My Windows partition got virused and has completely ceased functioning. Sooo now I'm back on good ol' Ubuntu and working on configuring all the things I hadn't before.
I had something interesting to blog about earlier, but I don't feel like it now.
Tuesday 27 April 2010
Sunday 18 April 2010
Thursday 15 April 2010
This was actually two nights ago
Last night I had a strange dream. I, my brother, an unidentified female and an older unidentified female worked at what was called (but only sort of resembled) a hospital. I never saw the hospital from the outside, but the inside was completely tiled with pink tiles. It was a very familiar but unusual and warm pink. The walls and cielings were also this colour. The places in between tiles were black.
I never saw inside any rooms in this "hospital" nor did I see any "patients" I was never called a doctor, but I worked there. The young female was my friend, my brother worked there on a different shift than I, and the older female oversaw us all. Our "work" seemed to consist of holding up inside of a small break room. The room had two long tables, several chairs, a water cooler and was about 20'x6' and was much to small for its contents. Three of its four walls were open on the other side to an open area where two hallways met. These walls (except for the one with the door) hand windows around them. The fourth wall was blank. We would (Me and the girl and sometimes the older woman, if she were checking up on us) get in this room with weapons and hold of waves of zombies. I wasn't ever scared, I just remember that it was long, hard work and I would get rather exasperated. We didn't always stay in the room, sometimes we would go into the open area for a little while.
I remember a few specific events inside this dream (which seemed to last forever). One event I recieved a message that someone (possibly my mother?) Wanted to see me outside of the hospital. There were still zombies around so I took a weapon with me but was very nonchalaunt about killing the few that got in my way. I went out of the room and said that I would be back soon, went left down the hall that I didn't usually see and quickly turned right into an opening that lead onto a hill and down into a valley and in the distance there were mountains. I went to the mountains, talked to the person and came back. I killed a zombie, entered the room and apologised for having to leave.
Another time I remember walking with someone through the first floor lobby of the hospital. This was also pink and it was huge and open like a mall. I don't remember what we were talking about.
Once there was a long (or, I remember it as being long) sequence of me and the girl fighting zombies and as we did so we moved out of the room and into the open area. Near the end, the Supervisor woman showed up, as did my brother who was late for his shift. Apparently because he was late, I had stayed longer and ended up being awake for twenty-four hours.
I can't remember anything else now.
I never saw inside any rooms in this "hospital" nor did I see any "patients" I was never called a doctor, but I worked there. The young female was my friend, my brother worked there on a different shift than I, and the older female oversaw us all. Our "work" seemed to consist of holding up inside of a small break room. The room had two long tables, several chairs, a water cooler and was about 20'x6' and was much to small for its contents. Three of its four walls were open on the other side to an open area where two hallways met. These walls (except for the one with the door) hand windows around them. The fourth wall was blank. We would (Me and the girl and sometimes the older woman, if she were checking up on us) get in this room with weapons and hold of waves of zombies. I wasn't ever scared, I just remember that it was long, hard work and I would get rather exasperated. We didn't always stay in the room, sometimes we would go into the open area for a little while.
I remember a few specific events inside this dream (which seemed to last forever). One event I recieved a message that someone (possibly my mother?) Wanted to see me outside of the hospital. There were still zombies around so I took a weapon with me but was very nonchalaunt about killing the few that got in my way. I went out of the room and said that I would be back soon, went left down the hall that I didn't usually see and quickly turned right into an opening that lead onto a hill and down into a valley and in the distance there were mountains. I went to the mountains, talked to the person and came back. I killed a zombie, entered the room and apologised for having to leave.
Another time I remember walking with someone through the first floor lobby of the hospital. This was also pink and it was huge and open like a mall. I don't remember what we were talking about.
Once there was a long (or, I remember it as being long) sequence of me and the girl fighting zombies and as we did so we moved out of the room and into the open area. Near the end, the Supervisor woman showed up, as did my brother who was late for his shift. Apparently because he was late, I had stayed longer and ended up being awake for twenty-four hours.
I can't remember anything else now.
Tuesday 13 April 2010
Today
I am finishing up my Senior Project which is editing the Literary Journal for this year. As I was doing so and talking to my mother, she asked me what I had submitted to the journal myself. I told her "Two things." as I wanted to avoid the subject of their actual names. "The centre spread and one other." "What are they called?" she asked. "'Hamelin,'" "Is that a poem?" "Yes." "And the other is 'On the Passing of a Young Mother and Her Unborn Child.'"
I don't remember exactly what was said, but she used that strange tone of voice she does when she thinks I'm doing something strange because she doesn't understand my reasoning. She said something about me never having experience that situation and I reminded her of Brittany. Now I am second-guessing the name of the poem.
I didn't take my medicine this morning and I got really shaky and my skin got hot when I wsa talking to her.
I don't remember exactly what was said, but she used that strange tone of voice she does when she thinks I'm doing something strange because she doesn't understand my reasoning. She said something about me never having experience that situation and I reminded her of Brittany. Now I am second-guessing the name of the poem.
I didn't take my medicine this morning and I got really shaky and my skin got hot when I wsa talking to her.
Thursday 8 April 2010
A change
Recently something has changed about me. I find myself thinking more and more of beautiful things and less about my writings. Despite this, I've been writing more recently than I have in quite a while. My senior project is almost finished and soon I'll be much more free to do as I wish with my time.
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