i just dreamed that i had to write a paper for my 10th grade english teacher, dr. noffsinger. he was my favorite teacher in high school. i had to either write it in cooperation with a girl i knew in HS, donna caskey, or for the secong half of the dream with cheetahmaster. it was supposed to be a huge project and my first partner came up with the idea to analyze the lyrics of pop music. i kept getting distracted by this intense sleepiness and the fact that there was a patch in the grass in my front yard in the shape of a kitty. then cheetahmaster was having us arrange all this audio equipment for the interviews of the bands we were going to do. i was upset because it had been so long since i wrote a paper and i figured i had forgotten how to.
i should have just not checked my mail. anyways, buffy.