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I had a series of intensely vivid dreams last night, but I only remember two of them clearly. The first one involved one of the girls from our class of '05. For some reason, we ended up downstairs in my old house. In reality, a gigantic Mexican family (or group of friends) lives there now. In any case, we had a good time, but later on in the dream, she got really upset with me for some ridiculous and nonsensical reason that girls always seem to get mad at guys for. She walked away and I was left with that bitter feeling of disappointment when you want to say something to someone but never say it... which didn't fit the situation at all. After that dream, perhaps two or three dreams later, I was hanging out with my family (I think we were camping) when I saw a tornado coming from the distance. We tried to escape the tornado by driving away from it but we encountered something equally as destructive: Mt. St. Helens erupting in a horrific burst of molten lava and ash.
I still have to register for classes, I still have to talk to my roommates, and I still need to send in a picture for my university ID card. Damn. I'm too lazy...
IB scores:
6 = English, History
5 = Math (HL)
4 = Physics, German
I got a copy of the Wash U. student newspaper in the mail yesterday. There was a page in the newspaper dedicated to certain terms that new freshmen should know. One of these terms was "sexile".
Sexile:
v. To prevent a roommate from entering the shared room on account of sexual activity with a third party.
1. "I have this terrible feeling my roommate is going to sexile me again tonight..."
This got me to thinking. I have two roommates. And over the course of the year, if one's banging the shit out of some (probably drunk) sorority girl, the other two are going to be kicked out of the dorm for a long time. That will probably be a huge inconvenience. The whole concept of being "sexiled" seems ridiculous too. I personally would want some serious privacy if I were doing a girl and for me, it'd be so weird to know that your roommate's screwing some girl in the room you sleep in. I dunno. Maybe my whole mindset about it will change once I enter college. I mean, kissing, when we were in elementary school, was the whole risqué and forbidden thrill. Will sex become as commonplace (cheap and meaningless?) as kissing? Is that necessarily a bad thing? I think so, but I guess we'll see where I stand on it after the next four years.
It's good seeing old friends and acquaintances. I was driving out of downtown Bothell towards Ben's house with Cullen riding shotgun, when this guy stuck his head out of the car ahead of us in the other lane. "Who the hell is that?" I thought, and as I got closer to the car, I realized that it was Victor! I was really surprised. It was great seeing him again. Some of my favorite high school moments involved me, him and Chris Sarbora talking about nothing (usually girls) in the back of Mrs. Lowry's class during math.
Second encounter: I was driving away from Croft's house at about 1:00 am when this car drove towards me and blocked my way. The guy rolled down his window and I thought "What the hell," and rolled down my window. My first impression was that the guy was plastered. I thought I'd entertain myself (and him) with the conversation. He was a scruffy looking guy and it looked like he hadn't shaved in a while. He started talking to me and halfway through the conversation, I realized it was Andrew Dekay! That was definitely sweet.
Third encounter: Yesterday, me, Wicklund, Creager, and Ben were standing outside of Croft's house at midnight when a minivan stopped in front of us. When I saw the car slowly roll to a stop, I started to worry for my life. But then again, it was a red minivan. It turned out to be Jason Tsay. That kid kicks ass.
Fourth encounter: It was about 2 pm. I'd gotten up an hour earlier, after those bizarre dreams I wrote about above. I had no shirt on and was only sporting black basketball shorts. I was on the computer when my mom told me to get groceries out of the car. When I opened the door connecting to the garage, I saw that David and a bunch of his friends were playing basketball outside. "Great," I thought. I can get a little self-conscious about my body. But whatever. It was a bunch of dudes anyway. But then, this girl walks from Josh's house (next door neighbor) to hang out with David and his friends. And even though she's a 9th grader, she's still a girl and I got even more self-conscious. It got worse. As I walked up the driveway to the car with the groceries, I saw a silver car with a senior Inglemoor parking tag pull out of Josh's driveway. "Shit!" I said silently. After closer inspection, I realized that the driver was a girl. I felt my cheeks turn a little red and started to walk faster. As the car started to go down the downhill slope to exit my area of the neighborhood, I saw that it was Sarah Caley. She smiled and waved and I smiled back and looked down quickly, somewhat chagrined. It was nice seeing her again, but admittedly awkward (for me) and slightly embarrassing. I laughed it off as I walked back the driveway with groceries in hand. It was really much ado about nothing. It's better to be skinny and have no muscles than to be fat anyway.
