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Studies, apartments and symbolism (expert on the latter needed) by DeRiften

Ohey, I'm still alive! I would have posted a journal earlier but I would have only gotten a few lines in since nothing particularly interesting and noteworthy happened, but today? Ohohohohoho, today is different, my dear! I've finally received the dreaded phone call from the college and... I'm accepted! I'm godammed accepted! After two boring years of doing absolutely nothing other than play games all day, every day (I know, it sounds awesome but after the first year, it gets really old), I'm finally gonna do something with my life again. In fact, everything's packed up and in the car, and I'm moving out to my new apartment the day after tomorrow. I found this nice little room with shared kitchen and living room for 325$/month. That includes the cable television, free washing/drying machines, parking (not that I need that), is 500 meters away from the grocery store and everything and 2km away from the college (though there's a bus that goes straight there), and my roommate is African, which means the decorations in the living room are beautiful and the kitchen's gonna smell awesome. Most importantly, it also includes the Internet; 20mb/s like I had in my old apartment, but with no bandwidth cap... none! Unlimited Internet!

Downside though is that I won't be able to bring my ferret Wesley with me, so my mom will have to babysit him for a year. I'm gonna miss him but it can't be helped; the apartment is just too good to pass up (heck, it's even in a basement so the temperature's gonna be perfect). I still don't know how to react to all this. On one side, I'm really happy to finally go back to school after two years of forced vacation, but on the other side I kind of got used to doing nothing and just spending some quiet and uneventful days without any stress or worries, all the while receiving more money from the government than I received from grants... but when I tell myself that, I just think about when my studies will be over and I'll be getting at least 4x that amount of money from working. I have no idea what I'll do with this money other than buying anything and everything I want and giving the remaining half to everybody I know who needs it, but it's still a pretty effective reminder to work hard and accept the change.

Other than that, last night I had probably the worst nightmare I've had in... shit I don't even know. Over a decade, that's for sure. I was living somewhere undisclosed while my mom was living in the manor I often live in in my dreams (Victorian-era kind of manor with lots of empty spaces and a lot of red) with my mom. Then in the evening, I received a phone call from my mom saying that she had let a guy take shelter from the storm that was raging on outside, but then she saw him take heroin in the bathroom so I told her to throw the drugs away, that I was calling the cops and coming immediately. She replied that she didn't want to anger the guy, that we should just leave him alone till the storm goes away and he leaves but I insisted and hung the phone before calling the cops and asking 'em to meet me outside the manor. As I arrived, there wasn't any cop waiting for me so I looked through the window and saw a big splash of blood staining the only white wall in the manor, so I called the cops again and told them to hurry the hell up, that it wasn't a joke. Shortly after, they arrived and we stormed the house with an army of cops (easily over a dozen) and looked throughout the manor to try and find my mom and/or the addict. We searched through rooms and dungeons (really old manor), before stumbling in an underground cathedral and seeing her motionless and pale body laying against the altar. As I walked to her side, I fell to my knees and noticed I was completely calm and emotionless while the cops barely looked at me and just started going towards the stairs. I noticed her left arm was in a weird angle so I tried to place both her arms in a cross on her chest and that's when she slightly opened her eyes and closed them again. I laughed and shouted to the cops "She's alive, call an ambulance!" and that's when I woke up.

Suffice it to say, I didn't know what to think of it and couldn't sleep for the rest of the night, despite it being around 1:00am. Is there anyone here good with symbolism who could say what this all means? I know all the red and dungeons and cathedrals and everything mean something but I've no idea what.

Studies, apartments and symbolism (expert on the latter needed)

DeRiften

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    School sounds good! Internet sounds good! But poor carpetshark :c