Effie.

alicia drove to my house in her orange car; it was a standard. we were having a laugh and needed to get to the DMV, but couldn't take her car. so i got ready to drive the golf, after explaining to my dad (i lived at home) that i drive slower when i drive a standard. so after emerging from the lake of water the car was in, i drove away.

then i found myself looking for alicia, carless, still having to get to the DMV, so i hopped on the bus. there was a family with 4 girls. the second youngest, Effie, was adorable! you got on the bus and Effie was ecstatic. her preemie sister had 4 tubes coming out of her face. suddenly this moment launched into a commercial i was watching on tv. this family was russian and the preemie was a victim of child traficking; her parents sold her. i became instantly devasted and wanted to cry for Effie.

so, alone and sad in a beautiful hardwood floor apartment, i decided that i would light some candles and do some yoga while the kids i was babysitting slept, since i couldn't find alicia anyway. as i started to dig out the candles, you ran through the door with a single matress in your arms and blankets and bags and threw it to the ground playfully. you sat on the couch and i approached you and kissed you in very silly ways. carolyn and ashley burst in, laid on the matress back to back. they noticed our body language and asked if they should leave. i told them, "i kind of want you to stick around!" where i proceeded to slap carolyn's butt.

feb 06 07

the group went out into the football field where there was to be a grand unveiling. someone brought it out, a giant swath of fabric, green, blue, red and yellow. it was a pyramid. but there were holes in the fabric, which we had to patch with buckets and buckets of tiny velcro balls the same color as the walls. it was to be our project for the summer, and our home in the winter. we got to check out an already built pyramid. the walls were plastered and painted on the inside, the same color as the wall. it was huge enough to hold hundreds of students. i saw chris s. and someone else from my elementary school days, who used to be a dork but was now blazingly cool.

later i was serving popcorn to some ladies. they took a giant bag and filled it with a brick of popcorn that was stale and stuck together so that they could get more for their money. it was gross looking. i rang it in, and it said something like 4 dollars, and the women were mad, because it was too expensive. i had to get my boss gordie to tell me how much they cost. i had to do a really confusing computer program to fix it, because the women had paid for the popcorn several months ago and were only picking it up now.