[ famous? ... only with god ]
i had a dream last night. that i failed 9th grade biology... repeatedly. everytime it got harder and harder. by the end i was scribbling calculus with a crayon on white bedsheets, and drawing rocketships around physically hot pictures of the sun. the questions were really cool though. i could actually make out the words. but it was more like i drank them. i saw the words and understood the question, without actually reading anything... i think. maybe i never actually got the question, but just made something up. nonetheless, my grey-haired teach was never quite happy with my handiwork. she kept saying, "ian, it's simpler than it seems." but i'd just stick out my tounge a little more and integrate in sea-green smudges... like always. :)
oh yeah, i guess i'll goo to seattle for the fourthajuli. alan has invited me most forcefully, and i do want to see it. maybe tell him that too... unless other ideas bloom. |
