Gilgamesh

GIlgamesh was 2/3 god and 1/3 human. His parents must have either been quite kinky or gods have a very different breeding system than humans. He tames the wild man Enkidu by sending a temple prostitute to have sex with him for a week, and when the two get married, GIlgamesh comes in to demand sex with the bride. Those ancient Sumerians were very horny indeed >>;.

So for religion we have to read about the legend Gilgamesh. Or, at least a summary or such. And now to see what’s going to happen next in the class…

Today, I went with Elvin to Pier 39 to eat at that sea lion cafe place, because I liked the clam chowder there and the bread to dip in it. Sadly, no bread this time, although we did get oyster crackers to put into the chowder, which were good. I don’t know what makes them more oyster than normal crackers, but meh. I had some pasta, but it was rather…disappointing. There was a crapload of tomato bits in it, more than I cared for. Afterwards, we left for Chinatown since I was misinformed by my mother that there would be street festival there, and we were interested in free shit. The walk there was a bitch, there many, many hills >>;. I wish they could just chop the hills off and drop them into the bay >>;. On the way there I saw one of those nice public toilets in San Francisco, now they clean themselves apparently. They used to cost 25 cents to use, but it seems it’s free now. However, there was some dude in there taking a forever, so I decided not to use it. I was wondering if he was really pissing or crapping >>;. So we reached Chinatown, but no free shit, so we just went to the park so I could use bathroom. Elvin apparently saw a triangular penis in there and was put off severely by it >>;. After Elvin’s trauma, we went to look for Ramune, failed, and opted for Jamba Juice and Borders at that mall place. It was a good day, but I’m tired as fuck. Still have English and religion work to do though ><.

Listening to: Nightwish-White Night Fantasy.

it was like a…triforce

Laney

So, I’m the only person I know that’s going to Laney right now. +1 for uniqutiy >>;.

I’ve been able to fit my schedule onto Monday to Thursday and not have to wake up before 9…at the cost of me staying until 9 for one night class on Tuesday ><. It would have been unavoidable anyways, that was the only minority studies class there was so I could satisfy the American Cultures requirement. So Monday I start at 1 with Cultural Geography, then stay until 5:30 for History of Asian Art. The teacher for cultural geography reminds me of Smart ><. Uses Powerpoints, teaches social science, textbook that is very wall-ish…fine, it’s only 3 things, but I still feel she’s very reminiscent of Smart. >>;. The Asian art history teacher is Chinese, strongly accented, and quiet to boot, and I’ve really bad ears. M-M-M-MONSTER COMBO! Aside from that, I’ve only had one session of the class, so I can’t say much.

Tuesday I wake early for 10:30 English (that’s what we call adding insult to injury), fail at English, and stay until 2:20 for World Religion. English, I already feel like I’m going to fail, the whole grade is pretty much based on 7-8 essays, and we all know how crappy I make essays. I’m very, very afraid >>;. It was one bitch of a class to get into though. There was unsureness whether I had to take the English assessment test to get in, but a counselor waived it for me with my AP English score. Then the teacher said we had to bring proof of prerequisites…she didn’t list off AP scores as one, so I was unsure. I was really hoping that I’d not be able to take the class…but of course, it worked ><. Now I’m rather stuck with it…World religion on the other hand sounds much more interesting, mostly on the professor’s part. He’s Persian, has 12 kids, rather funny, and very philosophical and such. It’s still a mystery on how the class will turn out however…for the most part, we talk in class, talk that gets us reflecting on ourselves and such. It’s like no other class I’ve taken…

Wednesday is the easy day, only geography, I get to slack off >>;. Thursday is just like Tuesday. The night class hasn’t started yet, it starts next Tuesday, so I get around 3-4 hours of free time…at Laney >>;. Should be productive…hopefully.

I’ve put off all the science and math classes for Berkeley since I’m rather crappy at the classes I have currently, so it would be even harder in Berkeley >>;.

Listening to: TIesto-Just Be.

Professor Oak to Red: “I came when I’d heard you’d beaten the ELITE FOUR.”

A Dream of My Hand

Fitting, that I come out of my summer hiatus with something about my dreams. I first begun blogging because of an interesting dream I wanted to remember…now I come back with two. I’ll talk about summer a bit later…

So, big part of the dream involved me and my diseased hand, which I forgot somehow got fucked up and began to rot and necrotise. But I had disregarded it in its early stages since I was trying to find this silver canister that had the third letter of a series of three letters to a hot teacher from a student of hers that I had somehow come across. So it was nearly too late when I went to the doctors…for some reason they were based in my room >>;. So, some lady doctor started moulding some gooey doughy substance around the hand, and then it all dripped off onto the ground…so she did it again, and it stayed put. She then put my hand into some container, put me to bed, and sent me off into an artificially induced coma so the hand would heal. During the coma, I got glimpses of what was happening about me, but I couldn’t do shit about it. My dad during that time said it was about time to cut my hair, seeing as I was out of commission and shit, but I tried screaming out “NO”, but the words didn’t come out of my mouth. He decided against it though, for some reason…until I woke up, and found myself a bald black person for some reason >>;. My hand was fixed though, if left a bit battered. I think this comes from watching too much House…>>;.

Then I had a second dream, or the transition was rather murky. I was wheelchair bound and getting out of the airport, and I had to get out through the metal detector. There was a special one for the handicapped, but it seemed more troublesome to get through, since there was a tripwire thingy right at the height of the wheels and and my head. I was also listening to music, and had the general stuff in my pockets like pens, coins, wallet, and cellphone, along with my bag. So I had to put all that shit down in some tub to run it through the xray machine, while I struggled along with pulling my wheelchair through the tripwired metal detector. Then I had to struggle back in for some reason, I think it was to pick up my stuff although that would be illogical >>;. Then I forget what happened…

I think I had a dream before those two, involving me running away from bad people inside a hotel with three sets of elevators. The top of the hotel had some BART-like trains, except it was confined to the hotel roof or something (still a pretty large circular track, I suppose), and I remember trying to get away by going down one elevator while the bad guys tried catching me on the roof by taking another elevator up. Don’t rememeber much beyond it…The hotel seemed familiar however, like I’ve had another dream in it. Especially the bit with the train on top of the roof.

Listening to: Nothing, but The Troggs-I Can’t Control Myself is somewhat stuck in my head >>:.

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