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The strange dreams are back. *sigh* Ah, well. I had two weeks' respite.

I finished the first project of my thesis. Tomorrow I'm going to attempt to convince my advisor to not throw out all my data. Because, gee, it would feel so good to have the last couple months of work thrown out the window.

COSMOS ends Saturday, so I'll be free of UCSC for the rest of the summer as of then. Hurray! An actual break. I intend to actually enjoy part of the eight weeks between now and the beginning of fall quarter. No, don't laugh. Really! I AM going to enjoy part of it! Hey, stop laughing!

In other news, I have no money, rent is due in two weeks, and Bank of America won't send me any more money until I send them official enrollment verification for the coming school year. The school won't give me an official enrollment verification certificate until the quarter starts in eight weeks. Cingular, in the meantime, never received a $130 payment I made because I sent it to an account I closed two months ago. I spent $20 on food today and felt guilty about it, despite the fact that until today I was down to eating Campbell's soup and food stolen from the dining hall.

Note: Everything in parentheses below was written before 10:30 pm tonight.
(Like I said in the last post, the surgery will be on August 4. June will have moved out by then, Mo and Sarah work all the time, Jan will be in Germany, Ann will still be out of the state, and Nick will be spending the week out of town with his parents at his grandparents'. My own parents will be at June Lake. This leaves me with the prospect of taking a taxi home from the hospital. Does anyone want to drive into Santa Cruz for the weekend and take care of me? Or just drive in for that day to bring me home from the hospital, so I don't have to spend $11 to go six miles? Haven't talked to George yet, but my guess is that he'll be busy as well. And another little guess says it doesn't matter when I'd scheduled the surgery, he would be busy then anyway.

And that, my friends, is the sorry state of affairs I am currently calling my existence.)

Note: Everything following was written after 10:40 pm tonight.
I just got off the phone with Nick. I called his house earlier and left a message, but he didn't call me back.... So just now, he called and said he was hanging out with a friend, realized he hadn't talked to me yesterday or today, and borrowed aformentioned friend's cell phone so he could call and say hello. That was all he had to say. Just hello. Just because he hasn't talked to me in 48 hours. (Can you see my stupid grin?) He said he hadn't gotten my message from earlier, so I told him that I'd called to ask if he could drive me home from the hospital after my surgery. I guess the "out of town" thing he's got going on that week is in Watsonville, which is a grand total of 20 miles away, so he can definitely come up to Santa Cruz for an afternoon to shuttle me back and forth from the hospital.

I am thrilled.

It is amazing how the grocery list of shitty things that happened today can be erased by the fact that my boyfriend called to say hello and can drive me home from the hospital after I have surgery.

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ah seester! i'm going to be getting my license pretty soon probably within the next couple of weeks... i would so be willing to drive to come get you! i wish i could! maybe i can take a day off and come visit you for a weekend to help take care of you. lemme talk to chris and see what he says (if we can work it... if he'll drive part way... all that jazz)

*GIANT HUGS* i love you! i'll call you on saturday. i promise. scouts honor. :)

Oh, it would be great to see you! Nick said he can drive me, though, so you don't need to drive all the way down to Santa Cruz just to watch me be a convalescent for a few days. Maybe we can hang out the weekend before; I think I'll be in Reno for at least one night before I bring my mom's car back down here to SC.

Congrats on getting your license!

I'm working part of Saturday, but if you call me after 1:00 it should be okay. :-P *hugs*

well, silly... i wouldn't come just to watch you. i'd come to help you and paint your toenails and bring you things.

and i'll definitely call you after one... i don't get off till 130 anyway.

Well, I'm definitely down with the bringing things and the toenail painting... But what would you do with Galen?

Great! Can't wait to talk to you Saturday!

well.. i suppose.... he'd just have to have his toys and he could just play by himself. he can entertain himself for a few minutes, there are toenails to be painted! :P

But... honey... my house isn't baby-proof. And it's dirty... I'd be freaked out having a kid in this house. It would like a crazy death trap. We should just hang out while I'm in Reno.... I don't have an exact schedule yet, but I will be in Reno in August....

Oh, good. I thought I was going to have to volunteer my mom.

Hey, guess what? I haven't said "Banana" to you in over 48 hours. In fact, I probably haven't said "banana" at all in over 48 hours. So I will continue not to say "banana" and instead say "moz," which really amounts to the same thing.

Hey, man. Moz.

Oh man! I had this REALLY weird dream last night about your mom coming to pick me up from the dorms when I moved out (I don't know how my brain thought I was living in the dorms) and take me to the surgery... but then somehow my mind slipped into Harry Potter mode, and Harry had just had the surgery and escaped a la Frankenstein's monster and was staying with a distant relative, until he found out that he could move things made of iron, sort of like Magneto from X-Men. Then Harry decided he couldnt' let the people he loved get killed anymore, so he killed said distant relative, and I thought to myself, "Wow, the seventh book is REALLY dark." Then I realized I'd forgotten to get in the car with your mom and go to the surgery, so we called her back, and she came and got me. And I woke up.

Have you finished the sixth book yet? Of course you have. I have a theory that arose from this strange dream (DON'T READ THE REST OF THIS COMMENT IF YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED THE BOOK)-- what if Harry is the last Horcrux? Then he'd have to kill himself in the seventh book. For about two minutes, this made perfect sense... but I've started to see some holes in the theory now. So I'm not sure anymore.

Anyway. I'm going to guess that moz is the Arabic version of banana, so I'm going to return in kind.

Vache.

Ha, nice dream... I seem to have been cheated... usually I remember my two dreams for the year in summer, but I haven't gotten anything this far...

Hmm. Harry the Horcrux... sounds like a really bad children's story...

i kinda thought the same thing about harry... but then i thought why would she kill harry? you know voldemort is gonna die in the next book, it's just gonna be a big price, like ron or hermione or ginny.

I think Harry's going to die. It just seems logical. But if he was a Horcrux, he'd have to kill himself and Voldemort at the same time in order to win.... So I don't know if I think he's a Horcrux. But I definitely think he's going to die.

i'm kinda torn. it seems logical that good would triumph over evil... but that's been so done before. so i really don't know. snape has to be in there somewhere on the list to die, don't you think?

damn her! i want the next book!!! *whine*