"Pigs (Three Different Ones)" by Pink Floyd

Thursday: The days seem really long with these 3 hour classes, especially when the professors don’t give breaks in between. Even small breaks I’d be happy with. I’m not looking for anything epic to make the classes longer, but 15 minutes would make me very happy. Just enough time for me to actually enjoy my sandwich, soda, and a short conversation. I tried that on Wednesday and the lab instructor, Anna, was cool about things. I really need to pick up the letters from disabled students so I don’t hear anything about how I eat in class, especially in photography since he doesn’t seem to give breaks, then again I only had one class so far. After a short class full of, introduce yourself and tell me something interesting where I couldn’t think of anything meanwhile I like to hang out in cemeteries, and filled out some papers Anna asked me about the research methods class I took before this class. We discussed that it is better for me to stay in this current class since it was a while since I had that research class and since that professor sucked, there are things I am not really sure how to do. When I left I headed to the com lab with Enchantment and then headed home. My knee didn’t bother me, or I should say hasn’t. I think its due to the anti inflammatory I am taking zyflamend, which is a herbal supplement. I hope that it continues to do its job because I really don’t want to think about surgery especially if it takes 3 weeks to heal. My mother’s friend Stacey had surgery on her knee and wasn’t allowed to walk up and down stairs and sadly for me to get to the train station, or ones near by, I need to go up and down stairs I can’t avoid it. at school I could but still leaving the train station at school I still need to walk up a flight and go down the same when I leave. I am thinking that if I need to have any surgery I will wait until the middle of May when classes end. This way if I need time to heal I will have the rest of May and June so I can then work in the summer program in July.

All today I kept hearing about this snow storm and how it is approaching with an indefinite amount of snow accumulation. I have a feeling it might be something intense, and I don’t feel like going out. I have a reading for experimental that I really want to get done and also would like to do some work in photoshop as well. I have a lot to do tomorrow, Friday, but I decided to just write an entry before I go to sleep and empty my head and also tell a somewhat short story that I think I possibly wrote about before if not a few times.

This kid that went to my grammar school, John, I have had dreams about which started in high school. Nothing dirty or crazy just would see him, we’d talk, and that was it. I hadn’t heard from him since he left the 5th grade and always wondered what happened to him. My mother made attempts to find his family to see how they were doing since my mother did help them with some of their financial endeavors which I didn’t know about until later on in life. Mainly didn’t find out this information until after I started college and mentioned finding him. After facebook got up and running and I joined I tried to find him and was not successful, but I found his sister right around the same time my mother found his mother in some search. I wrote his sister and asked if she had a brother named John, just to make sure and she did. My mother called shortly after and she spoke to his mother once. Apparently she had a funeral to go to, I still don’t know how true that is I just think she didn’t want to talk on the phone. She said she would return the call and that never happened. I would write his sister randomly and ask how she is doing. She gave me his aim screen name and his cell number but I felt weird calling him out of the blue. Seriously what do you talk about after all these years? The last time I spoke to him was in the 5th grade, but anyway. So not long ago, before I decided to write this, I saw that his sister’s birthday is coming up so I went to her page. I was going through her pictures and saw a picture of an older man, their father, and went to his page. I went through his pictures to be nosey and finally after all this I finally saw John, and he is on facebook as well. I feel weird adding him. Though I have to admit I feel like I died a little inside seeing he is engaged. For some reason it kills me seeing people I went to school with getting engaged/ married. I think Jessica is the only one that will understand.