February 2006
february 13
This guy is holding me and a bunch of other girls hostage at my old house, in the shed in the backyard. He leaves us alone a lot and either we can't get out, or we're too afraid to try. It changes and I'm the kidnapper, and one of the girls stabs me in the chest with a pocket knife. It's stuck in me and I'm kind of bleeding, but not hurt enough to stop chasing the girls and trying to get them back into the shed.
february 18
There's a flood, and my family is in our garage. There are some random dogs from the neighborhood that get caught up in the water and I want to help them, but I'm more concerned about Pepé and T-Bone, so my mom says to just let the other dogs drown. I think "That's horrible!" but at that moment the puppies jump off something (a fallen tree trunk?) and my mom and I have to dive into the flood water to catch them. We do, and swim back into the garage. My dad accidentally opens the door and lets all the water out. We go into the house to see what got damaged. My mom flushes one of the toilets and all this gross stuff comes up in it. It looks like seaweed but it's black and smells terrible. She wonders how we'll be able to use the toilets now, and I say maybe we can disconnect the incoming water only, and pour fresh water into the tank ourselves, but think that this probably won't work. I go into my bathroom but don't look into the toilet, only the shower. There's no water or anything in the bottom of it. The only thing left in the entire stall is a pink razor hanging from this little storage rack.
february 21
I move into this apartment with a roommate, a guy. The apartment is literally one room, one side his, and one side mine. We each have our own bed and toilet. There's no wall in the middle and I'm worried about using the bathroom so I decide to just go ahead and do it. I'm sitting there talking to him and it takes forever before I can go pee. We hear these noises and when we look over to the wall on my side, it's a huge window with shades over it. We can see into the next apartment/room, where this older guy is sitting on his toilet. I want to close the blinds but I'm afraid if I do he'll notice, look over and see into our place. I'm at the sink washing my hands and there's all this blood. I'm trying to rinse it down the drain but it won't go. The sink is big and metal, almost soda-can shaped. The blood gets watered down to pink and finally I get rid of all of it. I'm going to dinner (Black Angus or Outback) with my grandparents but I'm worried because we have to get on the freeway. But before it's time, my parents drive me out there and we're literally on the freeway for a minute so I stop worrying. We drive to downtown Antioch to meet my grandparents. It's late in the afternoon and very bright outside. There's no one else around. My godmother is also there and freaked out about a dream she had (about Charles Manson?). I go to dinner with my grandparents, and I guess the rest of my family because we're all leaving together. My grandpa stays behind and I have to go back in the building to get him, just as he's coming out. A few of my cousins are standing on the stairwell and I ignore them. There's a busy street we have to cross to get to the car and a couple of times we almost cross too soon. It's just getting dark and all the cars have their headlights on. I'm planning a boat trip to Canada and I'm getting ready. It changes to where I'm someone else, and I'm adopted. I'm going to Canada on a trip with my biological parents. They want to take pictures with me and tell me to dress nice. My mother tells me to wear a certain blue blouse and a pearl necklace. When we get to the boat there are problems because of the adoption thing.
february 23
I'm hanging out with this guy in a mall. There are lots of press conferences going on for different TV shows. One ends and we're the first to run out into the lobby to grab a bunch of free DVD's (Sleeper Cell, others). We talk about how we're major geeks for doing this. We want to get autographs from different people going on in a music store, but I tell him to go ahead because I want to go change my shirt. Even as I'm leaving the store is filling up and I'm regretting it. I live in an apartment/dorm room in the mall, number 214A. On the way to my place I run into Teresa, who asks if she can leave a bunch of stuff in my room until later, when she can take it home. I say okay and she tells these guys carting around all these boxes to take them to my room. I'm in my room alone and trying to figure out what shirt to change into. First I try a halter, but its pattern clashes with the light jacket I want to wear. Then I try a strapless top, but the strapless bra doesn't fit right. It changes and my room is inside my house again, only the house is huge. My grandparents are there, and my grandma tells me the shirt I'm wearing (the halter, again) makes me look like a smart aleck. I go to change, and I have to leave the room while I have on a top, but no bra, so I'm walking around with my arms crossed over my chest. Gwen is visiting for the first time and loves the house. My grandma asks her if she's seen the swimming pool. I'm blogging about the guy I was at the mall with, and talking about how his doctors told him he's going to die within the year. I say that the world will be missing a great man.
february 26
I'm back in high school and waiting for class to start. Danielle and Mark are there, too. I'm talking about how I'm doing improv now and Mark asks, "Why? If you didn't then you'd only have to spend one day a week working and going to school." More people come in to class and Mark ends up leaving. There's a substitute but by the time she's ready to take roll call, Mr. Spelling comes in to do it. He walks around the whole room, stopping at each desk. Danielle and I are sitting at a table in the back, and both of us are writing in notebooks. He asks me if I'm writing in Egyptian, because my writing looks strange to him from upside-down. Danielle says her shrink told her to write in the notebook everyday, and I agree, saying my shrink even gave me some medicine to take daily. It's a light blue, cough-syrup looking stuff, and I take it out there and have some. I say "It's better than Robitussin, but not as good as Dimetapp," and then say that this is a really weird conversation to be having. The whole class leaves to go to a diner for breakfast. I order scrambled eggs, hash browns and bacon. When I finish there are only four other students left at the table: a girl across from me, and a girl and guy next to me. I have these two huge oatmeal cookies on my plate and I wrap them up in paper towels to put in my purse and take home. The girl next to me pays with her credit card and I look in my purse for cash to give her. I have one $5 and three $1's floating free in the purse, and another $5 and one $1 in my wallet. I give the girl both fives even though my meal was only $5 total. We're back at school and I'm going through the hallways. On my way, I see Peter and we wave at each other and say hi. The guy he's talking to, and another random guy in the hall, wave at me too. When I get outside I see Dana and Maria walking way ahead, and I can hear Maria talking about whether I was able to park correctly the first time or if I had to back the car out and readjust in the parking lot. I catch up to them and we joke about it, and I say I'll be able to prove I parked all right the first time when we get to the cars. I talk to them about going out to breakfast and Dana says "To the American Diner?" I'm not sure but say yes, and she's jealous. This other guy we went to school with is also walking to the parking lot, but looks younger than he should be, and someone is singing his theme song which just goes, "Randy's back, Randy's back, Randy's back..."
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