Deep talks = lullabies

So, I tried to update last night so I wouldn't have another morning post talking about the past, but alas, I fell asleep after having deep talk with the boy.

Yesterday, I had a performance with my ballet school. It was interesting, considering half of the main characters were missing and many of the square dancers too (We were putting on Rodeo), so there was a total of 10 of us performing. Luckily, Jeremiah was drafted to help with lifts, but still, the performance was kind of awkward. At the same time, though, I was glad to see a couple of my friends again and just get to talk and hang out with them before heading out to the glorious future that is Chicago. Katie and Karina - the two other main girls there - are both heading to UW-Milwaukee. Katie is majoring in dance, and Karina isn't quite sure, but she wants to look into religious studies. We had a good chat about that, which was nice.

I also had a dream last night about where I'll be staying this year for college - The University Center. In my dream, it was nothing like it actually is; to use the elevators, I had to press my floor number and then enter in a crazy number combination, otherwise I'd be taken to the wrong floor. Also, on my floor (8th), on the "boys' side", there were guys everywhere running in and out of rooms, and most of them looked like they had just taken a shower. On the "girls' side", the actual room numbers were just numbers to closets, and all the beds were bunk beds set up in the hallway and a square gathering area. A friend of mine from high school, Laura (who is going to UW-Madison), had the top bunk of the bunk bed I called. When I looked outside the window, it seemed that there was some kind of pool attached to our floor. I went out on the deck that was attached to the pool, and it was raining.

I have a feeling it was a stress dream.

Aye yie yie.

I had a dream...

...about this boy:



I helped him sneak away from his job, and we were being chased by his boss and right-hand woman. We went all over the place; rolling hills, a junkyard, a mansion, a shack, even a populated area and a gay high school with cheerleader exotic dancers. It was so romantic and exhilirating.

I need to take some chances in my life.

I think I had this dream probably because I desperately want to see 500 Days of Summer. It gives me warm fuzzies every time I see the trailer. I know it most likely has nothing to do with the plot of my dream, but...come on. Joseph Gordon-Levitt was in my dream. He's in the movie. I think we have a winner.

Also [cheese] the trailer makes me desperately miss my own Joseph.

Jeremiah's gone up north for the week, and this is the longest time we've been away from each other since summer began. I'm going crazy with longing. Not to mention boredom. It's only a week, but it's made me realize something big...

I think for a split moment in my dream, Joseph turned into Jeremiah. I could recognize that hair anywhere.

That boy is something else.





[/cheese]

Post-Orientation

As I sat inside the building located at 1104 S. Wabash St. - or what will be known to me as the 1104 Center for the next four years - I couldn't help but feel intimdated. The vice president of the college who had been working there for 25 years spoke to us with high expectations. He wanted us to become "young creatives", to take a grab at our major and squeeze the life out of it hoping to achieve a miracle. As I sat with hundreds of people, none of which I knew and who hadn't even started attending the school yet, I felt fear towards what I was expected to do. Simultaneously, I felt inspired. I absolutely could not wait to create a masterpiece.

And I still can't.

The school? Columbia College Chicago. A private art school located in the heart of the Loop, where downtown life thrives. It currently has 12,500 students, all with different ideas and goals for themselves. I've loved this city for so long but have always admired it from afar living in south eastern Wisconsin. Suddenly, I'd be living here for four years. I'd be picked out of my small town of 7,000 people and dropped right in the hustle and bustle with millions of people, no one whom I'd see more than once.

The major? Well, so far, I'm not sure. For now I've declared dance as my major, but I also want to look into photography, film, and audio arts and acoustics. I originally planned for photography as my major, but after rediscovering my love for dance these past few years, I wanted an excuse to dance all the time. Besides, I get to take an African dance class first semester. Who gets that opportunity often?

On August 29th, the day I move in, my life will be changed forever.

I can't wait.