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Sunday, April 27, 2003 @ 12:13 PM

Dreaming the Possible Dream

Did you ever have the kind of morning where everything that happened the night before seems like a dream?

Yesterday, Dan and Erin and I picked up mannequins with strange heads (their names are Beeper and Fred) for our apartment. We were listening to a mix tape I had made Dan in grade school which he had recently re-discovered. We picked up a FREE futon from one of my neighbors - they were going to throw it out! It's super-comfortable, and now it's sitting in my garage, waiting for May 16, which is our expected move-in day. I took Dan to work, and then Erin and I made the trek to Dekalb. We sang our lungs out the entire way there with a brand-new mix tape. What amused me beyond belief was that one of the songs on the ancient mix tape was also on the brand-new one. My taste in music really hasn't changed much since I was in grade school.

Erin and I saw Carmina Burana, for which Josh designed the tremendously exciting lighting. Having never seen a dance concert except for Orchesis at U-High, Carmina pretty much blew my mind. Afterwards, we ate a very expensive dinner at Applebee's - there aren't many choices in Dekalb. I really enjoyed Josh's friends, especially Shelly, and it's kinda sad to know that I'll probably never see any of them again, since odd's are he's transferring to Columbia next fall.

The drive home was fun, we listened to "Songs from Musicals" and I somehow survived my killer headache. I ended up sleeping on the couch at my house instead of trying to park legally on campus and sleep in my dorm room. My mother ran me back about twenty minutes ago, and I'm going to see Midsummer around two. I'm going to try to start on the tremendous amount of work I have to do this weekend. I have waited until the absolute last minute, and can procrastinate no longer.

Okay... here I go. Work time. For def.


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