Thursday June 17 2010

DREAM: In a living room with a bunch of people, getting angry with somebody. ☼☼☼☼☼ Riding in a bus taking a nap. I wake up and big dudes are surrounding me. I have a wad of cash in my back pocket and I want to move it to a safe spot in my book bag. But I’m concerned all these dudes will see it. One of them mentions to me, “Ooo. Someone’s got a lot of money.” I tell him they’re mostly just dollar bills. The bus takes a circular route through the city. I see a baseball field and get off at the next stop. Walking behind the field and into the city. I come across a slew of poor kids in the street begging for money…

Around 3:30 p.m. I wake up.

Breakfast: Toasted Bagel with Butter and Blackcurrant Jam. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin E, Alfalfa Grain.

Organizing. Cleaning.

Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Homemade Salt N Vinegar Chips. Mango Oolong Tea.

I ride my bike to Trader Joe’s. My total comes out to be $26.48 which is the exact amount of cash and change I have in my pocket down to the last penny.

Eating Raspberries and a Plum.

Tennis with Art.

Eating some Pineapple and a Kiwi.

Watching the final Lakers/Celtics basketball game with Art and his friends in the living room using his laptop. Lakers won.

Eating dinner: Cod Fillets with Tartar Sauce. Jasmine Rice with Indian Spices, Peppers, and Onions. Asparagus. Miller High Life.

Last night someone sat on the grey beanbag in the attic and all the little Styrofoam balls spewed out everywhere. So Kyle and I clean and vacuum the attic. Those little bastards are extremely stickable and difficult to clean up.

Dumpster Diving at Trader Joe’s.

The Finds: 4 Dozen Eggs, 3 Boxes of Meatless Corn Dogs, Cilantro, Strawberries, Kiwi, Apricots, Roma Tomatoes, Lettuce, Blueberries, Swiss Cheese, Organic Plain Yogurt, Garlic Chicken Stir Fry, Tilapia Filets.

Eating Tapioca Pudding from scratch and noticing the striking similarities tapioca pearls have to the Styrofoam balls in the beanbag.

Watching Rampage.

Population control?

“By the end, we're left identifying with the assailant despite our disgust at his completely selfish behavior, which he defines in his epilogue - as actually our request of him - to make more room for us. We begrudgingly accept that he may be right.”

Sleep 6:45 a.m.

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