Terrible Transit Reading Material

First off, this is friday's post. I'm going to say right now that 6 am is going to be my official new day time. After midnight is not the next day as far as I'm concerned. It's six hours after that.

Another transit story today, not a great one though. I thought it was funny though. I know it's not nice to make fun of fat people but I'm just going to make some observations. There was a really fat guy in the back of the bus today. I looked at him a few times and noticed that he was quite large. When I looked at him again about a minute later he was leafing through a collection of coupons for mcdonald's. I could just imagine him thinking about whether he wanted to get two big macs or a two can dine meal deal. He may have also been cursing the fact that breakfast was only offered until 11am. Most people read books or newspapers on the bus, this guy reads coupons.

I don't think reading newspapers is much better though. I have something more than a strong dislike for the 24 and metro papers. I think they are just about the most mind-numbing words that anyone could feed to their eyes and mind. I'm biased against the news as it is, but if I do care to read up on current events I usually check out the bbc, they seem to have it together, and also have the atlantic ocean between them and the US. I can still remember when there was no such thing as the 24 or metro. It seems strange how easily it has been accepted. I don't know what their agenda is, but I don't trust whoever is producing those waste-of-tree publications.

Only a few more weeks of school left. I really need to get serious about my stuff, I've been putting it off way too much. As it is, I think some of my grades are going to suffer. I do hereby state that at no time before April 18th will I play any video games without the company of another person playing the game with me. I figure that if I write it down here it's harder to ignore. I think I can stick to that. I'm sure I'll have other distractions as it is anyways.

Two dreams from what I think was a very busy night of dreaming. There were tons of details so I'm going to try to only include things that make sense or are funny.

The first dream, I'm in prison with a couple friends. I don't think I know why, but it may very well be political because it is in the states. My friends and I have to do labour as part of our prison term, and we all have specialized jobs. I realize that the three of us, with the tools of our jobs, are perfectly equipped to break out of jail. I know one of us had wire cutters or something and I became surprised that the prison would be stupid enough to give us such tools. We plan an escape from the prison and make a run for it. The prison was right on the US/Canada border and we want to get back to Canada. The border looks more like the US/Mexico border though and there is a big river between the countries. My friends and I jump into the river and begin swimming as fast as we can. We know we only have so much time before they notice we are missing. The river is filled with a strong bleach-like chemical and we are all burned by it but keep going. I switch into a fierce backstroke so I can keep my face out of the water. We get across the river fairly quickly because our swimming is unrealistically fast. On the other side is another prison, a Canadian one I guess. We can't go around the prison for some reason so we have to go through. We scale the wall and sneak in. We don't want to be seen because we know the guards will not recognize us. We're also worried about being seen by other prisoners because they might rat us out. Nothing really happened after that, I don't think we ever got out of the prison in the dream.

In my second dream I had to shoot a video for a class. I don't think I was really aware of what was going on a lot of the time. I think I had been planning to shoot the video on my own time but the instructor had given me time in class to do it and I wasn't sure what to do. I was all over the place trying to plan things and I had never organized anything because that wasn't my style. My instructor, whom was not from real life, started getting really mad about my lack of preparation. She wanted me to come back to the class because I was somewhere else just doing what I wanted to. I said I didn't need to plan anything really and would not go back to the class because she had given me time to work, even though I was not working. She got really mad and grabbed me by the elbow or something. I then got super angry that an instructor would use physical force when I refused to cooperate. She was old but had a mean grip on my arm and was kind of twisting it. I yelled at her that she had no right to touch me at all in any circumstance. She retaliated by explaining that it had once been her job to touch people. Somehow I knew what she meant, and she meant that she had worked in the movie business and she had been really good at calming actors by simply touching them. She dragged me back to the class and I was still furious, saying she would not get away with her forceful ways. She reminded me again that it had been her job to touch people. I had had enough so I yelled fully in her face that she sucked at touching people, a harsh comment, and then I took off again, breaking free of her grip. That dream went on for a while but I thought that was the most interesting part because of the super intense confrontation. That's the second dream now where I have had a major disagreement with an instructor. It must mean something. My guess at a meaning would probably be that I don't agree with my instructors.