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Well, it's 10:56, a mere 46 minutes since I awoke this morning. For breakfast I had cream cheese that expired 6 months minus a few days ago, but it had never been opened, so it's fine. Since I woke up I've been listening to Our Lady Peace. I have found and greatened my liking of this band. Unfortunately I only have two CDs of theirs(Happiness... is Not a Fish That you Can Catch, Spiritual Machines). but that will change on monday, seeing as I have $35 in HMV money that needs to be spent, and what better way than on my favourite band. Now htis is all written on papre because I'm stuck in my room studying for physics, so I have lots of time on to write. Well, it's 11:30 now, I just sprawled myself upside down on my bed and stared at things on my wall. Now it's 12:19... this us how I study... listen to music and play with anything in reach until the day's over. Repeat till day of test, where I realize I haven't studied and ask someone for a calculator program. Program is recieved, Phil's ass is saved again. Alright, I'll tell you about my dream last night... no, this morning. I've had it once or twice before but I'm not sure if it's exactly the same. I also don't remember all of it, or how one thing leads to another. Anyway, her goes: It takes place at the school(Philemon) except it doesn't look like Philemon. It's all greyish blue, and rectangular. No court yard or deviations in shape. A sort of bleak futuristic thing. The sky is grey blue, the buildings surrounding the school are the same way(and they're big buildings, not welfare apartments). People are wondering around aimlessly, murmuring to each other, some playing with big red-brown balls, but just bouncing them... like a depressed elementary school. The ground is an ugly green grass and it's very muddy. There are also many areas covered in asphalt. There is no exit to streets... just grass, mud and asphalt, walled in by buildings. In one corner, lit dark brown, asphalt ground, is a tower made of wood and brick. I climbed it and it's a very tiny tower, only about 4 feet wide, though it's quite tall. The interesting part is that it was filled with painings, by an impressionist, though I can't remember his name, nor could I make out any of the paintings, I just knew, the same way I knew the school was Philemon, let alone a school. Some how I was at the bottom of hte toewr again and I stated running, splashing mud evreywhere, no one noticing. Everything else is pretty blurry. So... the future is a depressed child hood? Nice outlook on life, huh? Well, straight from the mouth of Raine Maida, I'm "Bored again with happiness." It's 12:51. |