o0o Friday June 26, 1998, 5:33 p.m. o0o

And all the lines... all the lines left unsaid...

I had a nightmare last night. It started with me driving a white VW bus to this building that looked like a hotel. The building was at least four stories high and was located on a bluff that over-looked the ocean. The sun was horribly bright. I walked through white sand to the entrance of the building. Once inside, the bright light was replaced with a yellow that seeped through the dusty windows and revealed a long corridor and a stair case. The walls, originally white, where yellow from age and smoke. The carpets were a deep red and an annoying thumping sound could be heard through one of the far walls.

Somehow I knew it was 10:12 and that my class room was on one of the upper levels, though, I had no idea when I needed to be there. So, I took my time in ascending the stairs. When I arrived at my class room I found that class was already in session.

It was my bodyworks class, but it was being taught by Wymore not Kingsberry who normally taught the class. I had just missed the lesson plan for the day and saw that everyone else was working diligently on their assignment. I quickly and quietly found my seat. It was the Tuesday before graduation.

I raised my hand and asked Wymore what materials I would need and where the books where. She told me it was too late to get a book then retrieved a large packet and handed it to me. the packet was white with blue printing and was at least ten pages long. I flipped through the first few pages and looked at some of the questions. Are you wearing shoes? yes. Do you like your shoes? What the hell? I was surprised at the questions and a bit disheartened. I flipped back to the front page and found that it had already been filled out by someone. So I erased the name and answers and started filling it out on my own.

I began to feel very depressed about the assignment and to question if it was even worth doing, but I had to do the assignment if I wanted to graduate. I hate P.E. class, unfortunately, they're required. So, I had to options: do the assignment and graduate, or don't do the assignment and be back next year and have to do even more busy work.

This conflict was tearing me apart when I realized that I had already walked at commencement, but had I received my diploma? As I started to wake-up I realized that I also had my diploma and didn't need to do the assignment I dreamed about and that school was most definitely over.

Hmmm... It was quiet scary to me.

Well I've been doing some things since I last wrote. I'm reading Pirsig's Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. I'm about half way through, where Pirsig starts talking about Poincar�'s attempt to scale the metaphysical mountain Phaedrus succeeded in scaling.

I bought some new clothes including an outfit my dad calls Korean leisure wear. I got adobe photo shop and have started trying to figure how it works.

I saw the X-files movie Fight the Future and was horribly disappointed that my favorite actor Nicholas Lea who plays Alex Krycek was nowhere to be seen :(

I'm beginning to miss my friends. perhaps I need to watch my video year book again.

From where I stand the Ural Mountains are half a world away.

- 6:20 p.m.

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