DREAM: Just got out of class at Ocean Lakes High School. Looking for a school bus. “What number am I looking for?” My black comrade tells me “58” but he wants us to get on the bus at different times. “Act like we don’t know each other.” We split up. This bus has a backside door and a frontside door. I can see how terribly crowded it is inside. He gets on through the backside door and joins his other black friends. Afraid of receiving heckles from the black people. It’s probably safer up front. I walk up to the front door but the bus starts to drive on. Waving my hand to the woman driver who completely disregards my presence. The bus continues to move. I sling my book bag against the window in anger. “What the fuck! I’m right here! Let me on!” The woman signals something to me. After acting like an idiot, I realize she’s only doing a test run around the lot and was planning on coming back around to pick me up. By that time I’ve already started my trek home on foot, which isn’t too far anyway.
My alarm goes off at 4:20 p.m. I can’t seem to get myself out of bed.
Waking up again around 5:45 p.m.
Hazelnut Coffee with Sugar.
One of the first songs I ever recorded was just featured on a documentary short that was shown at a film festival in Oregon. http://vimeo.com/17071322
The password is “PO2010” to view it and the song plays at about 4:20.
Big Lots, Trader Joe’s, Target.
Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Honey Oolong Tea.
Business. Scheduling.
Practicing at the unit.
Banana.
Stretching. Crunches.
Dinner: Fried Cod Fillets. Perogies with Yogurt Dill Dip. Broccoli and Mixed Vegetables.
Watching Cube Zero [2004].
Back to the unit—more practicing. I can’t stop playing this new song—the invigorating feeling of a fresh melody—ah, it’s alive!
Feeling the very early stages of a runny nose and a cold.
Eating a bowl of Frosted Shredded Wheat Cereal with a little Honey.
Watching Afterschool [2008].
Sleep 8 a.m.
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