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| - Pack (up my shit in Corvallis)
- Sell a bed (queen, with frame, nice metal frame headboard and footboard thingy...$50 if you move it, available Friday Aug. 31...any takers?)
- Go to my last OSU football game as a student
- (get tickets for said game)
- Show up at my court date (92 in a 55)
- Turn in IRB application
- Shop - got everything I need for Chile (pants, shoes, contact fluid, childrens' Spanish workbooks to practice with on the plane)
- Buy presents for host family, future Chilean friends and cohorts
- Get rid of shit
- Move the shit I'm not getting rid of to the storage unit
- Have a going away party (Version 1.0: Saturday, September 1st at my mom's house in PDX...Version 2.0: I don't know, let's say Thursday, August 30th in Corvallis? ...I'll talk to Patrick...)
- See Sasha, Machorro, the Fulton, and *hopefully *hopefully, the Mighty Quinn
- Pack (up the stuff I'm taking to Chile)
- Not die
If I do all of this, I am amazing and grateful to everyone who help(ed)(s) me! I have a headache and can't sleep just thinking (read: "stressing") about it!
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| Last night was a busy night in slumberland.
I started out in a classroom, in a class with frequent quizzes, which I somehow managed to fail. Even after making corrections and turning them back in to the teacher, the highest grade I could have hoped for was a C. Rachel Silver, a funny gal, was in the class, colluding and carousing with me. Any class with Rachel in it is automatically a fun class!
Then I must have rolled over and half woken up because my dream changed. I was a girl, accompanying the men in my family, (my fictional dream family) on a job. We went to a small restaurant called Guarilla...I don't even know if that's a real word in Spanish, but it's similar to Guajira (a word in a song on the Dirty Dancing Havana Nights soundtrack) and quesadilla, so it's all good. The men were casing the joint or something, and I sat down and suddenly this big guy surrounded by thugs was talking to me and my family guys were gone. He was telling me how he knew what they had been up to: he pointed to a computer and told me they had stolen files off of it from him. And how he had let them do it, let them think they were one-upping him, but how he was planning on catching them in their game in the end. And he was telling ME all of his plans, me who was related to these guys! It was too much for me to take!
I don't know if this next dream was before or after that one, and I don't remember much. All I remember is a host family (not the one in the picture from my future Chilean host family), who accepted me, or something.
The last dream was really the most compelling. It had the most drama, a full range of emotions. I can't remember how it began. It was in this huge castle and a festival was going on. For some reason, I was running away from a fox, and I ran into a huge deserted banquet hall, where the tables were like 15 feet high! There was someone else in the room, though I don't remember who it was. I was terrified of the fox...I didn't want him to catch me. Somehow I was on top of the table and he was on the ground, snarling up at me. I threw the things on the table down at him, goblets and food. Some of it missed, some of it hit him square in the face. One thing either bounced back or he caught and threw it back at me. I think he shook me down off the table and I was so afraid he was going to bite or eat me. Then he snarled that all he wanted to do was kiss me. This was very strange and I thought it must be a ruse to get closer to my neck. I never stopped being afraid. He kissed me, and I kissed back. He had huge fangs that felt weird to kiss. Then he bounded out of the room and up the stairway. Apparently I stopped being afraid of him because I really enjoyed that kiss, and I chased after him and called to him to come back. And he stopped and turned around and said never to mention this to anyone or to even acknowledge that anything had happened or that I even knew him, because we would never see each other again.
Conclusion: I am crazy.
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| For more on the food crisis:
http://allafrica.com/stories/200706251036.html
Why are we invading countries that don't need it and doing nothing for countries who are practically begging for intervention?
http://www.thefirstpost.co.uk/index.php?storyID=7592
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| People are starving. They can't afford food. Inflation is over 5,000%, which I think most of us can't even comprehend. Vendors can't afford new stock. The "president" is actually a dictator. People aren't allowed to leave the country. My penpal is starving. I want to help her...
What can I do? What should I do? What would help her the best? I feel pretty horrible right now...
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| yeah, who's to say you're not crazy? who's to say i am. not.
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