| Dreams... |
[Jun. 29th, 2005|08:32 pm] |
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Ten. That is the number of consecutive nights I have had this reoccurring dream. I am sitting on a plane getting ready to go to some foreign place, actually, I don't even know where this aircraft is taking me. My excitement is insurmountable and my family is there with me basking in the pre-vacation/trip anxiety. I feel like I have been here before, many times, but have I? The engines prepare themselves for an arduous journey, random people from my past, present, and future, appear and dissipate as fast as they arrived, (you know how dreams work themselves out.) In the blink of a twighlight zone warped eye, I go from sitting in my economy class seat to being able to see through the front cockpit view, a right reserved only for captains. My wandering mind watches how the plane lifts up into the air all the while wrapping itself in the currents of the wind. I have seen this dream nine times now, however, that does not mean I can tell what is about to happen. Sudden turbulence wracks the fragile vessel into a downward spiral. Screams cry out for a savior that has forsaken them. Through the cockpit window I can see where our plane is going to crash; the ocean. My heart begins to sob, I have so many things left to do, why now? The ocean is getting closer. Is this a dream? No, this is the inevitable. Wait, this has to be a dream. Please, for the love of God let it be a dream! The captain and the rest of the passengers brace for destruction, I brace for it as well. The ocean is closer, more closer even now. BAM! Everything goes black. When I come to I am neither awake nor am I in the great beyond. I in fact survived the plane crash. Along with all the other passengers. Laughing fills the night sky, everything seems as if it is normal. We were supposed to crash. Oh, that is right. Everything is fine, let us go back and board another plane, shall we?
This dream has been haunting me lately. Every time the plane crashes everyone ends up being ok and we all go back to get on another plane. The only difference is what type of plane I am flying on. Sometimes it is a jumbo jet, other times the plane is simply a small puddle jumper. Last night (my dream) there was a big difference though. I was not in a plane crash but I was going through pictures and I found one of my mom... She was standing next to a crashed plane, a plane that she was a passenger of and she was standing on the water smiling for the camera (or she was standing on the wing, or something.) I woke up with sweat on my brow. What is happening? |
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| Freedom! |
[Jun. 15th, 2005|10:00 am] |
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My dad called me today with freaktastic news! I am coming back to Bend on Saturday at 10:30 a.m. Well, unless my plane crashes and I die.
The end. |
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| Let Me Leave |
[Jun. 13th, 2005|07:28 pm] |
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Today I woke up at !@:#) I did not mean to hold down the shift button while I wrote that out but I guess I will leave it. Anyways, I took Tylenol PM last night and it royally kicked my ass. I did not hear my cell ring for the four calls that I missed. That is unheard of. Since half my day was already out the window I decided to stake claim in my room and finish the last of my distance learning English 101 class. Oh and I grew a vagina and watched the America's Next Top Model marathon. Later I am going to go get some lip gloss and a pack of tampons; the kind that don't leave you WET AND STICKY, EW! Ugh.
I have been awaiting the news of how the HELL AND FURY I am getting home. Firstly I was going to drive my truck up to Bend and sell it while I was up there, however, my dad believes I should leave it down here for my brother to sell since there is a bigger market. Sooo my mom was talking about plane tickets, I shifted my whole English homework schedule to accommodate this plan so I could leave whenever. Today as I was finishing up my English homework my mom calls and proceeds to tell me, "Oh, your dad does not think your brother can sell your truck so we want you to drive up here." Uh...Ok? "But you can't drive alone." There is no one here willing to drive with me. "Well your dad is flying down there for work on the 24th and he can drive up with you." I AM NOT WAITING ANOTHER DAMN WEEK! "Ok I will see about flying you up here." If I spend another handful of days doing totally unproductive SHIT then I am going to cry. I would volunteer, but I am leaving any day now, I would get a job, but I am leaving any day now. For some reason I am not going to feel like it is summer until I am up in Bend, Whoregon. Mother of H.
Let me leave. |
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| Boredom is bliss ya'll |
[Jun. 12th, 2005|09:19 am] |
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| | Bagels are grood | ] |
I realized that I enjoy eating bagels. But I can only eat bagels if the top side is down on my tongue when I take a bite. For some reason I believe that you can taste more of the cream cheese/butter when you do that. Oh the joys of being bored. |
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| Ahhhhhh |
[Jun. 11th, 2005|11:25 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Marc Brossard | ] |
So here I am. Tony Coslett has finally made the transition into Live Journal. Kind of weird if you ask me. I have always been hiding in that little corner of the internet where no one travels too...Xanga. Right now I am making flight arrangementsto get my red headed ass up to Bend, Whoregon. Oh gosh, my eyes at the moment are reminiscent of Nicole Kidman's in The Others; HUGE! I am wide awake! You see, I just got back from Beijing, China this afternoon and it is about 4 p.m. over there right now. Weird how I got back before I left... Anyways, China is fucking amazing I took a video documentary of the week spent there for anyone interested. I am planning on studying abroad over there for a year and I am also taking Chinese at school next year so it will be fantastic.
I can't wait to get back to Bend! I miss it so much. Like woah, yo!
Tony
P.S.
Chinese people are so funny. I love them. |
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