Random Realizations

I am never, ever going to have enough sleep on Mondays. I think I'm just going to have to accept this.

Upon further reflection, I am most certain that my obsession with Keiji Fujiwara-sama has more to do with Hughes than I give it credit for. Also, upon skipping through episode 13, I realize that I really need to re-watch the entire series. And remind myself what Roy is supposed to be like, because I think I've lost him somewhere along the line, and really, on the whole, he made a much better writing muse than Hughes. Hughes is in on the whole first-person thing, but ahhh, I cannot get away with fic that way. Though I wrote Roy first-person a few times, too. I just need him back... he was more fun, as far as alchemy goes. Which is why I keep trying to force Hughes to learn, but goshdarnit that just... never works. Even my best-laid plans get shot down easily with a bit of logic.

I need to watch more movies.

Being cranky really sucks.

There needs to be an extra day in the weekend devoted entirely to extra sleep and strange, surreal things happening in the dorm. Like, the past 24 hours have been crazy-strange house-wise, and that's cool, but I've gotten no work done. So that's why the one weekend where there was a chance I'd be able to catch up on sleep... hasn't been.

I have two quizzes in French tomorrow. Two. How this makes sense in the least... I just don't know. Dude.

Sitting in front of the computer with a katana in your lap is sort of cool. In a kind of scary way. I think if I end up staying up any later tonight, like, past three, I'll end up trying to teach myself to use it. No hara-kiri, I promise.

Yes, I am strange.

Oh. my. goodness.

There is one main thing wrong with having the director of this year's CUSA show as a roomie. I mean, outside of the stressing out and whatnot... I think there's a bit of a problem here having to do with music. And having to listen to the same song about five times as she figures out where it needs cut. I think, probably, in all honesty it's not a whole lot worse than some of my Japanese music. Or my English music. Or my French music. Yeah.

I really don't feel like doing most of my reading for Civ tomorrow. Anyone want to prod me in the right direction? Socrates was pretty cool, but for some reason I don't have it in me to keep reading right now. Actually, I should really get reading, because between the Apology, the Symposium, and Foucault's History of Sexuality, I think I've got some pretty cool reading lined up for tonight. I need to stop distracting myself with the internet, it's a horrible habit.

Oh, but I should write down the dream I had the night before last. I can't remember last night's dream, so it must not have been nearly as interesting as careening down into Youngstown on Amtrak with Ben Folds. We were sitting in my high school band room (which was somehow on a train car) and people were randomly heckling him. Someone dared him to run across all 50 states, and for some reason no one objected until he got up and ran off. Yeah. Then everyone was mad. And then the train was about to go into this tunnel and the people running it decided that we weren't allowed to make it to our desination, but we couldn't go back, either. So everyone that was with me started running back through the cars as we careened over this stretch of snow-covered forest that didn't have train-tracks anymore. Then suddenly the train stopped, and the engineers basically said "told you so", and we were stranded in the middle of nowhere on these big logs. And Ben Folds was nowhere in sight. I think he was sort of lucky to have escaped before the train turned on us.

I wish I understood why Ben Folds of all people showed up up in my dream, rather than like, oh, anyone that I've given a thought to in the past few days. It's never anyone that makes sense! No one that has anything to do with what I've been thinking about. Maybe this is a sign from my subconscious that I should be thinking about Ben Folds or something. Maybe he's mad at me because I've been ignoring him in favour of the Decemberists and such. Hmm. I'm sorry, Ben Folds. I didn't mean to upset you to the point that you ran away in my dream.

Oh, and since it is flu season, I feel that it is my duty to remind you to avoid letting people lick your keyboard. No, really. MSN News tells me so. And they can be trusted to warn us if there is an epidemic of keyboard-licking and related contractions of the flu. Watch out! (Serious <3s to whoever snuck that past their editor. "No-nonsense" indeed. Hehehe.)