So I have another AIM name that I occasionally go on just so I can read the profiles of people who have blocked me. And sometimes their profiles are song lyrics, but I wonder if they chose those lyrics to be about me. And normally that would be so narcissistic, but I have a certain person and certain song lyrics in mind. But I can't ask, cause I'm not allowed to talk to this person anymore. So I wonder. Sometimes I wonder if I did the right thing. But usually I end up deciding that I did.

Dream:
     Someone invited me to a Halloween party. I had nothing to wear, so Jeremy (a guy from work) told me to wear some settlement clothes, put some soot on my face, and say that I was a stowaway on a pirate ship. I did that and got to the party, and people were like, "How many Halloweens in a row are you going to wear that dress for?" And then I felt bad.
     Then Cassie invited me to a party, and Rob was there. And he was smoking. I kept making mean remarks about what an idiot he was to start smoking. He started to mention this philosophy class he wanted to take, and I said, "Is it for people who smoke? You know, they dumb it down? Cause anyone who smokes cigarettes has to be a moron." He got mad at me and yelled (cause I wasn't supposed to be talking to him, just like in real life) and I left.
     Then I wanted one of those popsicles with the cream in the middle. We didn't have any, and my mom got upset cause we had just eaten dinner but I was still hungry. I yelled at her, "You can't slop meat and vegetables on a plate and call it a meal!" (I really want one of those popsicles now)
     Then my mom was going to take me to the pool we used to swim at in West Lafayette. She said, "There are just a few people coming with," but it turned out that people kept filing out of the house to get into the car. There ended up being 25 people, and my mom said we could all fit if some people sat on the floor in the van. I was doing something in the garage, like cleaning something up, and one lady climbed into the driver's seat of the van. She was doing the standard 11-point turn that comes with turning my van around in the driveway, but she kept pulling into the garage. Each time, she kept pulling closer and closer--she was looking behind her, cause she was an idiot. Then she kind of tapped me. I got mad, because there was no reason that she should have hit me, so I started calling her a bitch. She started putting some water from her water bottle in her mouth and then spitting it on me. I started doing the same thing, except I had soda. She got mad, and my mom sent me to my room because I had ruined this lady's sweater. I was really upset and I wanted to call Andy to complain, but then I remembered I left my phone in the car, and they were probably gone by then. I was scared that the people would steal my phone and start making obscene calls on it. I ran downstairs to use my brother's or my sister's phone, but it turned out my mom was standing there with my beach bag. She offered to play catch with me (with a wiffle ball) to make me feel better.

Paris Hilton is engaged to marry a guy named Paris. That makes me think, would I ever marry a guy named Kerry? Like Kerry Wood? Probably not, it would freak me out too much.

Things that make me hate life:
-Naperville brats who depend on daddy to buy them everything
-Giving 21 tours at the settlement tomorrow even though that is not at all in my job description
-How my apartment lease starts A DAY BEFORE CLASS STARTS so I have no time to relax at all

Things that make me think that life isn't so bad:
-Knitting a DNA scarf
-The prospect of getting paid to live in France for a year
-The prospect of going to grad school in Madison, probably the awesomest town ever

Yesterday Cassie and I sang along to Newsies. Because we're just that cool. (Shut up. We are.) And then she introduced me to the greatness that is Gene Kelly's 40-year-old ass. English scientists use it to calibrate instruments! Mmm.

Today I went to Madison again and walked around campus. It's very nice. I think I want to go there for grad school. I also have been considering my spring semester abroad, and instead of that I'm thinking I want to just graduate a year early and then do this year-long teaching program in France where I teach English to kids.

The awesomeness of Andy, manifest in the English language:
Okay, so you know those names for groups of animals, like a murder of crows and whatnot? Andy came up with these two:
A flush of goldfish
A crack of plumbers
And that's why we love Andy!

Today at lunch I had a little bit of a honeydew melon, and my first thought was, "This tastes like a Starburst." In other words, when I eat fruit, my first thought is "mmm candy". Sad.