Mid-morning rambles.

The dream I had last night was bizarre. V. bizarre.

I don’t know who’s seen the movie “Big Trouble in Little China” but the bad guy in it- Lo Pan- was in my dream last night. Anna, Jeannette, Suzanne, and I were walking around Armory Square, and Anna says, “Let’s go into that store where Antique Underground used to be.” So we do. There were strings of beads all over the place, and some necklaces on the walls, and that was about it. Of course it turns into an Evil Trap, and we can’t get out when we go to leave. Zombie-skeleton things jump out from behind mirrors and chase us into the basement, where Lo Pan is. At this point Jeannette is down for the count, having been horribly wounded or something, so Suzanne’s trying to carry her, and Anna and I are trying to hold off the stupid skeleton guys. Let me tell you it’s a lot harder than it looks to kills something that’s already dead with a battle axe that someone dropped. Anyway, we’re all about to die, and Nightcrawler jumps out of a hidden door in the basement wall (dressed in a Chinese robe, with a skullcap) and is like, “Follow me, everyone, I’ll get you to safety.” He, Jeannette, and Suzanne run into the tunnel and then Anna and I follow them. The last thing I remember is Suzanne saying, “You know, that one zombie looked like a moose. I like Moose- mooses-” and then Dad woke me up.

Gay bishops rock my world. Take that, Fern Butler.

I have lots and lots of things to do today. Buy more CD-R’s, buys pants- maybe, if I don’t have to spend a mint for them. Mail my LJ payment (blah.) Do laundry so I have some clean clothes, yay! Develop film and make sure they put it on a disk cause I never could get the scanner to work.

I also have to take Kelsey to the pool. I don’t really want to, seeing as how they have nowhere to sit and no shade at all to park myself onto. I went swimming with her a few days ago. It was very weird, since I haven’t really swam at all in two years- I hit the water and just got all dizzy and vertigo-ish. Something must be wrong with my head. Is swimming like riding a bicycle or do you have to learn how to handle being under water all over again when you haven’t done it in a long time? Struck me as kind of odd, since I love swimming so much. Or it might’ve been the pool, too much chlorine, too many disdainful lifeguards that I happened to know in high school. I’m sticking to natural bodies of water from now on, thanks.

Blah blah woof woof.

I developed a crush on Bruce Willis last night for about forty-five minutes. O_o Weird.

Ashton Kutcher is a jerk and I don’t like him. He’s right up there with Joe Millionaire in my book. So not in The Club.

Mid-morning rambles.

The dream I had last night was bizarre. V. bizarre.

I don’t know who’s seen the movie “Big Trouble in Little China” but the bad guy in it- Lo Pan- was in my dream last night. Anna, Jeannette, Suzanne, and I were walking around Armory Square, and Anna says, “Let’s go into that store where Antique Underground used to be.” So we do. There were strings of beads all over the place, and some necklaces on the walls, and that was about it. Of course it turns into an Evil Trap, and we can’t get out when we go to leave. Zombie-skeleton things jump out from behind mirrors and chase us into the basement, where Lo Pan is. At this point Jeannette is down for the count, having been horribly wounded or something, so Suzanne’s trying to carry her, and Anna and I are trying to hold off the stupid skeleton guys. Let me tell you it’s a lot harder than it looks to kills something that’s already dead with a battle axe that someone dropped. Anyway, we’re all about to die, and Nightcrawler jumps out of a hidden door in the basement wall (dressed in a Chinese robe, with a skullcap) and is like, “Follow me, everyone, I’ll get you to safety.” He, Jeannette, and Suzanne run into the tunnel and then Anna and I follow them. The last thing I remember is Suzanne saying, “You know, that one zombie looked like a moose. I like Moose- mooses-” and then Dad woke me up.

Gay bishops rock my world. Take that, Fern Butler.

I have lots and lots of things to do today. Buy more CD-R’s, buys pants- maybe, if I don’t have to spend a mint for them. Mail my LJ payment (blah.) Do laundry so I have some clean clothes, yay! Develop film and make sure they put it on a disk cause I never could get the scanner to work.

I also have to take Kelsey to the pool. I don’t really want to, seeing as how they have nowhere to sit and no shade at all to park myself onto. I went swimming with her a few days ago. It was very weird, since I haven’t really swam at all in two years- I hit the water and just got all dizzy and vertigo-ish. Something must be wrong with my head. Is swimming like riding a bicycle or do you have to learn how to handle being under water all over again when you haven’t done it in a long time? Struck me as kind of odd, since I love swimming so much. Or it might’ve been the pool, too much chlorine, too many disdainful lifeguards that I happened to know in high school. I’m sticking to natural bodies of water from now on, thanks.

Blah blah woof woof.

I developed a crush on Bruce Willis last night for about forty-five minutes. O_o Weird.

Ashton Kutcher is a jerk and I don’t like him. He’s right up there with Joe Millionaire in my book. So not in The Club.

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I've decided to major in quantum physics.

Or maybe theoretical physics.

Hmmm.

Physics

I've decided to major in quantum physics.

Or maybe theoretical physics.

Hmmm.