I purposely slept through my alarm this morning realizing that my mom would get me up if I did. Call me lazy if you will, but I realized I set it way too early. I would have been ready for the day so early that I would have just been sitting around waiting to leave. I had a good dream last night, but I can't remember anything about it whatsoever, so I'll just accept the fact that it was nice.
The only class I had today was math from 7:20am to 8:50am. You could tell that the teacher had finished the lecture by about forty minutes into the class, but she just dragged it out because I think she has a personal goal to keep us there until our time is up. Don't get me wrong, I will do well in this class, but she is immensely dull. I really can't think of a teacher I've met in my lifetime so boring. She looks uncomfortable to be up there, like a timid high school student giving a presentation to the class. I don't mean to bag on her, I thank her for doing her job and letting me take her class etc. I just wish it wasn't so painful. I was in there with a strong urge to cough,, feeling miserable, half the class falling asleep, and I can't explain how restless I was getting.
One good thing came out of that class. Out of my boredom, I drew a large letter "A" on the back of each of my hands. Every time I see the "A" I will tell myself I'm awake. It is supposed to be great for practicing lucid dreaming. I actually Googled lucid dreaming and I got a pretty good search result, so I'm going to give a bunch of those techniques a shot. I might try techniques that don't vary too much simultaneously.
The college isn't too far from my mom's work, about fifteen minutes or so, so I decided to walk over instead of waiting around for her to pick me up. I blasted that one Darren Styles song that Janik showed me, along with some Eve 6. I danced, drummed, played the air guitar, and sang it up. There were even a few leg sweeps in there. At one intersection I even high fived a dude in his car as I crossed. There were many leg sweeping spins to be had as well.
I arrived at my mom's work and she had this plate of honey the combs still in tact I believe. It came with a side of crackers and it was mega addicting. I got bored fast and was bothering her a bit, so after a small amount of socializing with her co workers, I decided to go out and get something to eat. While walking, I spotted a curving airplane trail, like he was trying to start a circle. I waited for him to straighten out, but he never did. I smiled. I also got the chance to high five yet another car as I crossed the street. Both people today were smoking. I got into the parking lot and high fived a third person for the day. This dude was stoaked. He was about my age, so once we got into Jack in the Box we sat down together for lunch. His name was Lyle. We just chatted a bit about PCC and went our separate ways. It was nice.
I apologize to any readers if I seem sporadic today, but I do my last drive to LA today and I only have about ten minutes before I give up the rest of my day to said task.
Random thought: I wouldn't mind being called a cracker by someone who isn't white. Especially if it was in a playful sense. It seems like something I'd laugh at if anything.
I got back into my mom's work and got bored really fast again, so before I started doing a lot of my writing for today, I decided to play with her tortoise named Stretch. Apparently he can get himself out of the predicament of being upside down. At least she tells me he's done it. I took him out and let him wander around the work building, saying "hi" to her co workers and following the brave little adventurer as he went.
I'm pressed for time still and I would not like to forget anything, so when I put the tortoise away, I began to type. While I've been sitting here though, this large Mexican man named Felipe came in with a request for my mom to take care of something for him. He is quite the jolly Mexican and he had some pretty well groomed gray hair. Something about his slightly droopy gut and his large smile made me smile really big and give my mom a thumbs up as he left.
I think that's it until tonight. Oh hey, 11:30am on the dot. How convenient ^.^ Until tonight then, I'll get back to you two or three viewers tonight!
Speaking of which, I didn't miss my alarm at all today. It felt wonderful. So wonderful.
Now for my somewhat uneventful trip to LA. On the drive there Angel by Jack Johnson came on twice in a row. I smiled. I had driving trouble when I reached the city because it's just mad there. It's also disgusting. I really really dislike LA. I ended up talking to myself while driving because I was nervous around their drivers. Once I got to the parking garage safely, I realized how much it screeched. It was fun, but annoying too. I helped everyone tear down their booths and my "boss" won a raffle for a seven day all expense paid trip to Hawaii. I'm a little jealous, but something like that almost seems overwhelming. On my way to get the car, the convention center being almost empty by now, I ran down two up escalators. Oh I love doing that. It's a quite a...thrill would probably be a good word there. Other than that, I stole an abandoned loaf of bread that my "boss" was going to throw away and not bring home.
I've been practicing lucid dreaming all day, I tried to explain it to a few people, but I think they think I'm crazy. They're probably right. Oh well. I've had those two capital "A's" on my hands all day and I've been using them to remind me that I'm awake. Let's see how tonight goes. I'm super excited.
On the way home I listened to this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wtZtg9V0XM. I found it based on the CD with that one Outta My Head song that Janik gave Todd. It makes me want to bob my head back and forth like a happy camper. It also makes me want to play DDR. I don't know how I managed to follow Sandy most of the way with the way she kept bailing on me and changing lanes, but somehow we made it to Cheesecake Factory. She got me an appetizer because I was afraid that if I ate too much I might get sleepy. She also got me a really good cheesecake to take home. My brother and I ate it later and couldn't stop talking about how bomb it tasted. (Man this cough I have sucks! D:)
I also had a lot of trouble parking today. I didn't do anything wrong per se, but I had some really close calls on my parking jobs. People said I was fine, but it sure didn't feel that way. I dislike parking in parking garages, parallel parking, and parking to the right. All of which happened today. The the first and the third mentioned instances were the the sketchiest.
The sky was super clear tonight. I could see lots of stars and Orion made a point to make me smile. He was pointing at something familiar, but it was guarded by a treeline and other things. I was still pleased to see him as always, ever since we've been properly introduced.
I thought about Jessi a lot today. Well, more than usual. I thought about things shes told me and how I miss her. I spun at least twenty times today, and small things kept reminding me of her, like a German couple cruising the convention center, German-ing it up.
At one point, on my way back, I turned off the music and prayed. I think I prayed for a good ten or fifteen minutes. I was repetitive where I wanted to be and it just flowed so well. I feel like it was one of the better talks I've had with the Big Man. I like to call God, Big Man, when I pray. I feel like it is more personal, more relationship sounding, more endearing. Criticize me if you will, but it's just something that helps me just talk to him. The praying usually comes naturally at that point. I'm a bit afraid to say it in group prayers, but at the same time I feel like it might aid in its own way.
Man this cough is breaking me down at this point. I'm going to go get some medicine, get some sleep, and try to practice some lucid dreaming. have school bright and early tonight. Goodnight dear blog, I'll be sure to pick you up tomorrow as I have been doing.
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