"Love is ambivalent," the one man says to the other.  "Oh no, my dear," the other replies, "Love is never ambivalent."  And yet, now as I sit here I begin to doubt myself.  Did Belize reply "never?"  Or did he say, "always?"  And what does that say about me?  One of the things Tony Kushner's "Angels in America" surruptitiously explores is the ( Read more... )

Strange, really. Awesome night last night. I got tired around 2:00am (way past my usual bedtime this semester thus far) and went to bed...and had this dream ( Read more... )

My dream last night was insane! I was back at school, except the dorm was more like a hotel and classes were more like competitions, but for the most part I saw, fleeting at the edges most of them, many people I know in real life. The main players of the drama, save for one, were all creatures of my subconcious. And for some reason they could ( Read more... )

Let's try something...an entry that isn't a dream!

I sat down, fully intending to actually have something of substance about which to write, but now that I'm here I have no desire to say anything. Indeed, all thoughts have left my head.

Or, at least, I could fly! In last night's dream there was a moment when I just went, "Wait a minute, Lauren, if this is your dream, you should be able to fly!" So I concentrated on it and up I went! Flying is an amazing feeling ( Read more... )

Jocelyn Dueck, my Italian Diction professor, was in my dream. And she was trying to teach me something, but I was distracted by the fact that we were in a greenhouse, and playdoh figures kept morphing into various objects, much like in a stop-action photography film. And, as always, there was that feeling, that sense that something important was ( Read more... )

I remember part of last night's dream. Amazing, I hardly ever remember dreams when cuddling ( Read more... )

Rather bizarre events of last night. It would be clearer, but for the many phone calls that interrupted me this morning. First was a call from NYU, then a text from Hank, then a call from Hank, and finally a call from my mother (which was lucky - it alerted me to the fact that if I didn't get out of bed I'd miss Writing the Essay. I'm not one to ( Read more... )

Last night's dreams were disjointed. I can't remember a plot or much of a story, but I do remember the main elements that remained throughout. I woke up several times last night - as is prone to happen when you're sharing a tiny bed - but every time I fell back to sleep I fell into virtually the same dream. Heh ( Read more... )

Well, I haven't updated in a while. I've been busy. I feel like writing lots of things about Manhattan and school and all the wonderful things I've been up to and adventures I have had, because it has been so long since I have actually written an entry in my journal. There it is, sitting on the shelf. Doing nothing. How sad. But I think it's ( Read more... )