Southgate Pizza Rink

I sit in the Mini with my mom. My feet rest on the dashboard and Monty crawls about in te back seat. We are parked in front of Southgate Roller Rink. My mom urges me to go in and order some pizza; she will pay me back. I don't think a roller rink will have very good pizza, but when I go inside it is actually a pizza parlor resembling the old Wendy's on Ambaum. The fluorescent lighting makes me confused, and I stumble across some of the ropes forming a maze across the emtpy floor, presumably to guide the nonexistent line of customers. I fing my way to the counter, buy a rootbeer and a lemonade because I am suddenly very thirsty.
Then I am guided out an alternate entrance into a warehouse, with dark curtains and blacklighting and mirrors. I know this is a funhouse where terrible things usually happen in dreams, and I fully expect terrible things to happen, but again I become confused by the ropes and pathways, and stumble out into the parking lot.
When I get back into the car my mom expresses disappointment that I forgot to order a pizza and goes back into the crazy parlor. The car is now oriented differently, and I climb through to the backseat, and touch the rear window. I remark to Monty that icicles have formed and will soon melt away.
Then Jeff Eaton walks across the parking lot, sharply dressed. I sit on the edge of the open window, calling to him over the top of the car. I am surprised when he remembers my name and calls back. Just then Sean Hughes comes out of the funhouse and he and Jeff talk about probability and statistics, and mention Nick in the context of mad skillz. I assume they are talking about Nick Moen, and ask them, but Jeff says, "Oh no, not that Nick..."

It was a perfect day

The temperature is just right, the air is clear, and the light is not too bright. Looking east to the Sound, the tide is out, and I feel perfect as I am. I wish I could go down to the water, but I have obligations, so I call Alex and tell him he needs to take a break and go down there.

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I try to go to McCarty to pick up a key to my new home, but since I got there from my dorm, in a building a minute and a half to the southwest, I cannot obtain the key, because I don't live in that dorm anymore, I live in Fremont. I have to go somewhere else to pick up the key because the person I an trying to pick up the key from would only live in McCarty if I lived in the other dorm. I try and figure out where the person with the key lives now that I live in Fremont, or if they might be in a different place altogether since I am about to move.
I lose track of my thoughts when I run into a cluster of people standing in the way of the exit. Trying to go around them, I realize it is actually a line of people, extending down the hallway and all the way up the wide wooden stair. Actually, down every hallyway and up every staircase. A rythmic flashing catches my eye, and I understand that the building is filled with students standing in line for copy machines. Each one holds about three hundred pages, and must make copies of them before going to class.
I finally find my way out of the solid maze of students and out to a parking lot. On my way out I notice that one of the boys I am walking next to looks like Vinh from my tea class, but I can't tell for sure because I don't want to interrupt his conversation. Eventually I am almost sure it is Vinh, but he is ignoring me because I never got back to him about getting chai. He gets into a sportscar in the parking lot an I walk down the line of cars, looking for Kathryn's van. When I think I've found it I hesitate, debating whether it's really white now, but Kathryn's dad rolls down the window and sticks his head out. The other doors open and Kellen and Anna get out. Then Devin and Kathryn come over from a nearby car. Kathryn's dad says they've been waiting for me to start the summer programming class. They do this every summer in this parking lot, because it's too expensive to get a classroom. This makes me really nervous, because as much as I would like to take a class with everyone, I haven't taken math in two years, and Devin is already talking about algorithms.

I go back to my dormitory, which actually looks like my Fremont Studio (no wonder I was confused), and lay on the floor, looking through the bookcase. I pick out a book titled "SURPRISES!", thinking that maybe it's full of ideas for giving people really cool surprise parties. Instead, I am disappointed to see that it includes 10-12 illustrated summaries of historically surprising engineering feats.