Dream

So, I just woke up and I'm posting this so that I don't forget. I've already forgotten some of this dream, but the part that I vividly remember is this:

I had decided to drive to Jamaica, so I did. Once I got to Jamaica, I was in this beautiful wooded area with stray dogs around (there are a lot of those in Jamaica). After peeing into the ocean, I set out looking for logs to take home with me. I found two logs about five feet long each, six inches across. I put them in the back of my Trailblazer, but I was worried about how I would get them on the plane (despite the fact that I had obviously brought my car). So, as I'm putting these logs into the car, my friend AJ, the old executive director of the FSU First Responder Unit comes up behind me. He starts telling me about how I'd be good for some officer position in the First Responder Unit next year, and he tells me that I need to speak to the Unit Coordinator about it. At some point, though, he changed into Commander Harmon Rabb, Jr. (played by David James Elliot) from that awesomely horrible TV show "JAG". So, then Admiral AJ Chegwidden (played by John Jackson) (also from "JAG") comes up behind me, and I guess he's supposed to be the Unit Coordinator. He starts out talking about how he wants me to take the new position of Health Officer or something, but then at some point he switches to talking about how he wants me to be a male model for Victoria's Secret. I would have to wear underwear and some sort of stylish neckpiece.

And that's as far as I got. Weird, huh?

:(

My girlfriend Kelly is in Paris right now, gallivanting around with her French friend Amelie, and I'm all along back in the lousy U.S. of A. She called last night and somehow I missed it, so I'm down about that. But oh well. I guess I need to get used to the occasional missing of her calls, since she'll be gone for the next seven weeks, and this is bound to happen again.

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I have an interview tomorrow for a job as a server at Ruby Tuesday. I've pretty much got an in, because I worked for one of the managers there at another Ruby Tuesday last summer.

Booo :(

So long, 4.0 GPA.

That Organic Final that I should have studied more for? Yeah, I didn't do so well on it. I still managed a B+ in the class, but my 4.0 has officially been trimmed to a slightly less awesome 3.96.

Oh well. It was bound to happen sooner or later.

In other news, my girlfriend Kelly left today for a 7 week trip to Europe. So, I'll be alone and bored for awhile. At least I've got school, work, and friends to keep me occupied. It should be alright.

P.S.: You know the blue pants that EMTs all wear? With the straps on the side to hold the trauma scissors? I have to buy some for my EMT Class, right? Well, they're 61 freaking dollars! I'm so pissed.