JAS_OH1
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is that part true? Because everyone I know says it your way.
Do you have weird dreams?
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badjak
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I've had those, but I had to redo both analytical chemistry and bio organic chemistry.
It was more of a nightmare!
(I graduated 1991. I sincerely hope those dreams are not coming back)
Herbaceous
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Yes, my husband has always insisted that it’s paper-rock-scissors, despite literally every single person we know calling it rock-paper-scissors.
JAS_OH1
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No, I don't think so lol!
I bet she went to buy a pizza with the $20...
JAS_OH1
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Probably McDonald's.
Barriehie
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Chemistry, love/hate thing with those classes but still love C2H5OH...
Not a weird dream per se, but a dream nonetheless:
I was in a small bar, with a little stage set up, where I was playing with some other nameless/faceless musicians.
The front of the barroom was all plate glass, and it had a sort of shelf, like a countertop, running the length of the front, along with stools every so often. I could see through the glass that it was drizzling and dreary outside.
I spied a woman sitting there on one of the stools, in profile, all alone, with what was either a slightly sad expression, or one of reflection, staring out the window, lost in thought, drink next to her - very arresting picture, sort of like a living photograph or painting.
I wanted to get her attention, so I kept staring and staring from the stage, hoping she’d get that feeling of being watched, so she’d turn to see, and I could send her a little smile to possibly cheer her up, but she was like a rock, immovable.
We were playing a slow country waltz, and I was more and more determined to catch her eye, until finally, I stopped playing and walked over to her, and as the band continued the song, I asked her to dance, and we waltzed all around the other patrons, between the tables, and all through the bar.
That was it.
I was in a small bar, with a little stage set up, where I was playing with some other nameless/faceless musicians.
The front of the barroom was all plate glass, and it had a sort of shelf, like a countertop, running the length of the front, along with stools every so often. I could see through the glass that it was drizzling and dreary outside.
I spied a woman sitting there on one of the stools, in profile, all alone, with what was either a slightly sad expression, or one of reflection, staring out the window, lost in thought, drink next to her - very arresting picture, sort of like a living photograph or painting.
I wanted to get her attention, so I kept staring and staring from the stage, hoping she’d get that feeling of being watched, so she’d turn to see, and I could send her a little smile to possibly cheer her up, but she was like a rock, immovable.
We were playing a slow country waltz, and I was more and more determined to catch her eye, until finally, I stopped playing and walked over to her, and as the band continued the song, I asked her to dance, and we waltzed all around the other patrons, between the tables, and all through the bar.
That was it.