So, I've been sitting around playing with flash tutorials, brushing up on stuff. I'm really excited about being a graphic arts student again. I really did like studying it at MATC. I just hated the town itself. Kalamazoo is a much friendlier town to us weird artsy folk than Milwaukee ever could be and the classes are better too. I'm preparing to make school my life for the next few years and after the past two years I've had, that's a welcome change.
 I've been having weird, surreal dreams as of late. Last night I dreamed about apartment hunting in Kalamazoo. But all this weird stuff was going on too, all sorts of distractions getting in the way. I suppose that's natural, since we're going to put down a deposit on a place this Wednesday. I really can't wait.
  Night before last I had this weird dream that I got shot. I was going into some dangerous situation when it happened and got shot on my tattoo. I know it was one of the ones on my arm but I can't remember if it was the Posada piece or the one from I Feel Sick...I was worried about my tattoo, as the bullet went right in the center of it. I was bleeding profusely. Some person, an acquaintance or a stranger, had been killed. I was trying to convince the police to please call 911 since I was losing a lot of blood but they got mad at me because I only had a wound in the arm, and they were checking out the homicide victim.
 I think that means I've been watching too much Law and Order.
 I also dreamed that we were having a small party. One of our friends needed a place to crash. We had a really big bed and invited said friend to share the bed with us. This was a non sexual thing. It was actually like that wine commercial where the guest gets so comfortable that he lays down in bed with the couple. Same basic principle. Then, Pulp's "Bar Italia" started playing and I got out of bed and started dancing like Audrey Horne. Our friend thought this was a little weird and left the room. Then, all sorts of drinking and debauchery started happening and the shut in from Twin Peaks, who I guess was my roommate and had gotten me a job in a cafe, came in and started yelling I was unclean (something else that happens in twin peaks only the shut in lived alone, didn't have contacts in a cafe and said it to donna and maddy for an offense much bigger than boozing and dropping acid).
 I think I have officially watched too much Twin Peaks.
 I really need to get out of this house more. See, that's the great thing about going back to school. I can integrate the way Lynch has permanently warped my mind into my already existing creativity. At least I'll stop dreaming I'm Audrey Horne.

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