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hummingwolf) wrote2002-04-06 02:14 pm
hummingwolf) wrote2002-04-06 02:14 pm
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(Please pardon the babbling. Long day yesterday with too much standing left me very tired. The fact that I haven't bothered to take any of my Ritalin today isn't helping any.)
At the school yesterday:
Me: Could I get a new diskette? The file you want me to save is too big to fit on this one.
Director of Education: Okay, here's another one for you... this one's going on the trash, there's nothing on it.
Me: What about the file on there called "10 Things You Love About Me"?
Bwahahaha. The reactions of all the other people in that room (instructors, head of the school) were priceless. Too bad I'm too ethical to have opened that file--I really want to know what was in there.
Unrelated ramblings: I'm still wondering about that dream two nights ago. It would make perfect sense if I'd been trying to fit into some group or other. But as far as I can tell, belonging or not belonging to any species or subset of a species has been the least of my concerns. I haven't been trying to fit into anyone's mold. I haven't been trying to convince anyone I was like them--or unlike them, for that matter. I've just been me. Sometimes me gets perceived as a weirdo, sometimes me is just the girl next door. It's all fine with me... unless my subconscious was trying to use that dream to tell me something. And why did my dreaming mind think that the best way to get on a human-hating alien's good side was to tell said alien that I am, in fact, mostly human and that I am trying desperately to fit in with humans? How does that make any sense? The special effects on those aliens were neat, though.
Still haven't managed to remember any dreams last night other than the trees full of naked frat boys. I do have the feeling that there were more trees involved.
At the school yesterday:
Me: Could I get a new diskette? The file you want me to save is too big to fit on this one.
Director of Education: Okay, here's another one for you... this one's going on the trash, there's nothing on it.
Me: What about the file on there called "10 Things You Love About Me"?
Bwahahaha. The reactions of all the other people in that room (instructors, head of the school) were priceless. Too bad I'm too ethical to have opened that file--I really want to know what was in there.
Unrelated ramblings: I'm still wondering about that dream two nights ago. It would make perfect sense if I'd been trying to fit into some group or other. But as far as I can tell, belonging or not belonging to any species or subset of a species has been the least of my concerns. I haven't been trying to fit into anyone's mold. I haven't been trying to convince anyone I was like them--or unlike them, for that matter. I've just been me. Sometimes me gets perceived as a weirdo, sometimes me is just the girl next door. It's all fine with me... unless my subconscious was trying to use that dream to tell me something. And why did my dreaming mind think that the best way to get on a human-hating alien's good side was to tell said alien that I am, in fact, mostly human and that I am trying desperately to fit in with humans? How does that make any sense? The special effects on those aliens were neat, though.
Still haven't managed to remember any dreams last night other than the trees full of naked frat boys. I do have the feeling that there were more trees involved.