I'm kind of worried about this coming Tuesday, I'm kind of not. If you were in my situation, you may very well say the same. It's the anniversary of my psychotic episode that got me in the hospital for three weeks, and since then I've been taking Epival (valproic acid) an anti-convulsant. Thankfully I'm not on the Zyprexa (olanzipine) which was the anti-psychotic. Now, I'm just content with the fact that I have a job lined up for next week, and will have that job for the rest of the summer. The other two jobs I've had have not had that guarantee. One of them only lasted for a week, but that was a contract, and I didn't mind because it was a $600 contract! Hee hee. The other one is my current job with the 2006 Census, and the longest that is going to last is until mid-June. And that's going to be part-time as well. Hence getting a full-time job that I'll have to commute 35 minutes on my bike, and the trip is going to be uphill both ways, is going to be a good way to pan out the summer.
On another happy note, I have my marks in for the Winter semester, and I'm content to say that I've passed everything.
EE 401 C
EE 460 B-
EE 461 C+
ENGG 400 CR (means credit)
After I found out that I passed EE 460 and 461, I wasn't really worried about anything else. Those were my trouble courses, and ENGG 400... That was a joke. Some people only went to that class once, the day of the final, and I'm confident most of them passed too.
I just noticed that I failed to mention what my summer job is going to be. I'm going to be a porter at Freedom Ford. It's a good $9/hr to start, going to $10/hr after three months. The only problem is that I'll be going back to school in three months! Hmmm... Maybe I could work part-time during the year. What am I talking about? OF COURSE I'm going to work part-time during the year! How else am I going to get money to pay the rent and other bills? I don't qualify for student loans anymore since this will be my sixth year, and loans will only fund five years at most. Caitlin has a new job prospect on the horizon, but she hasn't got confirmation yet. However we are very hopeful, just like her future employer. The waiting is the painful part.
Caitlin wasn't feeling all that good when she went to work today, and it only got worse once she got there. So she came home early, and I took the day off from my job to stay home with her. During a nap this afternoon, I had an interesting dream. I dreamt that my grandfather didn't have Alzheimer's or was on medication that made him better. We shared a long hug and then went into his house. I'm assuming it was his, because I felt like I was visiting. I was carrying my iPAQ around, and Grandma noticed, and I explained what you can do with it. Afterwards, she gave me a $10 bill, and I thought it was for my birthday. I commented to my dad that it's been a long time since the family has visited, because I just now got my birthday present, and it was May right now. At some point before I got the $10, I noticed a lapel pin that had a poppy on it, and below it had something that indicated that it was a war veterans society pin. I'm not sure if it was a Legion, or some other organization, I just know that it was my Grandpa's. I've never seen it in real life. Then "Waka Laka" started playing on a stereo, and it was a little loud. As I went to adjust the volume, my sister Liz told me it was her CD in the player, and asked if I remember dancing this song with her. I then try to adjust the volume, but it's either too muffled or still too loud. At this point I notice that there are some children's screams coming from the basement. More like happy shrieks actually, but someone yells in that general vicinity in an effort to shut them up. I don't know who yelled, and I don't know who told that person that shouting at screaming kids doesn't solve much, but I think they were both women, and I think the second one was Tiana. I then went downstairs to see what all the commotion was about, and three or four little girls passed me to go upstairs. I didn't recognize any of them, but I think one of them was Megan Tolley, my niece. There were still three, possibly four, boys still downstairs, none of them older than twelve and the youngest seemed to be about four. The oldest was fiddling with a TV remote changing channels. Nothing but static was coming up, so I pushed the power button and told the boy, "It's not worth watching anyway." Or something like that. He then picked up a handheld device that looked like the original GameBoy, and the TV displayed the opening screen of a game. Turns out I didn't turn off the TV, just switched the mode. After the oldest boy started playing the game on the TV, I turned my attention to another one of the boys, and started playing catch with three rubber bouncy balls. I was tossing them with my feet, and one ball almost hit the youngest boy, who was watching my footwork. Thankfully it missed him. The boy who was playing with me started tossing them with his feet too, and I retrieved them, then tossed them back. The boy stored them behind his back in the bottom edge of a sweatshirt he was wearing. The edge was curled up, making a sort of groove just big enough for the balls. At that point I woke up.
What does this dream mean? Does it mean anything? My wife has told me that I have some empathic abilities, and this might be a reflection of some future events. Or what I hope to happen in the future. I do know that I play DDR, heck I have some songs on my computer, but I never remember playing with Liz. I can barely get my wife to play.
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