This Place

I have no desire to purchase any new cds lately. It has been at least two weeks now, I swear. It is a strange feeling. For the past two nights. I have just listened to my window's media player library on shuffle, and it has been lovely. I have an awesome music collection. I should enjoy it for a while before it gets out of control.

Sarah got home today. It was great to see her again. I hope she's feeling happier these days.

I forgot about Jazz rehearsal afterschool (on a halfday. WTF?), so I walked home and took a nap for two hours instead.

I dreamed that there was this old british lady in our kitchen, and she had stacked up this wall of tin cans which made noises that sounded like a human voice when she hit them. She then proceded to serenade me and my father with a pop song. She was wearing one of those bowl-shaped hats, and had grey bob-shaped hair down to her neck. I have no idea who she is, but I think she might be a co-op customer. After that, I dreamed that I was playing a platform-style video game where my character had to climb up a lot of ladders, but the ladders looked like railroad tracks.

So analyze that!

We did parent-teacher interviews. Nothing but good things =D
And then I worked for 4 hours. I don't work again until Saturday.