Oct14-2002

October 14, 2002

My, has it been some day! Started the morning with a very nice dream. It involved me, a certain cute, tall, dark haired, fem guy who I know from Gifted and Scholar's Bowl, and a steaming hot shower. Man, was it nice. However, as we all know, you don't remember a dream unless you wake up during it. And boy did I wake up! All of a sudden, Bobby's telling me to get up, that the computer's making a weird buzzing noise. Pissed, I jump out of bed, look at the computer, and proceed to rip the power cord from the wall. Still making the buzzing noise. Must not be computer. Oh well, I just go back to bed. Five minutes later, Bobby comes back in the room and tells me that the noise is coming from my car. Damn. Being naked, i decide that the best course of action would be to throw on my house robe and go outside to take a look. Yep, the car horn is stuck. It's just sitting there, beeping for no reason. I have no idea why. I thought one of the kids next door had fallen asleep in the car when I first stepped outside. That's just the kind of thing they'd do. So I try to get the horn to stop honking. It just doesn't want to, it seems. After wrestling with the steering wheel and trying to keep my robe closed, I decided to go inside for reinforcements. I run inside, put on some pants, and get the car keys. I try turning the engine on, doesn't work. Then, out of sheer frustration (it being 5:30 and the neighbors being very angry) I start punching the steering wheeel maniacally. Guess what, it worked! My theory is that it was so cold that the plastic over the little horn button constricted (much like my naked self) and caused the horn to blow continuously.
So I make it to school. Go through the motions, 81 on sociology exam, 85 on English narrative essay (the hardest essay for me to do), get out and go meet Mary for lunch. And all this time I'm thinking about what would've happened in that shower if the damn car horn wouldn't have started blowing FOR NO REASON. Anyways, I met Mary for lunch, we ate a nice little meal at Garfields (no, they didn't think we were dating), and go about our merry little way. Mary buys a CD (the Buffy musical episode) and we spend the next hour riding around listening to the Bunnies song. You see, there's a large part of Track 2 dedicated to the evils of bunnies. They must be causing all the problems in Sunnydale. Either them, or maybe midgets...
I talked Mary into going to scholar's bowl practice with me thinking "Hey, wouldn't it just be cool if she liked it so much that she'd decide to go there and we could be a team again?" despite her adamant declaration that she would never attend good ol' Bevill State Community College, Jasper Campus. Well, after that practice, I don't blame her! Overlooking the fact that over half the team was high, and the fact that nobody was in the mood to practice, and the fact that Tiff seemed to be in a foul mood, the practice was an absolute disaster. So, yeah, Mary definately won't be playing scholar's bowl at BS. Hell, I'm second-thinking playing scholar's bowl at BS.
So now I'm home, working on my website. I still can't get that dream out of my head. I know, I'm obsessive, but it was a really nice dream. I wonder what Emily'd think about it. She did have the biggest crush on him, and we'd often argue about whether or not he's gay (generalizations are wrong, I know, but nobody with hands that slender and delicate can be entirely straight). Bobby's gone somewhere, I really don't give a damn where, and I'm just sitting here working on my website. And thinking about boys. And bunnies. Just working and thinking... boys and bunnies...

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