Brain droppings
Jun. 17th, 2004 11:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
htothehThree hundred!!
Ahem. Not really why I was going to type. My dashboard just said that my number was at 299, so one more would be three hundred. Yay.
I wasn't going to type anything particularly significant anyway, just brain droppings. First brain dropping is that my particular version of use of this blog is vaguely reminiscent of Harry Potter Pensieves: I put things in it that I want to remember, and that I don't want to have to carry around in my head any more. Yes, I did read Order of the Phoenix today, why do you ask? Also read Dune as a result of my Stupid Quote of the Day, "On Publishers, Amazing Critical Eye of," which was publishers' comments about Dune. "Too slow" ... "confusing and irritating" ... "too long" ... "issues too clear-cut and old fashioned." While it may or not be, it's still one of the best-selling books, like, ever.
Brain dropping number two: college visit. Mom and I road tripped our way to Asheville and back earlier this week, visiting UNC-Asheville, then Davidson on our way back. Asheville almost immediately became my favorite campus ever; if it had a stronger academic program, I don't know if I would worry about anywhere else. As it is, though, it will be a very nice safety school, and I think part of me might be hoping that I don't get in to other schools. And it has prettiful botanical gardens, which is yay. Davidson is much different. I asked their rep for three words describing the school; the first one he came up with was "engaged." They want everyone to be involved. There's certainly the option to be not involved, but if you don't want to be involved, then why are you at Davidson? I'm not sure if I could live with that or not. Add that to the fact that it's in the middle of an itty-bitty town, which, though nice, is probably better for raising kids than having fun on weekends. Campus is the center of social life, which is apparently normal, but campus isn't really very big. I guess part of it is just that it wasn't really what I was expecting for whatever reason, but still. The upshot is that I'm still undecided, and am going to do the spend night in dorm thing come fall. If I'm still iffy then, I probably just won't apply.
We planned our trip west this evening. Dad and I are flying into LAX, then driving to Claremont for my tours and interview. The next day, we're driving up to San Francisco to drop off the rental car and catch a train to Portland. We built in some time to look at the city; not much, but almost certainly enough to ride the trolley. Train takes us to Portland, feet take us to Reed, plane takes us home. In that order. I am now really really looking forward to it, and am probably going to be rather bouncy most of the time. Dad will just have to live with it.
I had a really weird dream the other night. The dreams I can remember are usually weird dreams, but they're weird with plots. Which is what makes them weird. Anyway, this one involved a little grassy path. Path is perhaps not the right word; it was like the space between two backyards, both with chain-link fences, so there was a little alley behind both, maybe four feet wide. I don't remember how I came to be walking down this alley in the dream, though I'm sure my subconcious accounted for it somehow. What I do remember is the obstruction across the path ahead. It's not clear in my memory what, exactly, it was, just something involving vegetation, and possibly water, like some sort of swamp thing. Then a big black snake went out of that patch and over one of the fences. Upon a bit of reflection, it was not a natural sort of locomotion. It did not slither; it did not climb the fence. It just sort of... went over it. I knew in the dream that even though it was a Very Large Snake, it was harmless.
Then the poisonous snake appeared in front of me. It was also a Very Large Snake, mottled black and red and brown. It just stayed there, with its head about level with my knee. At some point in the dream I think it must have brushed my leg, because I remember that it felt plastic-y and scaley, exactly like every other snake I've touched. I knew that I couldn't go forward, because it would bite me, and that was inconceivably bad. I couldn't move too fast backward, either, because it would bite me then, too. I was slowly backing away from it, and then I woke up.
Mom's reaction when I told her of it was that it was enormously symbolic; she just wasn't sure of what, exactly. I'm not either. Her co-worker interprets dreams sometimes, and her reaction was apparently, "well, she'll be a virgin for a while," but I'm not sure what exactly from this dream created that interpretation.
Most dreams I don't really care about, but in this one, the snake weirded me out. It was really vivid, and really freaky.
