I think. It was old at any rate. Tiger, my brother's looong tiger cat was there, and my mother tried to pick him up to put him in the car (from the 1930s, it seemed) and he was fighting her, very unusual for him. He was a sweet cat when he lived. She noticed that Tiger was foaming a bit at the mouth, and thought he was rabid. An old man, presumably a vet, came and chopped off his head, and took the body to test for rabies, leaving his head, which soon rotted away to nothing but bone, grinnign out of the ditch at us, and I was trying to figure out why he would have come back, rabid, from the dead. About an hour later the alarm finally rang.
I rahter hope that isn't some sort of omen, though I fear it might have been. Of what I could not say. But it has that feeling that one associates with the symbols of a tarot reading.
Not mornign anymore, it seems. I think I'll have to go and hunt down something with which to make a lunch. And ponder the dream some more, or alternately, forget it.
So notes to Remy, since there's no other way to reach you, as I hesitate to imagine just how quickly the computer would explode if I even thought of installing AIM (not that I could. I can't get to the AOL site.) I left my coffee out. In the blue Gloria Jean's cup in the living room, if you could put it back it won't smell bad and I'll still be able to drink it. And could you please, please try to rip the house apart so I can have the ID? I *really* need it. Desperately.
And I had in the brief time I was asleep, a rather disturbing dream. Remy and I were living in the apartment that Avery and I used to share in CO Springs, but the windows were all open and the whole place filled with leaves and cobwebs and very dark, in that brown-green-nature is taking things back sort of way. Everything was surrounded by trees. I was in one of my SCA dresses, Remy was in something vaguely Edwardian. I think. It was old at any rate. Tiger, my brother's looong tiger cat was there, and my mother tried to pick him up to put him in the car (from the 1930s, it seemed) and he was fighting her, very unusual for him. He was a sweet cat when he lived. She noticed that Tiger was foaming a bit at the mouth, and thought he was rabid. An old man, presumably a vet, came and chopped off his head, and took the body to test for rabies, leaving his head, which soon rotted away to nothing but bone, grinnign out of the ditch at us, and I was trying to figure out why he would have come back, rabid, from the dead. About an hour later the alarm finally rang.
I rahter hope that isn't some sort of omen, though I fear it might have been. Of what I could not say. But it has that feeling that one associates with the symbols of a tarot reading.
Not mornign anymore, it seems. I think I'll have to go and hunt down something with which to make a lunch. And ponder the dream some more, or alternately, forget it.
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