dreams
in madrid
it contained (among other things)
honestly i'm not upset about it. maybe its because my phone was charging in the lobby so i could at least call my mom. it made me realize that material things aren't important to me. mom wired me money the next day, which i promptly changed into travellers checks, and pittman and i got an emergency passport at the us embassy yesterday, so thats all settled. the barcelona police department is super sexy. i still love barcelona.
got to madrid and pittman and i went out to the bars. we danced all night and i had lots of fun. operation huwpwhtsnays is in full affect. we got back to the hostel (she lives an hour from the city so we decided to stay downtown) at 6:40am, slept til 10:30, and spent the rest of the day in the city.
last night on the train to pittmans apartment i was in a really crowded line and this guy put his hand in my pocket (which contained my phone and email addresses). i didn't know what was happening but i felt it and i punched him in the stomach, as my natural reaction. and then i looked at him and was like "oh my god i'm so sorry...wait hold on you were trying to steal from me" and he ran away. jerk. glad i hit him.
i've been having crazy dreams.
#1 - tuesday night all of them were revolving getting my shit stolen, and the weirdest one was where amanda targgart stole my purse and i was like "give it back" and she wouldn't so i was like "fine i don't want to live with you next year" and she was like "fine lets fight til the death" and then everytime i saw her she would break something glass and try to cut me with it. fucked up
#2 - wednesday night i dreamt that i was with a bunch of people on a boat and we were riding tidal waves, and one of them became that japanese painting of a huge wave that ian has the poster of, and i remember being ridiculously scared but saying over and over "be one with nature" and it ended up pushing my boat onto this deserted island, but the island had a hostel on it. but all of the rooms were either 18 or 3, and then had another number that was like 10515 and they were in random order and there were like 25 floors and you had to figure out where your room was. and everyone ever was in this dream and i think its because i saw pittman and so it reminded me of home. and then i went into this one room and i don't know if it was a recreation of something at had actually happened or what but it was me and two people who were supposed to be my grandparents (actually, my grandmother was carrie fisher of star wars fame) and we were like "hey i remember when this happened before" and they were like "look its starting" and then my mother and myself at age 4 walked into the room and i was watching it all. FUCKED UP.
hey if you left an anonymous message on my last entry who are you? lana?
it contained (among other things)
- my wallet and student id
- my passport, train and plane tickets
- my camera and ipod
- my journal (not katys, whew!) and address book
- my toothbrush and toothpaste
honestly i'm not upset about it. maybe its because my phone was charging in the lobby so i could at least call my mom. it made me realize that material things aren't important to me. mom wired me money the next day, which i promptly changed into travellers checks, and pittman and i got an emergency passport at the us embassy yesterday, so thats all settled. the barcelona police department is super sexy. i still love barcelona.
got to madrid and pittman and i went out to the bars. we danced all night and i had lots of fun. operation huwpwhtsnays is in full affect. we got back to the hostel (she lives an hour from the city so we decided to stay downtown) at 6:40am, slept til 10:30, and spent the rest of the day in the city.
last night on the train to pittmans apartment i was in a really crowded line and this guy put his hand in my pocket (which contained my phone and email addresses). i didn't know what was happening but i felt it and i punched him in the stomach, as my natural reaction. and then i looked at him and was like "oh my god i'm so sorry...wait hold on you were trying to steal from me" and he ran away. jerk. glad i hit him.
i've been having crazy dreams.
#1 - tuesday night all of them were revolving getting my shit stolen, and the weirdest one was where amanda targgart stole my purse and i was like "give it back" and she wouldn't so i was like "fine i don't want to live with you next year" and she was like "fine lets fight til the death" and then everytime i saw her she would break something glass and try to cut me with it. fucked up
#2 - wednesday night i dreamt that i was with a bunch of people on a boat and we were riding tidal waves, and one of them became that japanese painting of a huge wave that ian has the poster of, and i remember being ridiculously scared but saying over and over "be one with nature" and it ended up pushing my boat onto this deserted island, but the island had a hostel on it. but all of the rooms were either 18 or 3, and then had another number that was like 10515 and they were in random order and there were like 25 floors and you had to figure out where your room was. and everyone ever was in this dream and i think its because i saw pittman and so it reminded me of home. and then i went into this one room and i don't know if it was a recreation of something at had actually happened or what but it was me and two people who were supposed to be my grandparents (actually, my grandmother was carrie fisher of star wars fame) and we were like "hey i remember when this happened before" and they were like "look its starting" and then my mother and myself at age 4 walked into the room and i was watching it all. FUCKED UP.
hey if you left an anonymous message on my last entry who are you? lana?