Monday, May 21, 2007

I should keep a dream diary

Every time I'm in the middle of some heavy work schedule, I have crazy crazy dreams. My first semester of law school during finals period, I had a nightmare about the Model Penal Code. The actual lines of the code were attacking and smothering me. I felt like I had to get it off of me! Mostly asleep, I got up out of my bed, tore all of my clothes off, and went back to sleep. Take that Penal Code! I felt 100% better. However, I was a little confused in the morning when I woke up naked.

This semester, before my Property final, I dreamt that we were under attack. Who's we? I have not a clue. But I'm pretty sure some people from my section were there. Who was attacking us? I can't even remember, but I do know that they sent hawks to carry out their evil plan. The bastards. I remember running through the street as people were snatched up by the giant birds. They were taken away - never to be seen again. That sounds like a dream I should analyze....

Anyway, I have barely left my house in almost a week. I eat incomplete meals. I can hardly carry on a conversation because I feel distracted and I can't focus on what I was saying. I don't sleep well, and random crap makes me laugh uncontrolably. Could this be love? No, I am working on the law review competition and am slightly delirious. (yes - law review - no caps. I did it on purpose. thanks.) And Saturday night I dreamt that footnote 18 was poisonous. Yes, poisonous, and if I touched footnote 18, I would become ill.

What's gonna happen when I grow up and have real work every day?

Friday, May 04, 2007

The Friendly Neighborhood Hobo has gotten too friendly

Ok, it was nice at first to hear "Keep working hard, sister." and "How's your day been?" etc. But the other day my friendly neighborhood hobo (the one who's always outside of CVS) reached his arm out in what seemed like the offering of one of those one-arm-hugs, but evolved into an arm pat as I dodged out of his grasp.

I am not a hug-y person in general. My friends know that it took several months of pretty much daily exposure to them before I became comfortable with exchanging hugs. I am surely not up for a hug from the neighborhood hobo. wtf.