than to have drank that latte this morning. Recently, caffeine has been my evil nemesis and so I've tried eliminating it completely, although it's hard. Really hard. So, I figured that maybe it would ease the rush by switching from straight brew to lattes, in hopes the steamed milk would simmer the rush, but I didn't take in account for the shots of espresso. This morning, my problem was I didn't think. It was about 25 minutes in my normal commute from C-Town to B-Ville, that I began to mentally daze off into what I guess you could say a day-dream. All I remember was suddenly walking up still driving and wondering if I was still on highway 36. The drive to B-Ville requires only two turns, and I worried that either I had forgotten to make the turns or made the wrong turn out of negligence. It was a weird moment. I typically have these moments, but when they happen it really feels weird. It's more than just day-dreaming. It's like I transcended into space and time. No, space, not time. Wait, I don't know what I'm saying (I Heart Huckabees). (I'm working on my citation). And so I figured a little caffeine wouldn't kill me today. Well, I didn't eat anything, which is stupid and I'll just live with the consequence of my action. It sucks, but oh well...
I took the Regents Reading test yesterday, and I'm having mixed feelings about it. After taking it, I felt pretty good, but I woke up in the middle of the night, (for also another reason, which I'll get to in a moment) worrying that I failed it. For some reason I really don't care. I don't do well on timed tests, especially when I'm required to read and apprehend information to apply to questions. "What does the author intend?", "How should this sentence begin", "What does this word mean?", and "How does the author feel about this issue?" were typically asked for each passage. I also hate answering questions like these. If I were making this test, I'd make questions like: "How would you rate this?", "Do you think we got someone from Gordon College to write this?", "How many minutes do you think are left?", and "Did the passage intentionally try to use too many big words and come off glib?.... Did I mention if they came off glib?" That seems to me a test that not only Gordon College student would enjoy, but make them really think hard about what their life will become. I have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm just trying not to think about failing the test.
The other reason why I woke up sweating was because of a nightmare that occurred in the middle of the night. I was in a subway-way like atmosphere (the transportation venue, not the restaurant) and everything was really gritty looking with a lot of dark colors. Well, I and some other person, who I could not make out were running from something. The both of us made it to the subway, ran through one car and into another parallel from the first. The doors closed and I felt very safe, until a second later when a horrendous clown face suddenly came across the glass. It was scarier than Heath Ledger's joker. I mean, this scared the fuck out of me!!! And it stayed there, so I could not escape it. Everywhere I turned, I saw that face. I woke up and had to look around to make sure it wasn't there.
I'm also debating whether to attend my water basketball class today. Tonight, I have a reservation at the Cox Capitol Theatre for dinner and a movie. The selected film is my all-time favorite movie of all-time. I know I was repetitive, but it's okay, because I'm going to see "Psycho" on the big screen! When I was young, my grandfather would tell me stories of seeing the movie in 1960, when it was required for EVERYONE to see the film from the beginning. NO ONE was aloud to come into the theatre late. Below are a few pictures of the lobby cards, which were placed all throughout and in front of the theaters. I've told this story to just about everyone, but every time I tell it I get really excited. Back in the 60's, smoking was allowed inside the theaters, and Grandaddy went to see it with his sister, Earline, and he said that after the shower scene, she was so scared, every attempt to strike a match failed, because she was constantly shaking from the horror. I don't know why I have such an attraction to this film. Every time I make a list of favorite movies, it is always first to go on as my number one favorite. And then when I try and describe what I love about it, I fall short of words. It's really one of those experiences that really only can be described by watching it.
Amy and I are going out on Halloween to do something. It has not been decided on, because there are many things to choose from. I kinda just want to do an old fashion graveyard body dig-up, but we can't have everything we want.
Oh, and tomorrow is the annual One Act competition. I'll be working and hopefully running lights. If he has already given that job to "you know who" I will be extremely upset. I love lighting and to be able to bring that channel up and down would give me such pleasure. Yes, I'm still talking about lighting.
Anyways, the writing center is about to close and I need to finally decide whether to go to class or not. Yeah, I've decided to go to class after all. There are so many times that I just spend too much time thinking. Whether it be where to eat, what movie to see, I need to stop thinking, and start drinking (Lucky Louie). God, I love citations (Will Lewis).
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