last night i dreamt i went to prison and escaped from prison with a girl who looked like either jessie or that curly haired toe-shoe girl from theatre class. we got caught at the mall of america and i went back to prison with her. idk.
in my dream i had like, hundreds of note cards. at some point, i found them. it was kind of cool.
"when you are familiar with an activity because you have done it flawlessly in the past, then you do not give it much time or thought or emotion." mary george library book for library class lawl