New Tradition!

Ok. From now on, on the 1st of every month, I'm posting in poetry format. Might rhyme, might not... Any kind of poetry. Might even do Haiku one month (a lot of them, though). We'll see. But for this month, the style is:

Modified Limerick! (not strictly limerick, but basic style is the same... just number of syllables is changed to whatever sounds right)
(note: desperate should be pronounced like "des-per-ate," not "desp-rate."

There once was a teacher who looked like a gnome,
Who's hair was in desperate need of a comb.
Dodgeball and Walking,
Socializing and Talking,
Man was I glad when I had to walk home.


There once was a place that went beep,
That claimed to frame things that you keep.
I took them my order,
Got a mental disorder,
And went back to find that my film was too cheap.


And there are my poems. Have fun.

Note: This doesn't mean I'll *only* be poetic on the 1st of every month... just that I *will* be poetic on those days.

Now that THAT is out of the way...

I had a weird dream last night. I don't feel like trying to interpret this, though I probably could... If you want to, be my guest, but I'm not asking for it. I'm just posting it so I don't forget it.

At first, it was just a normal pre-first day of school dream about summer school. I don't remember much of that part. Fast-Forward. We're on the bus home. Apparently, the school was actually downtown in my dream (about 25 blocks south of where it really is), because we were driving through downtown to get to my house, which is absolutely unecessary. Anyway, there was a stop in front of some store place down there, and me and some other people wanted donuts, so we got off the bus. Apparently, we didn't realize that it wasn't going to wait for us. Oops.
What was weird about downtown was that it wasn't Columbus. It was like... a cross between Diagon Alley and that village in Van Helsing. Everything was made out of wood, and it was all black and old, and it was snowy. Considering that we are about 600 ft above sea level, and it's May, I don't know how that happened, but I think it was snowy. Across from this store was a strip club... It was made out of wood too, and there weren't any windows, but I knew it was a strip club from the sign... don't recall it exactly, but it said something about Babes, I think. Anyway, the club was on the second floor, but the stairs up to it were very wide, and they curved up to the left. At the end of the stairs was a wall, and a door was in it, but the door was about 2 or 3 feet above the level of the last stair.
Anyway, I went in this store thing to get a donut. Apparently, they didn't sell donuts... It was a place where you paid the people, and they gave you a room with a bathtub in it. Not a public bath, just a rented bathing room. Some of the people who came in with me got one of those, but I didn't feel like taking a bath, so I went over somewhere to the right and into this huge room with shelves on the walls holding everything from potato chips to tortillas to spaghetti. There was obviously a lot of food. So, I tried to buy some of it, but some lady yelled down that I couldn't buy it, she needed it all. It wasn't a "sorry, honey" type of thing, either... She was right crabby. I persisted, and finally she thrusted a bag of sour cream and onion ruffles at me and exclaimed "here, take these. I hate ruffles." Then she proceded to name all the different kinds of ruffles she hated and why she hated them. I thanked her for the ruffles, and went out into the street, then realized that the school bus had left. I planned to go up Franklin street to look for a city bus stop, then decided that I would just eat my ruffles and sit there until the bus came. Then I woke up.

That was fun.