I was falling asleep at the 7^th inning. That was fine. I saw all the Braves offense for that night. 11-0 over the Twins. The only disappointment for me was that Javy couldn't have homered in the 5^th inning with Andruw, Castilla, and M. Franco.

I had another stupid dream last night. I was in Germany but it wasn't totally Germany. They had road signs like the Americans. We were vacationing in this town that had a road that was similar to Derenne's Globe but it had multiple globes and some were spinning. Everyone had Southern style homes and spoke English but this was Germany!. One home was hosting a wedding. And out of left field, for reasona unknown to me or my conscience brain, Ryan appeared in the dream. We were the ages we are now. He kept wanting me to look him in the face but I refused to. I wanted to go to the wedding or the nearby mall. Am I that complex?

So far, my English class this go-around had been cool. My professor is teaching us the art of writing. Yes, he said it was the art. We told us even the best have trouble with writing. So with him not expecting us to be a Maya Angelou or an Edgar Allen Poe at the end of this class, I think I should be fine.

Say a little prayer for Francisco Belman. Two other boys beat him at school into a vegitable back in March and he finally died this week. It's a sad story that's gripped my region. I hope South Carolina goes for the maximum against these "kids."

Posted by Shawn at June 12, 2002 6:19 PM in Dreams, General, Schooling.