Jenna's House of Idiosyncrasies Version 10.0 [Focus.]

Weirdest dream ever.

I'm living in this house, and for some reason my clothes are on the other side of the house. I could wait to call out to someone to bring them too me, but I'm late for something plus I have to pee really bad so I decide to make a break for it, because the bathroom is also on the wrong side of the house. I have to rush down the long hallway that every room is off of (of course my room is at one end and my destination is at the other). Almost everyone who lives with me is watching Wheel of Fourtune in the living room and laughing their heads off, at random times for no real reason. I peer into the room and some of them are naked too, just lounging around like that.

I feel home free until I have to walk by the kitchen, where this dude from my New Media class (who is late almost every day) is sitting in the doorway on a stool, leaning against the door frame and talking on the phone. (The phone is yellow and it's got that spirally cord coming around the corner from where the base is). He is also completely naked. I am not happy. He smiles and kinda waves at me when I pass in a friendly I'm-on-the-phone way as if everybody being naked is inconsequential.

Finally I get my clothes and I walk over to where the bathroom is and when I am about to go in, a handicapped man taps me on the shoulder and asks to go first. For some reason in the dream I know that even though this is the house where I live, we have designated Men and Women's bathrooms, so I'm a little annoyed, but I let him go first, I think because of my polite Southern upbringing. By this time I'm cramping I have to go so bad and I hear the dude pull out a newspaper!

Then my alarm went off. And immediately I knew I needed some relief.

So to have really weird dreams don't consume anything weird, or watch a scary movie, or listen to strange music while you sleep. Just drink a giant glass of water right before you pass out! Works way too well for my taste.

Tuesday, 9:30 AM. I wake after having been asleep for roughly 17 hours, on and off. It's not important to my story except that I woke without an alarm, which put me in a good mood, and my Poli-Sci class starts right at 9:30, so I was skipping. Again.

I grab my showery things and walk down the hall to the shower, being happy because it's morning and I'm rested and the day is ripe with yummy possibilities. I get out of the shower at about 5 til 10. To get to work at 11:30 I have to eat lunch at about 10:30. (I know.)

I reach my door and turn the handle. Locked. I think my roommate must be getting dressed, so I knock.

No answer.

I panic, and knock several more times to no avail. I sit on the floor, slump again the wall and think. I now have two options:

• I can wait until my roommate gets back, which may be 12:30 or 1:00, and miss work while sitting out in the hall for 2 hours in my bathrobe, OR

• I can go check out a key.

Simple, you think. Easy. Go check out a key. Everything will work out fine.

Here's where I start thinking, "This is going to be a great story to tell at the Waffle House someday."

Where do I have to go to check out a key? The community office. And where is that? In a trailer in the middle of the quad. Past some construction workers, across the lawn, though the building to the desk. And then I have to talk to someone and explain why I'm standing there in my bathrobe, still very wet.

Thank goodness it was a warm day.

I walk down the stairs, take off my flip-flops and scurry over to the office door in my bare feet, tightly holding my robe shut against the blustering wind, and go inside. Breathe a sigh of relief that there is a girl sitting at the desk, check out a key, and scurry back over to the building, without being seen by almost anyone. Yey for that.

When I went back to turn my key in, I was wearing my Will Hoge shirt, and the girl at the desk is like "You like Will Hoge? I love him!" We get to talking about them, but now I will always associate Will Hoge with being naked. And not in the good way.

After work Melissa and I drive 2 hours to Turner Field to watch J,LC play four songs. It was so fun though. They were being broadcast on a big screen right above the stage (and I suppose, also on the big screen inside the stadium) and for some reason it just cracked me up, and I could not stop laughing hysterically even with Anne Martinez faux-scolding me. It didn't help either that there was even a zoom-in on Matt's pink mandolin, which to me just looked like they were zooming in on his crotch. Gives a whole new meaning to the term Jumbotron. (Bah-Dum-Ching!)

I should have some pictures up soon.

For anyone who has not heard yet: 106 West, Closed, This weekend. There is a wedding that Tollersons are attending and thus, not enough staff to run the place. Sam and Dixie Kirby in their never-ending indispensability have dressed me for this wedding and damn if I don't say I'm gonna look gooooood. Yeah.

Finally, for anyone interested I am currently signed up for the following for next fall:

(ANTH)CMLT 3180. Introduction to East Asian Cultures.

CMLT 3110. Literature of the Self.

MUSI 2040. History of Popular Music.

NMIX 2020. Introduction to New Media.

Of course, these are all subject to change.