Ahem. Not really why I was going to type. My dashboard just said that my number was at 299, so one more would be three hundred. Yay.
I wasn't going to type anything particularly significant anyway, just brain droppings. First brain dropping is that my particular version of use of this blog is vaguely reminiscent of Harry Potter Pensieves: I put things in it that I want to remember, and that I don't want to have to carry around in my head any more. Yes, I did read Order of the Phoenix today, why do you ask? Also read Dune as a result of my Stupid Quote of the Day, "On Publishers, Amazing Critical Eye of," which was publishers' comments about Dune. "Too slow" ... "confusing and irritating" ... "too long" ... "issues too clear-cut and old fashioned." While it may or not be, it's still one of the best-selling books, like, ever.
Brain dropping number two: college visit. Mom and I road tripped our way to Asheville and back earlier this week, visiting UNC-Asheville, then Davidson on our way back. Asheville almost immediately became my favorite campus ever; if it had a stronger academic program, I don't know if I would worry about anywhere else. As it is, though, it will be a very nice safety school, and I think part of me might be hoping that I don't get in to other schools. And it has prettiful botanical gardens, which is yay. Davidson is much different. I asked their rep for three words describing the school; the first one he came up with was "engaged." They want everyone to be involved. There's certainly the option to be not involved, but if you don't want to be involved, then why are you at Davidson? I'm not sure if I could live with that or not. Add that to the fact that it's in the middle of an itty-bitty town, which, though nice, is probably better for raising kids than having fun on weekends. Campus is the center of social life, which is apparently normal, but campus isn't really very big. I guess part of it is just that it wasn't really what I was expecting for whatever reason, but still. The upshot is that I'm still undecided, and am going to do the spend night in dorm thing come fall. If I'm still iffy then, I probably just won't apply.
We planned our trip west this evening. Dad and I are flying into LAX, then driving to Claremont for my tours and interview. The next day, we're driving up to San Francisco to drop off the rental car and catch a train to Portland. We built in some time to look at the city; not much, but almost certainly enough to ride the trolley. Train takes us to Portland, feet take us to Reed, plane takes us home. In that order. I am now really really looking forward to it, and am probably going to be rather bouncy most of the time. Dad will just have to live with it.
I had a really weird dream the other night. The dreams I can remember are usually weird dreams, but they're weird with plots. Which is what makes them weird. Anyway, this one involved a little grassy path. Path is perhaps not the right word; it was like the space between two backyards, both with chain-link fences, so there was a little alley behind both, maybe four feet wide. I don't remember how I came to be walking down this alley in the dream, though I'm sure my subconcious accounted for it somehow. What I do remember is the obstruction across the path ahead. It's not clear in my memory what, exactly, it was, just something involving vegetation, and possibly water, like some sort of swamp thing. Then a big black snake went out of that patch and over one of the fences. Upon a bit of reflection, it was not a natural sort of locomotion. It did not slither; it did not climb the fence. It just sort of... went over it. I knew in the dream that even though it was a Very Large Snake, it was harmless.
Then the poisonous snake appeared in front of me. It was also a Very Large Snake, mottled black and red and brown. It just stayed there, with its head about level with my knee. At some point in the dream I think it must have brushed my leg, because I remember that it felt plastic-y and scaley, exactly like every other snake I've touched. I knew that I couldn't go forward, because it would bite me, and that was inconceivably bad. I couldn't move too fast backward, either, because it would bite me then, too. I was slowly backing away from it, and then I woke up.
Mom's reaction when I told her of it was that it was enormously symbolic; she just wasn't sure of what, exactly. I'm not either. Her co-worker interprets dreams sometimes, and her reaction was apparently, "well, she'll be a virgin for a while," but I'm not sure what exactly from this dream created that interpretation.
Most dreams I don't really care about, but in this one, the snake weirded me out. It was really vivid, and really freaky.
