opus 36

well i just sent in my five hundred buckeroos to columbia. or, should i say, my parent's 500 buckeroos. the point is, i'm either going to columbia in the fall or i'm giving them a free half grand. either way, whew.

yesterday was weird... after work i came home and took a nap, where i had a crazy night terror/nightmare. i'm really worried my night terrors are coming back (i've had bad reoccuring nightmares about volanoes and fires and stuff since i was little, but then senior yr in high school i had crazy apocolypse nightmares constantly and my mom made me go to therapy for it). it would make sense since i think those nightmares were symptoms of repressed anxiety, and the pattern of senior yr right before graduation also fits. anyways this one was particularly terrifying - it started out innocently enough: i was on a ferris wheel waiting for my friends (it looked a lot like the columbian exposition of 1893's midway area, though i knew i was in bronxville), doing work on my laptop. it started to go really fast and my bag fell off - so i jumped off the ferris wheel to go pick it up. as i was doing so, i heard a huge vibrating BOOM and looked in the direction of manhattan - there was a crazy mushroom cloud. so i dropped to the ground and tried to push my head down in the sand of the midway. the next thing i knew, katie and i were in some room at slc with the windows drawn, trying to figure out what our next move would be - leave, head north, or try to wait it out in the room until someone came to get us. but would anyone? there were some other people there too i think. two security guards came in and said they had a van that was working - they could take us. so we got in. for some reason we headed down into manhattan, and we stopped outside of the main gate of columbia's campus. the buildings were all torn up and it looked like a disaster zone. for some reason we went in, and went to the administration building. we walked into a room where there were three clearly higher-ups from the board of directors maybe? the funny thing was, they were all dressed in turn of the century tuxedos - tail flaps, crisp white collars, and so on. a few of them even had white andrew carnegie-style beards. anyways we talked to one, and i forget but we had to ask them a question. so he turned to the other two, who were both looking away. when they turned towards us, i finally saw that they were zombies from the nuclear fallout. they both had two different colored eyes. there mouthes were hanging open and they just sat at their mohogany desks and looked in our eyes. then i woke up. BOOYAH!

dang was that scary. the two different colored eyes thing is from the promo poster for the new 28 weeks later movie. which i am SO EXCITED FOR! then i spent some time researching how to survive a nuclear attack (answer: there really is no way to survive a nuclear attack!). it's bad, because the Apocolypse and related apocolypses are the most fascinating ideas to me - i love books about them and movies and stories and so on...but that stuff is also the scariest stuff EVER to me. so it's like a vicious cycle of alternating fascination and terror. but geez i hope these dreams don't continue. i'm gonna have a hard time living in manhattan if they do.

anyways we postponed our tower crawl because justin had some kind of nervous break the night before and only slept an hour, so he was too tired to go. so i woke up all disgustingly sweaty and freaked out, then katie drove us all to new rochelle, so we could go to one of their favorite midwestern chain restaurants, buffalo wild wings. we ordered ONE HUNDRED wings and got them in medium, mango habenero, and asian zing sauces. oh my god. i've never really been to a place for wings so this was new to me. everyone chided me throughout the meal because apparently, i am a very wasteful wing eater. as justin yelled, "THE CARTILAGE IS THE BEST PART! CRACK OPEN THE BONES!" ugh. but it was delicious.

i'm excited for tonight, there's a party in DL on justin's hall and those are always the best ones.