New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Saturday, February 28, 2004

Today started off very oddly. I suffered through very strange dreams which from I can remember were something like this...

In one I realized that I had dyed my hair. It was almost platinum blonde. I couldn't figure out why I had done it didn't look good at all. In fact it washed me out.

In another I did some really sketchy illegal turn in the street and just when I was straightening my wheel I saw a police car approaching me. Knowing that I had been caught, I didn't even wait for him to turn the cherries on and I started to pull over...but the car wouldn't stop. I got pretty far down the road before it came to a complete stop.

Then the last major dream was very Scooby-Dooish...I was involved is some sort of field trip at some kind of pyramids? So were split into teams and I kept thinking to myself, "Geez, I shouldn't have waited for this trip. I should have gone earlier in the week. There's just too much to see." I guess that I was on a vacation and this was an activity which I had saved for the end of my stay. So we're running around inside these pyramids which were surprisingly modern with staircases and skylights. I am with a group of people which I only slightly liked. And we're sneaking around via secret passages. What were we looking for? There were snack tables set up which featured vegetables and chocolate covered almond bars...I was rather happy when we found them. It was kind of like the plot of many a cheesy video game, yes? So at the end of our trip (I don't know if we accomplished anything)...well at the end of our trip we're seated around these picnic tables infront of a large wall of windows in the pyramid and who do you think comes out to perform? Adam and Chris from Fountains of Wayne and all that I can say (I actually said it in the dream) is, "Why is Adam wearing leggings?" He was wearing black velvet leggings which to be honest looked more like very skinny jogging pants with elastic around the ankles. Chris was wearing a tan safari jacket. They started jumping around with their guitars and singing some song which I knew all the words to but was clearly not a Fountains of Wayne song.

It was a very strange dream.

I slept verrrrry late. 10AM. I got up showered, dressed for bumping around the house and went downstairs to do some laundry. As I was in the kitchen getting ready to pour a bowl of cereal (cheerios with strawberries and bananas) I heard a knock at the front door. Now I never open the front door EVER, because I can't see through the peep hole. If I am not expecting you I will not open up. But I looked out the dining room window and I see a police car in the driveway. Well that made me change my mind. What the heck was a police man doing on my front steps?

So open the door. I don't even think I said anything because I don't think that I've ever in my life opened my front door for a stranger. Isn't that odd? It's just never happened. So he looks at me when I was about to say, "Yes, officer?"...and he says, "Are you MY REAL NAME?"

Well that threw me for a loop. Immediately I thought to myself, "Have I done anything illegally in the car lately?" I guess I had that one dream on my mind. Then I notice that he's carrying a couple of folders. Was that my permanent record???

Not quite. He starts to tell me that he's in charge of firearm cards and he has a few questions about my change of address request, etc...so I invite him into the dining room and I pipe up, "Well GILLY LAST NAME lives here too if you need him." (We were both waiting for our new cards)...it also gave me the chance to run upstairs and tell him that there was a cop in the house.

He tells me that he has a question or two for him as well and I scamper up the stairs to wake Gilly up.

So I am back in the dining room with the cop. Apparently it was very important for him to know where I was living between the ages of birth-five. So I give him that info. Then he inquires as to whether I held a full time job between the ages of birth-seventeen. Seems a bit odd don't you think?

Then Gilly comes down and he asks Gilly the full time job between the ages of birth-21 question as well.

Then he tells us he has to get our records from the last town we lived in and blah blah blah and we should get a call next week. Apparently we had gotten free and clear through our FBI check. I asked him about our finger prints and apparently they got scanned in by the feds and then the cards get destroyed. So if we ever get kidnapped we're totally on record. Plus I have an alias AKA my maiden name, because my first firearm card was under my maiden name. This will be my second change first name and then address.

I asked him if they fingerprint all cops and he says yes and then I ask how long have they been doing that? And he says 150 years and I tell him that the reason I ask is because my Great Grandfather was a well known detective in NJ and I was thought it was neat that his finger prints were on record somewhere.

So we're wrapping things up and he says, "Oh yes and about where you work."

Well we saw that coming now didn't we??? And I said, "No we didn't have anything to do with Janet Jackson."

And he was all, "Oh no, I don't know why everyone thinks that's a big deal etc..."

And then he basically hits me up to get his niece in to see where I work! I ask him for his card and I give him one and tell him to have her email me and he just keeps on chatting...his wife is friends with Derek Jeter's aunt and they see him all the time and blah blah blah...and finally we get him into his car.

Gilly says that there was no reason that he had to come to our house. He thinks he came just because he wanted to hit me up. I said he was bored and wanted to see inside the house. Gilly also said that that should be proof that there's not enough crime in the area to keep the cops busy. I think that at least we should have someone who keeps an eye on the house.

It was a strange way to start the day.

Then we get stuck in major traffic on the way to the Seton Hall game which was a bummer because it was Senior Night and my boy Andre Barrett was having a big to do (maybe more on Andre later)...then we see that the delay was caused by men picking up traffic cones, did the not know that there was a game??? Did that make any sense at all??? No, no and no...

So we get there and we have to park in Mexico and we go in one gate but it was the main gate and very crowded so I suggested that we go back out and come in another gate which we did.

We're walking to our seats and I see someone that I haven't seen in almost nine years! We were talking about him not too long ago, cause I was wondering if he went all show biz even if he was a criminal justice major. It didn't take me long to decide to say hello. He was the president of the concert committee two years before I was. Very short guy and he looks exactly the same sans a lot of hair...so I walk up beside him and say, "Bob Smith (not his real name)." Now he should have remembered me because we spent a lot of time together working on stuff (he was a year ahead of Gill and I)...but he looked very startled. The story of my life, I remember everyone and yet they all manage to forget me. Still the shock value was more than worth it. I said, "Where have you been? I haven't seen you in years!" And he said, "I live in Union now." Uh, okay. Gill told me later, "Well that's a crappy town to live in..." He so bad! But it made getting late to game worth it.

Very emotional game. I am going to miss Andre Barrett. He came in the year SHU had the top recruiting class along with Eddie Griffin. Everyone was harping about Griffin like he was the second coming and I was like, "What ever. Let him prove himself before we crown him king. I am all about little Andre Barrett." Well truer words could not have been spoken. Griffin had a meltdown and went straight to the NBA, Tommy the rat Amaker (the coach at the time) left the school for Michigan having basically lied to all those kids he recruited, "I am going to be here with you all four years." And SHU was bound to sink. Griffin and another guy whose name a can't spell but now he plays for the 76ers left for the NBA. The remainder of that recruiting class (including Andre) stuck it out and well they've done amazing the past couple of years. I am going to miss Andre Barrett. He was/is a class act. The kind of kid you want to watch succeed. It was very sad to see his last home game.

Everyone (Edgar, Freddie and Gilly) is giving me dirty looks because my stomach is growling very loudly. I am going to get a snack.
posted by JustKeepMum on 11:21 PM