Tales from Kerry's Past
In 5th grade, we were learning about WWII. We had to divide into groups and write plays. My group wanted to write ours about a Jewish family in the US that got sent to a concentration camp. Apparently that wasn't absurd enough because we also wanted to make them Japanese so that they would get sent to an internment camp as well. Our teacher told us that was a little much, and we were upset.

Source of frustration for the day:
Our room is right next to the bathroom. There is a radio in the bathroom. Sometimes, for inexplicable reasons, people turn up the volume on the radio as loud as it will go. That means that we hear the radio in our room. In cases such as these, I usually brave the deafening music and turn down the volume. However, today there was some source of music pervading my room that ended up not being under my control (my CD player, the bathroom radio). So I had to sit there and counterattack with my own music, which made for a gross mix of good stuff and crap. (Good stuff = my music)

Today Steve and I were on the bus, and we heard this guy ask his friends, "Do you know where the phrase 'Your mom goes to college' is from?" At first I thought it was a joke, but he kept going on. "I've heard it so much these past several months, but I have no idea where people got it. And the weird thing is, my mom does go to college, so it always freaks me out for a second." One of his friends replies, "Probably from some movie or something." The other friend adds, "Yeah, and the thing is, it's probably a really shitty movie because like everyone has seen it." That's so strange to me, that like three college-aged people haven't seen Napoleon Dynamite. But what's really pathetic is that one kid's attitude. It's really stupid to avoid stuff just because it's supposedly really cool and popular, in the same way that it's really stupid to like stuff just because it's really cool and popular. Either way, you're letting the media make choices for you, when you should be making those choices yourself. You should be the one to decide what you like and what you don't like, instead of going with or against the flow just beacuse it's the flow.

What am I doing up so late, you ask? Well, I'm currently having breathing problems and I'm scared to go to sleep until it's all subsided.

Dream:
I bought a set of Spongebob underwear to turn Steve on. He loved it. He was wearing a pair of American flag boxers, but underneath he had on a thong. I told him it was sexy even though in my mind I said "EW" because thongs on men are gross. Then I put on a pair of American flag boxers, and we had a good laugh because we were wearing matching boxers.
Then Kirstin and I went to this party. It was kind of like a celebration or recognition of something, so it wasn't like a college house party. She looked 21, and was able to get us alcohol (there was an open bar). My ear/nose/throat doctor was at the party, and he lectured me about drinking. Every time he turned his head, I took a drink, but he immediately caught me and made me feel guilty each time. After that, I had to drive back to school. I had a Segway scooter and I promised my parents that I could make it back on that. I only made it halfway, and I was immediately transported back to my house, where my parents were a little miffed that they had to drive me back.

Jeez, Scrubs has been depressing me these past few weeks because Turk & Carla are like the one fictional couple that I actually like, and I don't want to see them split up.

Dream:
Steve had a twin brother that he had never told me about. His twin brother came back from wherever he had been, and was hanging out with Steve. I was in class, and they came and sat next to me, and they looked exactly alike (except one had marginally longer hair) and I didn't even notice there were two of them. Steve never told me the twin's name, so I just called him "Multi-Steve", which they both got a kick out of. We all went back to their house, where they disappeared into another room. At first I just hung out and played with their dog, but then I got bored, so I searched them out. They were laying on a couch, facing each other and hugging. I decided that was kind of weird, so I didn't interrupt them. I left.