Last night, at around 4, I went running around school, the place where the baseball diamond is, and started talking to some third year who took microbioterroism last year. He told me that last six weeks were easier than the first, but I disagreed. Then he was remembered that they had gone through the book backwards, so obviously they covered the hard stuff first. It made perfect sense to me. I started studying my flashcards for my final.
I went across the street to The Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf on Sunset, but everyone there was holding a bottle of Herbal essences and debating Woodrow Wilson and Teddy Roosevelt and which was better, The Last Samurai or Mel Gibson. And I said, How is that even possible, I mean, the two are quite incomparable, how weird. Also, the ceiling of Coffee Society was like. Disneyworld. Plus, the whole place smelled like a frickin fortune cookie.
And then Jessica Simpson walked in and announced that she’s getting married to that senior guy I was talking to earlier. Everyone was outraged, because of course she was so recently divorced. She told us that she is hosting Iron Chef on TV, and the theme ingredient was water. The Challenger was this French guy from Canada and the Iron Chef person looked like the Purple Care Bear.
The food looked so unbelievably good on screen, and all the judges were like Al Sharpton and the Trix Bunny. George Bush really liked the Stir-Fry Water Soup, he said it held the essence of the ingredient very well. He kind of sounded like a Japanese actress, and was wearing a kimono.
It made such sense in my dream.
