I could update every day if I wanted to--stop laughing, I could! But a lot of days, nothing really noteworthy happens to me and/or I can't think of any good subject to talk about for a lengthy amount of time. But luckily, both of the aforementioned items have found their way into my pea brain, so here I go.
Yesterday, my roommate Erin and I went north about a half hour to this town called (I think) Moraga to work at a basketball game at St. Mary's College. We got paid $45 to rip people's ticket stubs at the door for two hours. We even got a break. Talk about a cake job. So yeah, that was cool.
Then on the way home, we stopped in Berkeley to shop for awhile. There was a very impressive poster store--posters of movies, art, music, you name it... I wanted to find a Keith Haring for Joci but alas, there were none left. I oohed and ahhed over the Monets, the Van Goghs, the Renoirs--hell, all of the impressionist painters. I just love them. It's especially exciting to see those of Monet's garden and bridge, because in Summer '95 I went to France and walked on that bridge and through that garden. (Tangent Alert) And you know, one of the coolest things we did in France was me and a couple of other girls snuck out of this castle tour and went through this gate to this huge garden. Huge is an understatement. It was a garden of gargantuan proportions under a clear blue sky on what might have been the most perfect day God had created. Maybe we were magically transported back to the 1500's and I just didn't know it. The three of us laid in the garden for over an hour and nobody spoke. We just looked and listened--I hate to say this because it sounds so cliched, but it really was magical. Until we got yelled at for leaving the group, that is. :) Good Lord, where was I? Oh yes, impressionist painters.
So anyway, after we left the poster store, we went to Rasputin's, a huge music store with a pretty big used cd's section--they had Kriss Kross and Young MC for only $3.95 each, I kid you not! I bought the new Dave Matthews/Tim Reynolds cd and am listening to it now. It takes some getting used to, but it's good. We met Erin's friend Eryn in Rasputin's (and then ran into Andria...hehe just kidding) and we walked up and down the streets for awhile, checking out the street vendors, and every once in awhile, passing a hippie on the street who needed money "for weed, I won't lie!" Yeesh, get a job people. Some girl was like "You girls need pipes? No? Ok, right on!" It was quite an experience. Kind of like the Furthur Fest, but stretched into one longass street. We went to a store appropriately called T-shirt Orgy. That was really amusing--three floors of pretty much every t-shirt ever made probably. They also sold pasta that looks like boobs! It was random.
After shopping, we went to dinner and I got possibly the worst bowl of French Onion soup ever served to me. But it had really good wheat bread served with it..hmmm. After dinner, we went to this drug paraphernalia/smoke shop/sex toy store. You know the type...or maybe you don't. In Ohio we have them. They're called "The Shed." I don't even remember what this one was called..some long word starting with an A. I bought a pack of cloves...they didn't have Bali Hai :P so I bought Splash, which I hear is similar to Bali Hai. I know you care. Erin and Eryn bought stickers that said "420" in the shape of a smiley face. So easily entertained, those two.
Then we went home...after which things get pretty boring. Basically, Erin, Christy, Cheryl and I watched "Scream", half of SNL, and "Romy and Michele's High School Reunion" and then fell asleep.
So now we come to Part II: Soft news
In Journalism, we learned that soft news is any story that could be told at anytime and neither help nor hurt the immediately important news...like a timeless piece. Well I wouldn't call what I'm about to share a timeless piece. Just something that's been entertaining me for the past couple weeks that I thought I would share.
My dreams.
Some people have dreams that can be explained or interpreted or at least they could bullshit their way through an interpretation. Not me. Mine are completely random and more often than not--ridiculous.
