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12:20:2003 Entry: "Ann : I should've posted this on the 25th of September..."

I should've posted this on the 25th of September...

...but I had some bad crap happen which stopped me from continuing on in my train of thought. So I'll post it now, even though it doesn't make much sense or have much connection to anything now:

I think I know where that dream I had last night stemmed from, at least partially. Last night Stan and I went to East High to hear a neighborhood presentation about the plans to develop the former Rayovac property down the block. Entering East High was rather strange. I have a phobia of high schools, even ones that weren't my own. I even dream about ones that I've never entered before, and it was rather strange because in an odd way, that dream from earlier this summer was similar to the way East High was, except in the dream it was much more elaborate with luxurious carpeting and wallpaper--East High's interior was basically yellow and purple painted bricks--ironic since that was the colors of my own high school. But as far as the architecture, the way the floors were all at different levels, it was very similar. This was the first time I've been in East High.

The presentation had changed from the Cafeteria to the Auditorium, and as we entered, a woman was putting up flyers on the doors telling where the neighborhood meeting was to be held. Having no idea where anything was in the building, I was looking around quite lost. A clustered group of people looked like they might be there for the meeting, so I looked at them to see if they were discussing Rayovac or Schenks Atwood Neighborhood, but I think they were just teachers. A girl was with them who was probably a student there and she staaaaared at me. This is the reason I hate going into places like this...people automatically think I'm a student. I look younger than my actual age and I refuse to wear middle-aged woman clothes. People are stupid. And as Stan was walking in the general direction of the auditorium, a rent-a-cop guy asked him what he was looking for, as if he thought he was a drug dealer looking for customers or something. Didn't someone tell him there was a neighborhood meeting that night, and there will be people who *aren't high school students* entering the building? This is why I hate going into high schools. The whole system is run by idiots, for idiots.

Yellow and gold are such odd colors for a high school team, but odder than the colors are the mascots. East's High's mascott is...get this...The Purgolders. What the hell is a purgolder? What the hell is it? I Google it. All I get are a bunch of surnames. I figure out the meaning on my own. It's a hybrid contraction of Purple and Gold. The colors. Ha ha. Purgold. Clever. Not. This is where I would normally put a link to the picture of the school--it is quite interesting architecturally, and it is old, which I like.

(enter bad crap, train of thought derails, concentration is lost in the wreckage)

By Ann @ 20:50 PM CST:12:20:03 ..::Link::..