two parts of a dream

1. Something that felt like I had written myself in a short story I was writing. I am not, currently, writing the story (yet). In the bathroom sink, I was washing my younger sister's hair.

(plus other plot, character elements that I have to research and organize)

2. In the dark, I am up on my feet moving in graphic novel action...

I am kicking my brother's ass.

He is getting absolutely pummeled.

I remember, in particular, dropping an elbow on his jugular over and freaking over again. But anyway, after that, I shattered a large glass panel and... segway into the first part of the dream.

I'm sorry, it doesn't really... I'm sure that left you very unsatisfied. It's the weekend, what do you want from me? I can't believe I slept as hard as I did just now. It was practically straight to REM. I missed the faculty recital where a friend was going to play a little bit-

Okay, my NW friend just called and got me four tickets to Terror Texts on Thursday. And the theatre kids have rehearsal, so... if you mofos don't-

Okay, she just called again. Thursday. 7 30. in the MOSH pit. I'm going to need help dressing gothic and... with dance lessons. If no one wants to go, I'll probably ask my parents and the girl at home... and they don't have to.

My friend was going to play a song and I have yet to see her play except for at home, and she played very pleasant-

Okay, no my PARENTS just called and it seems I have to go and recruit one person to Korea this summer. $3,450 and $350 deposit by the end of the month. Three cross-cultural credits, staying at a University, going to a bunch of plac-

I'm sorry, I'm plugging the program. Getting some bitchin' photos and having city life is what I'm looking forward to.

Also to plug: Punch Drunk Love, Sunday at 7 30 S108. F'freaking'sho.
Have a good weekend.