Sleepless In Denver

Yesterday I had a nap for nearly 2 hours, and I paid for it last night. I couldn’t fall asleep, I tossed and turned for hours. I woke up frequently. My mind was racing as I tried to fall asleep, thinking any weird thought that popped into my mind. I can’t recall all it, but I remember that I was reliving some nightmare. I have a recurring nightmare. I have it at least once a year. You’re going to think it’s funny (or really scary), but I have the dream that I’m still in high school. Or I dream that I never finished. I think that’s part of the reason for hanging up my diploma, it’s proof that it’s been done. To some people maybe that’s not a nightmare, but to me it is.

Don’t get me wrong, there are parts of high school I enjoyed, but mostly it was… you know… high school. I wasn’t much of a joiner, Drama being the exception. I had a few different circles I hung out with. I disliked almost all of my classes.

Okay, I’m compelled to share more about this. In 9th grade we get to choose where we want to go to high school. Nearly everyone in my school were headed to Page, but I didn’t want to go there. I wanted either Vic, or Scona. But Vic was too far away, and my friends Mandy & Marc were going to Scona. My mom wasn’t keen on that, so I settled on Harry Ainlay. I don’t entirely know why. I had one friend going there, Lisa. Three weeks into September, my dad took Colin & I to Nevada, which would turn out to be the trip from hell. By the time I got back (3 weeks later), I was so far behind in school work and making friends. No one knew me, not even the teachers. I didn’t recover scholastically. But I did manage to make some friends (Cynthia, Adam, & Eddy). At the end of 10th grade, I had 21 credits. This will mean nothing to my Yankee readers, just go with it. The reasoning for only 21 credits? I never went to class and spent way too much time with my boyfriend. My mom decided I needed to switch schools, to where she knew the principal, McNally. I got to make friends all over again! I met up with an ex-boyfriend of a friend from H.A.(Nathan), and hung out with him and his friends. That’s how I got hooked up with Young Life, and where I learned to play Bridge. 11th grade went better, 12th grade was a disaster (skipping classes again), and I got to watch all my friends graduate, while I did not. I had to go back. To make a long story short (too late) I did eventually graduate. But because I made such a mess of my high school years, I have nightmares that I never finished. That I’m still stuck there. You’d think this would make me not want to go to a high school reunion, but it doesn’t. I would love to see what became of former classmates. (James says one of our classmates came out of the closet!) I guess because I’m so different from the person I used to be, I’m open to going back.

I left out all lot of the gory details of those years, because who wants to read that?! Was there a point to all of this? Oh yeah, I was thinking about high school last night while I was trying to sleep. I nearly got out of bed to touch my diploma to be sure it was still there. I was thinking about the day I left for Malibu (Young Life Camp). A bunch of my friends came at 6am to say goodbye. They gave me a gift, which I still have buried in a box. It was a pendant for a necklace with my initials on it. The trip was a pretty good time. I bonded with some people, I learned that I have a fear of water-skiing. When I got motion sickness on the bus ride back, Gary let me sleep on his shoulder. When I would wake up, we would sing Weird Al together. The night I got back, my mom ordered KFC for dinner. I still remember how good it smelled. I can still see it on my plate if I close my eyes.

Okay, I really should move onto something else. Um… there were tornados last night. Not here, but in Elbert County. The weather was odd yesterday, but I didn’t see the signs. Hey, it’s been a while since I lived in tornado country. Our Irvine trip is almost turning into an Edmonton-type thing. Meaning, I am booking up my meal times. 🙂 I have dinner plans for the Sunday night, Monday night, Tuesday lunch. And I still haven’t emailed some people yet. I joked with Geoff that I was going to spend everyday at the beach. Sigh, Laguna Beach.

I called my doctor to ask about a prescription he gave me a few months ago, only to find out he’s not doing the patient thing anymore. He’s only teaching (health reasons). So now I get to go through the trouble of getting to know a new doctor. What a pain in butt. But what can you do?

I’m having fun this week finding out that Chris knows the same people I know. It’s always neat when that happens. I am also amused to see how people are finding my blog. I get a lot from people googling “perogy statue”. And a few of people I think who are specifically looking for me (they google Melissius).

I’ve been stewing on making my next Top Five “debut albums”, but I’m not sure if that includes EP’s. I wouldn’t count demos, but EP’s? Any thoughts? Also, I feel like I should make a separate list for Canadian bands. Otherwise Canadians would dominate the list. Not that that’s a bad thing.

I have to say how very very very disappointed I am that they cast Nicole Kidman as Ulla in the remake of The Producers. She is no Ulla. She could never be Ulla. Man, that movie is going suck because they cast her as Ulla! They do have the Roger DeBris (played splendidly by Gary Beach) whom I saw in L.A. and was also in the Broadway version. But Nicole Kidman?!

Alright, I should sign off, get dressed and go to the library. I rented a really cheesy movie to watch (Streets Of Fire). Geoff, I can hear you rolling your eyes. 🙂 Hey, it has a pretty good soundtrack. And I freely admit it is cheesy. I’m closing with a quote from Kissing A Fool.

Max Abbitt: This is not a toothpick, okay? It’s an Australian chewing stick. See, I know other countries in Europe!

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