Just Call Me Artimus
So, I'm going out with my dad today to start archery lessons. I've been thinking about it for a long time and I'd really love to be so powerful and in control as to be able to use a bow. That just has so much appeal. My dad and uncle were watching the Thanksgiving Day football game and I walked into the room and said, "You know, I think being an archer would be cool." My dad is all excited now. So am I.
I had a dream last night that we forgot to Zac's scene in the play. The whole cast's attitude was, "Oh well, he's dead anyway." Zac's casket was in the same room as us. They all started kicking it out of the room like it meant nothing. I was powerless to do anything about it.
Later on in my dream, the video Julia put together for the funeral was playing on channel 2, only instead of Seasons of Love, football comentators were talking over it.
Then, in another part of my dream, my dream self was remembering riding tricylces around Laura Lang's house with Zac. This never happened in real life, but it was so vivid that I started crying in my dream.
I went to the cemetary on Tuesday. It didn't bother me because I don't really care about his body. I got pretty mad that there were so many young people there though. Like half of them. And then I started resenting all of the old people there. I've become sort of hostile towards old people. What right do they have to complain when they've lived a full life?
Jacob just called and because I was writing about all of this I was all curt and cold with him. I'm annoyed with myself. Ew.
I want to cry.
posted by M.Jazz @ 1:54 PM
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