Monday, June 06, 2005
I hate summer. Don't get me wrong, I love the holiday part of it- but god help me, I hate the season of summer. I hate the heat, I hate the bugs, and I hate the mass quantities of people everywhere seemingly unperturbed by all of the above.
I want my quiet park ladened with snow and devoid of annoying people and bugs, of which I make no distinction, and I wish it back now!!! I say this every summer and I mean every bit of it. I'd take my summer holiday in December instead, mark that!
I'd also like to tell you of a weird dream I had last night. It was so striking that it left an imprint on my mind when I woke up...ie. I didn't forget it as I usually do. I was going to the airport, my trip to England had arrived. For some reason, I knew some people that were travelling on that same Air Canada flight. Anyway, Me and whoeever this person was, were riding on a transit system that went directly to the airport (granted this is ALL imaginary and has no bearings or resemblence to anything real), but it wasn't your everyday transit system. It was more similar to a frakking rollercoaster because we were in these little carts right on roller-coaster-like tracks that rolled up and down over vast expanses of hills--but they were so vast and long that you didn't speed up as you descended or ascended them...in fact, there was very little descent because honest to god we were riding about 30 stories up. We were surrounded on both sides by tall gleaming condo-office-like buildings, completely made of glass and were of various impressive designs. I remember that I could see into most of them, but since we were level with the uppermost floors, I saw what was in these last few floors....they were usually of huge high ceiling and empty except for an array of glistening, ENORMOUS telescopes pointing into the starry sky (and we were so high up you could see this starry sky)...these enormous telescopes were in all of these top floor glass buildings. It was so surreal. I remember suddenly paying attention to how high I was (thinking it to be odd half-way through the journey) and feeling frightened. I could FEEL being so far off the ground, and the little cart on its tracks that rose these 30-stories up didn't seem very comforting anymore. And to top it off, the ride lasted for a very very long time. ...freaky...Anyway, the rest of the dream is just as weird, granted, but not as bizarre as that. The airport was more like an underground subway but I never did get on that plane because I woke up before we figured out how.
Anyway, this has been an informative moment.
We lost our soccer game on Sunday and it was such a brutal loss. Ah well. Next time.
I want my quiet park ladened with snow and devoid of annoying people and bugs, of which I make no distinction, and I wish it back now!!! I say this every summer and I mean every bit of it. I'd take my summer holiday in December instead, mark that!
I'd also like to tell you of a weird dream I had last night. It was so striking that it left an imprint on my mind when I woke up...ie. I didn't forget it as I usually do. I was going to the airport, my trip to England had arrived. For some reason, I knew some people that were travelling on that same Air Canada flight. Anyway, Me and whoeever this person was, were riding on a transit system that went directly to the airport (granted this is ALL imaginary and has no bearings or resemblence to anything real), but it wasn't your everyday transit system. It was more similar to a frakking rollercoaster because we were in these little carts right on roller-coaster-like tracks that rolled up and down over vast expanses of hills--but they were so vast and long that you didn't speed up as you descended or ascended them...in fact, there was very little descent because honest to god we were riding about 30 stories up. We were surrounded on both sides by tall gleaming condo-office-like buildings, completely made of glass and were of various impressive designs. I remember that I could see into most of them, but since we were level with the uppermost floors, I saw what was in these last few floors....they were usually of huge high ceiling and empty except for an array of glistening, ENORMOUS telescopes pointing into the starry sky (and we were so high up you could see this starry sky)...these enormous telescopes were in all of these top floor glass buildings. It was so surreal. I remember suddenly paying attention to how high I was (thinking it to be odd half-way through the journey) and feeling frightened. I could FEEL being so far off the ground, and the little cart on its tracks that rose these 30-stories up didn't seem very comforting anymore. And to top it off, the ride lasted for a very very long time. ...freaky...Anyway, the rest of the dream is just as weird, granted, but not as bizarre as that. The airport was more like an underground subway but I never did get on that plane because I woke up before we figured out how.
Anyway, this has been an informative moment.
We lost our soccer game on Sunday and it was such a brutal loss. Ah well. Next time.
