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Category: Composition Presentation

Writing for writing’s sake! Long or short, if I take great pride in how something was written, it gets filed here!
I don’t consider myself a writer (and by that, I mean I’ve never done NaNoWriMo or anything like that), and don’t really enjoy writing…unless if it’s about a topic I actually enjoy like guinea pigs, small animals, (sleep) dreams and so on.

  • Dreams are jerks: Part 2

    Toward the end of the semester, I would take my finals and graduate the next day. Huzzzah!

    I was kinda worried about my grades. I was not the best student in any class outside of studio art*, but I was used to dealing with this already. *ahem*

    But wait! I just remembered…I had math, science and two other classes from the beginning of the semester that I forgot all about within the first week. I only went to two of my classes, and not surprisingly, they were both studio art classes. (I guess the other four were such nightmares that I subconsciously chose to erase them from my mind.) I didn’t even want to look at my grades now. And what would I tell my mom and dad who expected me to be finished with college by tomorrow?

    Then, you guessed it, I woke up. Dreams are such jerks. This isn’t the first time where I dreamt that I forgot I had 2-4 other classes by the end of the semester. щ(ಥДಥщ)

    *When you have ADHD and a weakness in any academic subject that’s not the liberal arts fields, it’s hard to stay motivated. That’s my story and I’m sticking with it. ಠ_ಠ (Although I did find science really fascinating, but the rest of the class’s learning speed was faster than mine.)

    And by “studio art”, I mean painting, sculpting, drawing, photography, computer art, etc.

  • Dream: Back to School!

    I had one of these dreams, where my old college was combined with my old middle school and the local high school. (I seem to have a lot of these…)

    And since I didn’t actually have to switch schools when migrating to college (either I went to high school here or I skipped it entirely somehow), I managed to keep my old locker. And was one of the few college students here who had a locker. >:D I used it store my books and other stuff.

    (Although several times, I forgot I even had it, so when I couldn’t find my book because it was in said locker, I panicked and bought another book, when…yeah.)

    One day, I was late for math. I couldn’t find my book, and asked Mr. Giantpaper if he knew where it was. He went to see if I left it in me car, and went to check my locker. And since I was late, I had trouble opening the lock (as in, I remembered the combination, but kept missing the second number and had to start over about two or three times). Eventually, I got fed up and just spun it around all crazy like, angrily, until it opened on its own. Surprised, I opened the door and checked the contents to make sure this was indeed my locker. Yup, it had all my Spanish books from the previous semester (two of them were the same exact one written by my teacher and the third had a holographic cover that was written by Shigeru Miyamoto).

    I didn’t find my math book, so I went to the parking lot by the nearby park to see if it was in my car. I saw my float I made for the upcoming Christmas parade that was starting soon. It was a cheap one, with an oversized cardboard ornament shaped like a Christmas tree propped onto it, covered with lights. I got inside and drove it to the school entrance, when I changed my mind, thinking ‘nah, this is stupid’, and drove it back to the parking lot.

    The end.

  • A Potentially Awkward Gender Reveal Dream

    In this one, I had a doctor appointment. The doctor was a pretty female doctor, who for some reason, thought I was a guy and kept flirting with me. O.o (Which also weirded me out, because while I know there are people whose genders tend to be ambiguous, I thought it was pretty obvious I was a girl.)

    Just before the exam, I needed to take a shower, according to office policy,  since I haven’t taken one in a few days. The doctor, still thinking I was a he led me to the men’s showers. It was a building on someone’s lawn, and the pastor from our church was giving a sermon across the street. I looked around and saw several rolls of towels on a metal rack and took one. Then I remembered that I was in the wrong shower and left.

    The female shower area was much more well-furnished, purple, orange and green walls and matching armchairs. The towels (also in rolls) were on this shiny, wooden table. In the actual shower, I noticed that the building was a lot smaller than I remembered (only about…two feet tall). It was also inflatable, as opposed to being made of concrete–so inflated that the walls took up most of the interior. Tired of being squished in there, I tried to use dream magic to either make me think the building was larger or that I was a lot smaller. It worked for a little while after a few minutes, then slowly started to shrink again.

    I became fed up and busted  through the roof and yelled about how it felt like being in a dollhouse in here (with extra hamminess for effect). Then I grabbed one of the shower items, turned and left. Then had to turn around when I remembered I left my stuff in front of the building.

    The end.

  • Dream: Mission: Shower

    Jeidai, me, my family and Jeidai’s family were on a bus, visiting relatives in Sacremento, when I realized I needed to take a shower. Luckily! There was a shower in the back! 😀

    Ummm…turns out…the back didn’t offer a lot of privacy (there were windows everywhere). And when we reached a bus stop, people got into the back area, where I wanted to shower. o.o So much for that plan.

    I knew I had to get back to everyone else before we end up getting separated, because I knew if I did, I would end up at an alternate version of the school after it was taken over by Disneyland and abandoned! :O

    (Luckily I managed join up with everyone. The end. :D)