Finally, it was good talking to Nina today, even though it was really brief and for something trivial. I hope I run into her one last time. And Nina, if you read this, I was asking you who you were with when the connection went bad. Also, it's a pity I don't have the number. I would've liked it at many points in my high school career... lol.
I still have to register for classes, I still have to talk to my roommates, and I still need to send in a picture for my university ID card. Damn. I'm too lazy...
IB scores:
6 = English, History
5 = Math (HL)
4 = Physics, German
I got a copy of the Wash U. student newspaper in the mail yesterday. There was a page in the newspaper dedicated to certain terms that new freshmen should know. One of these terms was "sexile".
Sexile:
v. To prevent a roommate from entering the shared room on account of sexual activity with a third party.
1. "I have this terrible feeling my roommate is going to sexile me again tonight..."
This got me to thinking. I have two roommates. And over the course of the year, if one's banging the shit out of some (probably drunk) sorority girl, the other two are going to be kicked out of the dorm for a long time. That will probably be a huge inconvenience. The whole concept of being "sexiled" seems ridiculous too. I personally would want some serious privacy if I were doing a girl and for me, it'd be so weird to know that your roommate's screwing some girl in the room you sleep in. I dunno. Maybe my whole mindset about it will change once I enter college. I mean, kissing, when we were in elementary school, was the whole risqué and forbidden thrill. Will sex become as commonplace (cheap and meaningless?) as kissing? Is that necessarily a bad thing? I think so, but I guess we'll see where I stand on it after the next four years.
It's good seeing old friends and acquaintances. I was driving out of downtown Bothell towards Ben's house with Cullen riding shotgun, when this guy stuck his head out of the car ahead of us in the other lane. "Who the hell is that?" I thought, and as I got closer to the car, I realized that it was Victor! I was really surprised. It was great seeing him again. Some of my favorite high school moments involved me, him and Chris Sarbora talking about nothing (usually girls) in the back of Mrs. Lowry's class during math.
Second encounter: I was driving away from Croft's house at about 1:00 am when this car drove towards me and blocked my way. The guy rolled down his window and I thought "What the hell," and rolled down my window. My first impression was that the guy was plastered. I thought I'd entertain myself (and him) with the conversation. He was a scruffy looking guy and it looked like he hadn't shaved in a while. He started talking to me and halfway through the conversation, I realized it was Andrew Dekay! That was definitely sweet.
Third encounter: Yesterday, me, Wicklund, Creager, and Ben were standing outside of Croft's house at midnight when a minivan stopped in front of us. When I saw the car slowly roll to a stop, I started to worry for my life. But then again, it was a red minivan. It turned out to be Jason Tsay. That kid kicks ass.
Fourth encounter: It was about 2 pm. I'd gotten up an hour earlier, after those bizarre dreams I wrote about above. I had no shirt on and was only sporting black basketball shorts. I was on the computer when my mom told me to get groceries out of the car. When I opened the door connecting to the garage, I saw that David and a bunch of his friends were playing basketball outside. "Great," I thought. I can get a little self-conscious about my body. But whatever. It was a bunch of dudes anyway. But then, this girl walks from Josh's house (next door neighbor) to hang out with David and his friends. And even though she's a 9th grader, she's still a girl and I got even more self-conscious. It got worse. As I walked up the driveway to the car with the groceries, I saw a silver car with a senior Inglemoor parking tag pull out of Josh's driveway. "Shit!" I said silently. After closer inspection, I realized that the driver was a girl. I felt my cheeks turn a little red and started to walk faster. As the car started to go down the downhill slope to exit my area of the neighborhood, I saw that it was Sarah Caley. She smiled and waved and I smiled back and looked down quickly, somewhat chagrined. It was nice seeing her again, but admittedly awkward (for me) and slightly embarrassing. I laughed it off as I walked back the driveway with groceries in hand. It was really much ado about nothing. It's better to be skinny and have no muscles than to be fat anyway.
Finally, it was good talking to Nina today, even though it was really brief and for something trivial. I hope I run into her one last time. And Nina, if you read this, I was asking you who you were with when the connection went bad. Also, it's a pity I don't have the number. I would've liked it at many points in my high school career... lol.