iced_curry_peaches epitome of incomprehensibility Someone says I can't graduate because one of the people I hung out with during my graduation party brought an appetizer from another restaurant into the "official university restaurant." (It was quite a fancy dinner, though, and now I'm longing to try a dessert of iced peaches sprinkled with curry with a drink of ice cider, as it was in the dream.) I can make an appeal to the graduation committee. The advisor, whose name is Mike, assures me he's on my side. "I never said you weren't on my side," I babble. "I believe you. I'm quite sure you're on my side. I didn't mean to make you think anything different." He shows me some forms. These include several posters and a bunch of glossy, blue-background pages filled with stickers of myself that I hadn't known had been taken. In one I'm hunched over awkwardly, carrying a heavy backpack. In another I'm actually my friend J. I approve of that. I've always wanted curly hair. Mike shook his head. "You can't have these," he said. "That was only if you graduated. You still can do it, but you have to launch an appeal." He hands me some different - smaller, duller - papers that are the appeal forms, and the questions don't make sense: 1) Who at your table was sitting closest to Jesus? 2) Was anyone at your table in possession of marijuana? On a scale from one to five. 140127 ... e_o_i "stickers of myself that I hadn't known had been taken" = stickers of pictures of myself that I hadn't known had been taken. I also write a lot about food. 140305 ... e_o_i Those are the best questions, though! I will attempt an answer: 1) My mother, but she didn't understand him, and that made her sad. 2) Probably. A three. 220417 what's it to you? who go blather from