I'm sad because he bent my STABBING KNIFE

If I didn't have my long overdue calc hanging over my head, today would've been great. I got up at 10:30 or so, sat around a bit, tried ot sort out the taxes with my mom (the government's thoroughly screwing us over on our refund because I paid my tuition rather than my mom)... I tried really hard to do my calc around 2 or so, honest, but it just didn't get done. Around 4 or so my friend came in and started playing FFX, then about six of us went down to the Co-op for groceries because we were making lasagna for dinner. Our little dinner parties are always fun, but this one was great... we had mood lighting (two candles stuck in wine bottles) and lots of people sitting around being... well... weird. We talked about having theme songs for everyone on the floor... somehow I ended up (by a large consensus) having Amish Paradise. Apparently it's silly and lighthearted and therefore me. I'll have to give this a bit more thought, but I guess I'll deal with it. Hehehe. Afterall, I gave hisspit Secret Asian Man (actually wait... that makes sense. Bah!). After that I played FFX while a bunch of people watched and we mocked the slow, slow progress of the plot. And my style of playing RPGs (talk to everyone, don't pay any attention to what's going on in the battles). It plays like a giant cinematic scene. Or "an infuriating, 40-hour interactive exceedingly slow movie." I'm going to keep playing it though, because I imagine things will get more interesting. Especially when Auron reappears. And I'm sure he wills. He seems the type to know what's going on. The type that knows what's going on but doesn't tell you... but at least you have the feeling that something is going on and you're not just wandering around dancing and watching cinematic scenes. I want to turn the blitzball victory sign/prayer into some sort of greeting...

On a more negative hand (since I can't seem to make an entry without complaining) PEOPLE DO NOT HAVE AN OPEN INVITATION TO SIT DOWN/LAY DOWN/SLEEP ON MY BED!!!! Actually... there is only one person that bothers me when they do this... I think everyone who would care knows exactly who I'm talking about. The only reason I'm not completely elatedly looking forward to next year when I've got an triple-apartment with two rather cool roomies and a kitchen. Gah. I'd better go before I complain some more, even though I could devote probably another half an hour to talking about what I was going to talk about: the state of the dorky bunch of guys back home that are now mostly engaged or with girlfriends, or being flirty-flirty with certain people that's just really sort of funny and cute and sort of unexpected, but not really when you actually think about it, which isn't something you had thought to do before.

There is a knife sticking out of my roomie's course catalog. It illustrates exactly how most of us feel about next quarter. We've been venting frustration on it all night. It's great... I should take a picture. Actually, next week, I think I'll go around campus with my roomie's camera and take random pictures of my day. That would be interesting (well... no, probably not, but I will anyway).

I want to be a blitzball when I grow up!

I had a really strange dream last night. Umm... I think I start every one of these explanations like that. It's not like I ever have normal dreams... maybe I need a system of ranking how weird they are... Anyway...

It was another one of those strange department store kinds of dreams, I think. Or at least part of it was. Right now the thing is running from middle to end, and from middle backwards to the beginning in my mind, and I'm not sure which is which. OK, I think it started someplace on a stage that was set up to look very convincingly like the streets of Chicago (I could tell you exactly where it was, too... it was a in big parking lot over by the Rainforest Cafe and the Rock and Roll McDonalds, but that's not really important). I was laying in between all these boxes with my feet up in the air, and some guy that was sort of in charge of things was telling me that even though I had the power for it, I wasn't the silver ranger yet so I shouldn't go getting all cocky. I remember leaving the stage eventually with my roomie and some other friends, and we went to Water Tower Place (this makes perfect sense, even in real life). Unfortunately, we realized pretty quickly that we were being chased. I think we knew we were going to be chased, or at least my roomie did, because she kept asking us which store it was that had the flashy displays that would hide us changing our clothes. I found it, and we ran in and hide behind the counter with these bags of stuff that my friends had been carrying that apparently had our extra clothes in them. I kept wishing that we had bought wigs, too but it was too late for that. Next thing I knew I was in this airport-type place and I was quite obviously being chased by this guy who looked like Edward Norton with black, beatles-style hair. I was carrying a briefcase and was definitely in my pajamas. I ran up to the counter, and saw this group of people in similar attire with briefcases running in one direction and decided to follow them. I ran in the middle of their group so I'd be harder to notice, and as I ran by I looked right at the guy, and he looked right at me and I thought I was caught but he didn't even go after me. We ran into this little side room that turned out to be a very quick elevator, it and took us up a floor to this really strange room full of yellow bars and pipes and stuff that we climbed up through. The other people pretty much stuck to the path, but I kept taking short cuts so I was able to keep up with them. There was one guy that kept lagging behind, and I went back to get him to go faster, even though we were pretty sure no one was chasing us anymore. We got up to the top, and went out onto the street which looked like it would be in Belmont if it was anywhere. I went into this motorcycle shop where these guys I must've known somehow (looked like my dad's friends or something) were talking to me, and they had these strange visors with weird things written and drawn on them. I picked one up that was made upside down, and tried to bend it back into place, but ended up breaking it instead. Right as that happened though, this big black guy pulled up outside and the two guys I was talking to ran outside to see what had happened. All of a sudden one of my friends was next to me, and she went over to the guy's car, which had obviously been in an accident because the front was bent in. It was some sort of brand that I recognised as expensive, but doesn't really exist. My friend looked all sad and said something like "Oh, that engine will never purr quite as fast again." And that's pretty much where it ended. The whole thing was like some bizarre plot to some demented Charlie's Angels movie. Only there were four of us, instead of three.