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Okay... I'm going to try to use actual sentences in this entry. And since my paper is done and I'm slightly less stressed (you should see the pile of reading I have for tonight) we should be okay... First of all, it needs to warm up. Like, now. Days with a high of 48 at the start of May are just wrong. I'm tired of this overcast crap, it's depressing everyone and making our lives miserable. This had better be one awesome weekend so I can go outside to write my Sosc paper.

I had this strange dream last night that people on IRC were yelling at me for pasting things into the chat more than once, and I was trying to make excuses about it that had something to do with chocolatemoose but I'm not sure why. Then next thing I knew I was trying to move out of the dorm and my dad had come to pick me up and I had everything packed into boxes in the corner of my room, but I had to go make one last lap around campus or something. Only campus was huge (and, unfortunately, still grey and cold). I wandered around the grey and cold side for a while, then somehow ended up on the other side where it was sunny and warm (and really humid). There was this pool covered in a tarp that I jumped into with my iPod, but I inisisted to the shocked bystanders that the cover made it waterproof and it'd be fine. Then everyone else jumped in the pool and I got out and left. And for some reason after this point all I can remember is the water temple from Ocarina of Time. Err...

Oooh, and I've got a funny story for everyone. See, we've been having trouble with our campus e-mail for the past few days, and so I haven't been able to use my address book properly. This would be fine, but I tend to typo on e-mail addresses I'm sure of. Like my mom's for example. Otis206@aol.com. Well... I attempted to send her an e-mail about working on my costume this weekend, but sent it to Otis026 instead. Otis026 is a guy from Long Island who writes very, very bad poetry. Well not poetry so much as things like this: "When i first looked into your eyes. Your soul touched me . I knew we had been there before. You were so enticing. I couldnt believe i had gone through life without you. Where had you been . It was wonderful, the way you took me to the deepths and hieghts of my wildest dreams. By simply looking into my eyes. To show you what you mean to me, I gave my heart to you without reservation. Thats when we know our endless nights. Endless nights of loneliness and yearing where over". And yes, it just ends like that. The best part though, is how gloriously strange my e-mail is out of context. Now... put yourself in the mind of some indeterminately-aged Long Islander who writes things like that. And click the cut.

( Best random e-mail to get, ever )

I mean, it's bad enough in context. I also love how I never gave any indication that it was intended for my mom, and not some random Long Islander who writes badly-romantic things that trail off to nowhere. Hehehehe. (Omg, there is actually a blockquote tag! I thought I was just making that up...)

Glass of milk, standing in between extinction and the cold and explosive radiating growth

Ladies and gentlemen, I believe it is imperative that you know that, right now, I am eating pancakes. But not only that, oh no. It's far more than that. I am eating the first properly-made batch of pancakes I have ventured to make here in this apartment. That's right. Successful pancakes. Take that, world!