2002-06-22   12:09 a.m.

art was driving a tractor. that was one of the really weird parts. last night i had this dream that all of my fellow 2002 imsa graduates and i were sophomores again, but i think i was the only one aware of the situation, because a lot of the other people acted like they barely knew me/each other. well here's the chronology:

my classmate and second semester senior year math table partner (the last of the three a's: angela andrew art), art wqelkjaslkvjdsalkgj (pronounced voy-toe-vitch, i believe), drove up in a green tractor and parked in the parking lot. i'm not sure what i was driving, but i can assume not a tractor since i was laughing at art's means of transportation. i had been the first person there -- the early-bird and all -- and i think it was the first day of class sophomore year.

i don't really know what art did, but he did something that forced me to change clothes. maybe he poured something on me; i can't remember, but i remember it was his fault i had to run next door (apparently my school is a shopping mall) and hurriedly buzz through a clothing store, where i saw my brother, who commented on the sexual preference of my pink button-up shirt and dark slacks. apparently he was an imsa senior or something in dreamworld.

okay, as i'm writing this i am realizing how little i remember of the dream which was so vivid when i woke up, but i didn't have time to write my entry then, and now i've forgotten it. see, i was supposed to try and get to danny's around 2 (i made it by 2:10) so we could move rocks with a wheelbarrow and get paid well for it. after i got there we waited around for some 4 hours for his neighbor to call back to explain the job to us, but we never got called.. so i wasted the trip. well, i wouldn't say wasted, since danny and i invented a couple of new games to challenge the legendary knifeball -- "son of knifeball" and "throw footballs at each other and one guy gets a baseball bat", or "footbasedodgeball" as i like to call it. we also sparred with his stupid training weapons.

[oh, and i meant to clarify that my qualm with toejam's design is that i'm pretty sure i have some form of undiagnosed add (or, obviously, hypocondria) that forces me to (ask any of my roommates or friends) move the mouse sporadically around and select/deselect everything on the screen repeatedly, in order for me to read or think. it should be obvious how this, when combined with the javascript on-mouse background thing on toejam's diary, hinders my ability to read it.

but i do enjoy reading it :)]

but anyway, after danny's i went for dinner to sonic because that's the only place i go to eat alone (as i don't want to walk into some sit-down place alone, because my silence would make me uncomfortable and people stare when someone talks to himself), rented domestic disturbance (which i haven't seen yet, but Brytne just told me is a little hokey), and came home. i went to charleston with gibbie (brennan gibson) to go to subway, and so he and i could play the quarter machine (with the sliding table full of quaters, and you put quarters in and it drops them through the hole).

talk about an addiction.

and for future reference for any of you 18+ gamblers, lucky unicorn always pays off a lot more than lucky illusion because it's more skill-based, and in either machine the skill-stop button is for pansies.

o-o-o-ownt!

kyle

i've been hangin around this town on the corner