the questionable establishment

Friday, 2000.03.24

Well, here it is. The questionable establishment, where I plan to keep my odd ramblings of the day. Since I've been limited to one hour online as per my father hath deemed [right, like I'd be able to do that], I have the semi-free time to make myself actually -do- things. As in homework, cleaning my room, updating my page while offline, whatnot. This is the first day of the questionable establishment, also known, unofficially, as the Ramblings Page. For this is where I shall, as Jon of goats would say, "reserve the right to b*tch and moan." I hope it shall be interesting... and if it's not? Oh, well. It's still my page, I believe. It's a bit like an online diary, a bit like a complaints page, and a bit like a readme. Oh, and when all I do on a certain day is post on this page, the updates page will not be... notified.

Anyway, enough with the information bullcrap. It's 10:43 AM [as if you care]. I'm sitting in my not-clean room, listening to "Satires Desires & Excesses." Quite a pretty CD, a "collection of medieval Latin secular songs" from the Carmina Burana, [Songs of Beuren]. And thinking about last night... I don't know. I had a strange dream that I'm considering turning into some sort of short story. Instead of describing the dream [generally those are too off (hi, Jennifer!) to understand anyway], though, I guess I'll attempt to tell it as if I were summarizing a story. Slap me if I bore you.

It's about a large group of people who live up north on a planet that isn't Earth. Two groups, actually, with the main character from whose viewpoint it's written in the more prominent group, the one that appears first. They've gotten too far from their home base on a hunting/teaching-the-youngn's-to-hunt trip, and are now seeking shelter. A thick snow has covered the ground as far as one can see, so that they have no way to get back home. They find a shelter [an old school building, abandoned when the planet first froze over] and suddenly come across another group, composed of young to older men, who are already in one section of the building. This second group is starving and at first attack the first group with open hostility, trying to steal their food and clothing. Finally, the main character tries to resolve a peace between the two groups. She is successful, and the groups come together in a union for until the snows pass. After a long time, the snows still have not passed [something gone wrong with the weather system long, long ago], and they have already developed a community of their own. The main character [another Theiry, perhaps?] develops a sort of friendship with one of the second group's boys who is about her age. Blah, blah, blah, she gets a crush on him. He's rather interesting, though... as all my dream-men, he's got black hair and light blue eyes and is, naturally, quite the aloof gothic artist type. He's even got that gaunt, slightly feminine, hawkish face. [If you meet at least the first description and live somewhere in Louisiana or quite, quite south, e-mail me. I'd like to converse, at least. ;) ]

Other than that, there really wasn't anything remarkable about my dream. It might make a good basis for a story, at least, and I can always expand upon the planet idea. Like Waterworld, but with snow, perhaps. I mean, I was the main character. Snow as south as -this-? I think not.

That's all I can think of to talk about now. Come back later, maybe I'll have something else for you to read.
Out for now.