music: "Distance," Evan and Jaron
I don't know why but thoughts of Keebler elves keep running through my head. I had the oddest dream about the art museum. I was interviewing the lady at the desk, and our conversation was something like:
Me: What did you do before this job?
Museum Lady: I worked in a restaurant.
Me: That's interesting. What did you do there?
Museum Lady: I led tours and discussed the different art pieces.
Me: Hmm, so you have experience then. Do you have a college degree?
Museum Lady: No. None of the staff went to school.
Me: Oh, alright. Well, what's your favorite piece in the museum?
Museum Lady: Well, there's this -- oh wait. Look over there at that group of children! The middle one is my long-lost bastard child! She was kidnapped two years ago and I haven't seen her since! (Runs off)
Me: Wait, so you're not going to tell me what your favorite piece is?
So odd. I have the weirdest dreams. Two nights ago I was on a Greyhound bus bound for California with my friend Evan, and then he decides to get off somewhere in Arizona and head home to work on homework. Typical. Then I got off the bus too, into this subway station, where I get trampled by thousands and thousands of ROTC students marching. It felt like the running of the bulls. The next thing I know I'm above ground again drinking a tropical fruit slushie with the cast of Friends in some trendy art joint.
I have nothing to say about this except that I cannot account for the insanity. I really should be doing my homework right now. The only thing I have left to do is my report on the art museum. /irony.
I ate a salad at Chick-fil-a yesterday with my chopsticks. Woohoo! I think that's my crowning achievement thus far. I am improving a lot with my chopstick skills. And plus, fewer and fewer people give me odd looks now that I've mastered looking like I eat with them all the time, and Jenn finally stopped laughing every time I pull them out of my purse. See, America can be cultured into anything.
I had to laugh when I read that our Prisoners of War in Iraq are eating better than our men on the front lines. Whoever voted for Bush should be hiding right now, because if you admit to having done it, I will personally hunt you down and kill you. Not to sound threatening or anything, I mean this truly in the most democratic and peaceful sense. It's not my fault that democratic and peaceful now mean insolent and agressive. It's your fault, stupid Bush freaks.