On October 14th, I transcribed a dream to Joci. Here it is:
"there was like a water park in my backyard and my sister and i went on one ride and i remember seeing bridget [alison's friend] there and karen, mary and suever [BG friend] also. so anyway, we're going on rides and whatnot and there was somewhere we needed to be--only i can't remember where it was. so for some reason, we were taking my explorer and *i* was driving it. hehe. so we're driving along the expressway and mary is saying how if she was driving in my end of town, she'd be lost and i was bragging about how i knew where everything was and just then we missed our exit so i tried to make a sharp turn but i ended up crossing like 5 other lanes instead and everyone was screaming. so finally we get onto this road and none of it looks familiar. i was like "don't worry, the car isn't scratched up, we'll just call home and tell them we got lost and ask for directions" so we stopped off at this little convenient store and got out of the car and noticed it was like in the shadiest part of town. there were scary people everywhere and it looked like it was getting dark. so we decided to drive along for awhile until we found a better part of town. so we get back in the car and i'm driving along only the car is going about 3 miles an hour b/c i guess it was damaged during the lane change. :-) then there is this guy running and he's totally following our car and he looked sooo scary so instead of trying to lose him, we stopped and asked if he knew how to get to wherever we were going. he was like "yeah, sure, i'll drive you!" so he gets in the front seat and sits on my lap only i'm still driving. don't ask. so we end up on this road that is made of rocks and i'm like "this doesn't look familar at all" and he's like "it's fine!" so we drive until we get to this restaurant and then the shady guy disappears from my dream. so we went into the restaurant and ate and then skipped out on the bill only we got caught and since we couldn't pay for it, they sent us in the back to do kitchen duty. finally when the manager wasn't back there, we ran out the back door, hopped in the car and drove away. mary was then like "i know someone who lives around here" and we were like "who?" and she said "markie post, she makes chocolates" (this is where the dream gets really weird) so we were like "cool" so we broke into her house and mary showed us where she kept all of her chocolates so we're like eating them all even though we just ate (hehe) and i remember such minor details as like, she had remote controls made out of chocolate bars and instead of buttons there were m&m's and suever and i were fighting over which one was the coolest and we each took one. so we're having a jolly old time and then all the sudden mary screams "she's home!" so we dash out the back door and make a run for it, only markie post sees us and starts running after us. and in my dream, mary and suever ran SO fast, like you could never catch up to them. and karen and i were running so slow but i was still ahead of karen. so markie post catches up and grabs karen so we all have to surrender and markie post is swearing at us so badly, only right after she catches us, she gets in a wheelchair.. wtf. so she's holding suever by the hair b/c she knows her for some reason and she's making fun of her and her fiance. and she was calling all of us ugly and stuff and she was like "we're going to go back to my house and i'm going to teach you a lesson you won't forget" and we were pretty scared, hehe. so we're going down this ramp and i was so mad so i made a motion like i was going to push markie post in her wheelchair down the stairs and karen saw me and she nodded and her eyes bugged out as a way of saying "do it!" so a couple minutes later, i pushed her down the stairs and we ran away. then i woke up :-)"
Please, someone, explain that. Please.
When I was 7 or 8, I had a dream that I will probably never forget. It goes something like this:
Imagine a movie screen. It's blank. Suddenly, a McDonald's appears. It's just sitting there, fairly harmless. Then it starts spinning...slowly, then faster. It spins until it turns into a wasp. A wasp the size of McDonald's. Suddenly, we are in my old neighborhood. I'm on my bike and the wasp-the-size-of-McDonald's is chasing me. It chases me for a long time. Finally, it catches me and stings me in the back. I fall off my bike and hit my head on the fire hydrant. I woke up on the floor.
Again...what the fuck?
I wanted to write about this because I had another dream I couldn't explain for the life of me a couple days ago and now I can't remember it. I told it to Joci though, maybe when we talk, she can refresh my memory. What I think I'm going to do is dedicate a portion of the Rambler to my dreams every day that I have one. I know you're really excited, but maybe after awhile, I'll be able to figure out a pattern or something. I even read Katie's book on interpreting dreams and it didn't help.
So I guess this section really didn't have a point, but hopefully it entertained you a little bit. Especially the first dream. I love it, and I know it's long and you probably didn't read it all, so I'm giving you a second chance to go back and read it.
[......giving you a second chance.......]
Okay, in closing I want to leave you with a quote I came across the other day:
"Some women hold up dresses that are so ugly and they always say the same thing: 'This looks so much better on.' On what? On fire?" --Rita Rudner
East siders: Just chill til the next episode