You'll Never Get Away With It....

I've sort of been neglecting this journal lately. As much as my "update once a day" rule will allow me to, at least. I'm sure this doesn't really bother anyone else but me... unless someone out there has come to depend on my usual three entries a day... one after midnight, one rambling one after class, and one miscellaneous saying-nothing quiz one.

So... I actually saw two movies today. It seems like whenever I get around to actually seeing a movie, I see them in large numbers. I think last time it was Resident Evil and part of Army of Darkness... but really, the two movies I saw tonight... Greatness! For rather different reasons, too. So... Bubba Ho-tep... really freaking weird movie. Which is awesome. I can't believe that it was just made. It's like exactly the kind of movie I would make. This bizarre... bizarre pseudo-zombie movie with Elvis and JFK. You just have to see it. And I finally saw Pulp Fiction tonight... certain people were verily surprised that so many people on our floor (three of us or so) hadn't seen it before. Tarantino is a great, great man.

So... being sick today made me really wish that I was still close enough to go home on the weekends. On top of that, my roomie's gone back to Wisconsin for the weekend. Not that I'm upset about having a single this weekend... it'll help me get a lot more done provided certain people leave me alone (freaking what the heck, can't he take a HINT???) But I really wish I could head back once in awhile... like when I'm not feeling well. I'm pretty sure now that I didn't actually have a virus or anything, and it was probably just all the freaking stress here lately. I have a tendency to just ignore a lot of it... so I probably just overloaded. I don't blame myself... my whole existance has taken a royal beating this quarter. Between running my body down constantly with track practice, and trying to keep up with four classes, and trying to sort things out socially here, it's absolutely greuling. And when you ignore problems like I do, all that builds up pretty quickly, I guess. I should really make an effort to 1) deal with things more directly and 2) take better care of myself. At least people talked me into going to dinner tonight (if you can count Pierce food as dinner).

I wish I could remember the weird dream I had between 2 and 4 this afternoon. It was absolutely surreal and bizarre, but there's no way I can explain it properly. I figured I was probably at least half hallucinating. I also determined that around 5 today I was delerious because I could name all the original Power Rangers. As I was going to dinner my friend and I were talking about it before we got on the elevator, and as we went in she asked "And who was the blue one?" "Oh, that was the one I couldn't quite remember. I think it was Billy." And this girl behind us goes "Are you talking about the first season of the Power Rangers?" "Yeah." "Oh yes, it was Billy." And the rest of the elevator was like "Yeah, yeah... that's it!" Surreal. That's how the UofC should work all the time. Hehehe. Sometimes people just make me really happy. Like when the entire elevator can tell you who the blue Power Ranger was. I'm still not sure if Zach was the original black ranger, though... This calls for some research. Mwah! I was so right, delerious or not! The real question on the bus, though... was the names of all the Digi-destined from Digimon (Tai, Mimi, Joe, Izzy, Matt, T.K., and Sora)... we could only remember Tai, Matt, Joe, and Mimi.

Oh dear goodness get him out of my room!!! I want to beat my head against the wall!

Voices in My Head...

I slept in until 11:30 this morning... which isn't that bad since I didn't get to sleep last night until about 2ish. And the only reason I finally went to sleep was so that I wouldn't be on the internet anymore, where people could harass me on AIM. (Oh, and he passed out on my bed for about five minutes last night... I had to wake him up. On one level it was funny... on the other, I was rather concerned. This needs to stop. Why is he compelled to talk all the time? Even when he's obvioiusly so exhausted that a three-second silence allows him to fall asleep!) I had yet another rather weird dream last night. Actually, probably more than one because the bits don't really fit together at all. I'll get the absurdly disturbing on level 1: Internet Dorky out of the way first. I'm sure it was part of a more... involved dream, but I was checking my friends page and there was this entry in sketchyheart's journal that said something along the lines of "OMG! He finally asked me out! Not that I was surprised or anything. But now we're so happy, and all we do is cuddle and snog all day." I remember being rather confused, and also sort of mad because all of a sudden all my friends still in high school had boyfriends. I remember thinking something like "Well, I saw this coming for llamaninja... but really!" And who says you can't read things in your dreams... huh? So totally untrue! Just like the people here that say you can't dream in third person. Though, this was actually a first person dream, which is insanely rare for me. Anyway! The actual long and interesting one: I was wandering around campus with some other people from my floor (BFG, Megabutt, and hisspit are the ones I remember off the top of my head). We were walking down 59th or so, and went into this big tall building where Harper should've been. Instead, it was this big open building that was some sort of dorm. It had one giant stairway in the middle, but it didn't connect to all the floors, so you had to use this really strange, slow elevator that stopped at every door (there were no floors in the hallways...). I was trying to get to the top because there was a weight room/training room up there, and I needed to borrow someone's spikes for practice. I gave up on the elevator, and ran up the stairs with this other girl that was apparently on the track team, too. I was feeling all bouncy like I usually do before meets, so I was running across all the mats and jumping over anything in my way. I found the spikes I was looking for, but the girl they belonged to was there, too, and she was changing the spikes in them to these two-inch long plastic ones, and she was going to the meet so I couldn't borrow them. I went back downstairs and met up with the people I had originally been walking with, and then next thing I remember I'm on this train with this old guy in a tux with a monacle. My dreams have a serious plot continuity problem. Hmm... now that I think of it, there was another bit (before or after the monacle guy) where we were all wandering through these stores on Michigan Ave. and there was this weird golden snow falling everywhere and there were hot dog venders in this courtyard thing in the middle of the street. Huh.

I hate how on Saturdays I'm never motivated enough to get out of the dorm and go to brunch. It would be bright of me to go to brunch on Saturdays, considering that is the only meal Saturday. Oh well... I'm not really in a BJ mood today anyway. I can always order pizza tonight or something. Huh.. I wonder if we're still having that little sleepover tonight that we decided to have last weekend (even though my roomie's out of town for the weekend, now). You know, I just realized what I surprsingly... dry... quarter this has been. I think it's partially because our big "President of Vice" has been out of commission with a rather severe flu/strep throat disease, and my roomie hasn't wanted to drink since her boyfriend left second week... It's sort of strange. It also effectively eliminates my free time on Friday and Saturday nights, because people come in here to hang out. Just when I was getting used to sitting around being sober, everyone else is joining me! It's not as fun as I thought it would be, so I offically give the word that everyone can go back to drinking. Provided they don't come in here on Friday and Saturday nights drunk and hang out. Because that's even less fun.

Well, since I obviously have nothing better to do right now, I think I'll get started on that Bio paper of mine (that, I now realize, is not actually due until Tuesday... same thing only different, because I'm not going to have time on Monday anyway). I am so tempted to do something with video game music for my drama collage, but that probably pushes me into a realm of dorky I should probably stay out of, and then there's the whole issue of explaining it to everyone, which would also put me into quite a poser category for some people, I'm sure. Darn my lack of inspiration right now. No matter what, this is due on Monday, so maybe I should work on it instead. Or I could just leave everything for tomorrow like I'm tempted to. Because I'm a lazy slacker procrastinator like that. I think maybe I should just read all those chapters I have left in Neitzsche. That sounds more like the passive sort of activity I feel like doing right now.

Today I learned that is completely illegal to send alcoholic beverages through the mail.