wtf was up with that dream?

I just woke up abruptly out of a very weird dream, and I'm trying to note some of it here before it all disappears into the mental place where dreams go to die and wont return no matter how much you struggle to recall.

lets see what I can remember now... it has been a solid half hour.

I had to move, like, into a new apartment but I dont know why. It was a big rush though.   I had a few friends around, I cant say who they were but they were the random faces playing the role of real friends from back home.  most of this took place in ft lauderdale and surrounding areas, or so it seemed, not up here in DE where I am.

the friends helped me find a new place to move to and so when I was informed what had been found for me, I went there... my stuff was somehow already accounted for. I had a truck, not a car.  not because of moving, I mean i just drove a truck in the dream.  So I headed to the new place, though in the dream i had no idea where it was yet i thought i did? or something.  so I was driving towards the henry whatshisname tunnel in lauderdale only to finally call the friend person and learn that the place was off stirling road. i turned around and went there and the friends were already there helping get things set up. it was a somewhat old run down place (but most are over there).  it was okay on the inside, it was a 2/2, and even had this weird storage thingy in front that you had to open w/ a key and was shared w/ the neighbor. it looked like a big storage thing for tools that you get from home depot, with all the drawers. but when you opened it, it was useful shelves and also a cloth-lined laundry hamper.  inside i found that the AC unit control looked like an equalizer and didnt seem work well (for AC or equalizing) my cats were already there as well.  i then discovered 4 small cats (they were kind of weird looking... like retarded cats???) in a windowsill that had been left behind by the previous tenant (presumably), along w/ some other items that appeared through the process..

i called the office for someone to  come retrieve the pets and other items.  the guy came and was useless, beyond taking the cats.  no help on the AC/Equalizer, no help when i asked about transferring my alarm over, no help w/ any questions and actually kind of just left the apt while I was talking to him.   like, just walked away. i think it was 6pm and he was done w/ work but still...

then.... I went outside to find my truck had 1 flat tire and was already up on a jack - like the kind that comes w/ your car.  actually it wasnt just flat, it was shredded - all f'd up. and then suddenly my mom was there telling me i needed to take care of that immediately, soozin!  i called AAA, knowing also that i did have a low tire earlier (this is in real life as well), but that was a different one.  while on the phone w/ AAA, i looked at the initially low tire and saw a huge gash in the side and it immediately went flat. it was sort of like it exhaled, actually.  Then the truck started sliding all over the place in the parking lot, i couldn't keep it steady or still (Im sure THAT means something). out of control up on the jack and all.

i asked AAA to bring me new tires since I only had 1 spare (which were different sizes between front and back, btw).  then, I realized they didnt have my new address so I had to call back.  but, i didnt have my new address either!  so i went inside to ask my friends what it was and i couldnt find them and because suddenly the 2/2 was a big townhouse or something and they were scattered all over.   turns out my building was called "elephant". yea, i dont know.  then some friends i could actually recognize as real were there and getting ready to go out.  also, the shower curtain wouldnt stay up because the gizmos that you use to hook it on there -- they didnt work right on this particular curtain rod.  and I dont know where my shit was, i kept finding things left behind by the other tenant - everything from a coffee table to an art easel thingy and other things i cant recall.  my stuff... not sure where it was.  some other things went awry during the dream but i cant remember them. i dont remember saying in the dream that it was the worst day of my life..   and somewhere around here i woke up abrupty and now I am going to the gym to get this weirdness out of my head.   so yea.  huh?

watch this immediately

i dont know if this counts as a blog post, but I dont really care either way ... this is worth sharing in whatever format.  watch immediately !

napping ...

In the library?
After careful consideration, I see nothing wrong with this.  Yes you can buy coffee and other caffeinated items on site until late into the evening hours, I still think library naps are acceptable at this level of academia.  While spending the better part of my afternoon here trying to get lots of work done, I started feeling my eyelids getting heavy while my vision began to blur...
To my left I see a nap in progress.  I considered this but opted for the coffee instead.   On my journey to the coffee area I ran into a colleague.  She had just slept for 45 minutes in some other section of the library and was headed to class.  gotta do what ya gotta do!

coffee

I just sometimes wish they made something stronger, ya know?

Lentil

just because.  

intro

Intro:
Hi there! this is my first blog.  Ever.  It seemed appropriate to track my personal progress as a South Florida native moving to Delaware (where??) to pursue a PhD and thus be equipped to best save the planet.... or something along those lines.   Here is what I have learned so far:
Winter is cold, but snow is pretty.  
Fall is chilly, but really pretty.
Seasons are neat!  I look forward to the one they call "spring".
Delaware is a small state with small towns, including the one I spend my time in (Newark).
Crossing the state line is a daily event.
Groceries are surprisingly expensive.
I strangely miss hearing people speaking spanish more often than English.
Living in a cold place requires a lot of supplies and new types of clothing and accessories.
I have a closet by the front door.  For jackets.  Yes, this is new.
Philly is a cool city and really close.
People here are nice, for the most part.

Of course, I really, really, really miss my friends and home and beach and warmth and scuba diving and late nights/early mornings at the club and dining al fresco 365 days a year and everyone having a pool to hang out at and.... you get the idea.
Thats all okay though.  Ya know why?  Cuz being in this small town in this small state studying big things--it will be worth it.  And besides, I'd never be able to concentrate with all those pools and clubs and spanish speaking. :)