dry spell

I thought I had a remembering dreams dry spell, until just now.
Something literally just came to me, but it's not a significant portion of the night's dreams.

I was sitting on a toilet that was raised really high from the ground. I had to climb up to get in. The barrier was a curtain. A man opened the curtain and took a hammer to the toilet seat exposed between my legs. I jumped off as he retracted his hammer and ran away. I later found him and yelled at him for being such a jerk. I blamed him for me losing my things, because it was a bathroom/shower, which meant I was naked, which meant all of my belongings I had left behind and in running away from him I also ran away from my them.
He didn't care. He would hardly look me in the eyes. I remember thinking I'd need to keep yelling at him so that he would understand what a ridiculous thing he had just done. I thought I could connect with him if I continued to badger him. I was desperate to make him feel compassion or guilt.
He never did. He was always blank faced and hardly spoke. There were people all around but none of them really cared either. They didn't want to get into my business.

I think this dream may have a come from my recent viewing of American Psycho.

Topic of Discussion

Today in Journalism the topic of discussion was 9/11 and the fact that the American media failed in answering the "why" leaving Bush to answer it for the public with an oversimplified and ideologically beneficial explanation.
Terrorists are evil. They hate our freedoms, so they attacked us. We need to go into Iraq, kill the terrorists, and free the people.

The professor argued that maybe if America had dealt with relations in the Middle East better that it could have prevented the attack. An example of a poorly handled issue was our relationship with Israel; the fact that we ignore the illegal actions they take against the Palestinians. He argued our support of Israel was one of the many things that ticked off the terrorists and caused 9/11.

It was sooooo strange for me to sit listening to a professor speak out against Israel in any way. Every teacher, every adult, and nearly every peer I've had in life so far (excluding one Fairhaven student and one Palestinian girl I went to school with) have been either pro Israel, or didn't know enough to have an opinion. Plus, I experienced the other side when a terrorist set off a bomb in Haifa, where I lived. Our city was always known as the safe city, so when it happened there I actually begun having fears of riding on public buses or waiting in any public space. Then for a period we had to carry gas masks around with us on the daily and have a safe room with plastic covered windows and syringes that would save our lives in case of a chemical attack.

So, after speaking with him in his office about the recent project, I brought it up. I told him exactly what I felt...that it was strange for me. I told him I generally consider myself open-minded but that today's lecture made me stretch a little further. I told him that there really are two sides to it and that I lived on the other side of the conflict. He agreed and went into detail about all the intricacies and the possible solutions. Luckily I didn't come off as offended that he had spoke out against Israel's policies. I wasn't. I actually just felt odd hearing it. I feel like I could sympathize with either side because clearly both have been wronged.
At the end of the conversation he thanked me for sharing.

I guess I realized those five years in Israel made me a little patriotic for that country. It was home.

to fix the first sentence in the Obama post

Last night soon after Obama gave his acceptance speech, I along with the room of people I was with finished drying our faces of tears and we headed downtown

Obama

Last night soon after Obama gave his acceptance speech, I and the room of people I were finished joy-crying, we headed downtown. When we got there, a larger than usual crowd had formed outside of the Horseshoe Cafe. We joined them. They yelled happy things about hopeful times and a promising new president. Then they started parading up the street, in the street. We continued to join them. We walked around downtown Bellingham for something between half an hour and an hour, in the midst of a mob of hundreds parading and filling the streets. Cops blocked intersections to control the mob and the few cars that got onto the streets we took over, stuck their hands out their windows for glorious high-fives from everyone passing by.

It was really epic.
And the most a part of something political or patriotic I've ever felt...or ever thought I could feel.

Here's a couple pictures stolen from somebody else's facebook page.

11-4-08

I feel kind of dizzy and spaced out right now. I think it's the cold medication from last night.
Also, I remember dreaming of dancing with someone I didn't really want to, but they were very into dancing with me. It was uncomfortable. Also, there was an enormous chain of those huge tires that little people were tying together with thick ropes. They were doing it by hand and struggling to maneuver the pieces. They put it all together over time and were lifting it with a crane while we were dancing. I was more interested in seeing how that was working than dancing, but I couldn't get away to look.

And I just peered out my window and it's nearly a monsoon right now...
walking to school is going to be a shower today...

costumes! :)

Okay, these are not in order but included in these photos are:
bob ross
bjork
the square
me
pumpkin
cowgirl
daft punk
old lady
young McCain

halloween in olympia

alright so night before last we went down to Olympia for a huge halloween party. it was pretty much epic. there had to have been more than 100 hundred people there, and all in costumes...making it one of the strangest evenings of my life.
they decorated the house to go with the theme heaven/hell so the upstairs was heaven, middle floor purgatory, and downstairs hell. downstairs they had live music, but there were a bunch of issues with the equipment so not much music really happened. in purgatory people just stood around and the walls had a huge spray painted quote on black bags covering the walls. Upstairs in heaven there were just a lot of pillows and white balloons so people could go rest up there or be in some peace and quiet. And outside there was a bonfire.

It was all really well thought out and the host spent a lot of time planning everything.

My favorite costume was the square, which was a girl wearing a shirt stretched over a big foam square she wore and she acted the part too. She went around talking essentially like the stereotypical librarian and she did it perfectly!
There was also a clockwork orange character, a carrot, prince, a dragon, and a ton of others. I'll post pictures once i've got them.

It was really fun being the one eyed one horned flying purple people eater, but my wings were trashed along with the equipment when hell got crazy.