Because it looked just like a dream.

Last night i had a dream that i was on a soccer team with George Takei, among other people. I got a great assist to him, and he put it in the net, but when i went to celebrate, he asked me not to touch him. It was really awkward.

I also had a dream that logan came to town, in our jackson house, and gave me this stuff that looked like pocki, but it was super minty. He gave me something else that was a lot less awesome, but i can't remember what it was. It was really pretty lame... like a pine cone or something.

I wish i could always remember my dreams, then i could write a big book of them that would be awesome.

Thursday, I don't care about you; it's Friday, I'm in love.

Friday can't come soon enough, i am so ready to be done with this semester, i only have 2 essays and another final. My math final went fairly well this morning, i felt like i was failing it but when i went back through it there was only one problem that i was struggling with, and he drops our worst problem, and gives pretty decent partial credit, and then there's the curve. Oh the glorious curve. I wonder if honors classes are graded on the curve, because that would be crippling, especially since a 3.5 is required for an honors degree, and quite a few honors students are on some sort of scholarship with a minimum gpa requirement. Hopefully it's more of a parabola.

Christmas is only 2 weeks away. This semester has been absurdly fast, i still don't really feel like i've found my groove in this whole college life thing, but it's getting there. Next semester the groove changes completely with classes different and such, and a new roommate, madness.

I decide that i'd rather not have guitar hero for christmas. It's a really fun game, but 90 dollars could be spend much more effectively, like on a digital camera. I also want to become really good at rock climbing, but i don't see that happening for christmas or next semester, since rock climbing and winter don't mix well, except for indoor, which remains wicked fun.

I really need to stop procrastinating, those essays aren't going to write themselves. I have such a hard time motivating myself at the very end of school, it's a pretty bad time to lose motivation, especially is college. I proved in high school that i could survive not trying for the last term, but in college the last couple weeks is responsible for a pretty sizable portion of the final grade.

I had a dream last night that was a good reflection of my subconscious. First of all, i stayed up all night doing nothing in particular, i think i hung out with some people, at 8am i was going to head to sleep, but then i didn't have any place to sleep, i think i ended up sleeping in some sort of hammock thing in that field where we play frisbee. I was somehow simultaneously at the dorms and in jackson because i was suprised when i couldn't sleep in the Howard st. house, and then i realized that i had a dorm to sleep in. It was a weird dream. Dreams always seem to last longer than it takes to describe them, and they always lose a lot of their meaning. It's weird.

But yeah, wasting all my time and feeling like i'm short one home is pretty common as of late. I'm excited to get back to mississippi, but i can't really call biloxi home, mostly because i've only been there for two days, and i don't know anyone there other than my family. I'm also looking forward to making it up to jackson. I think i have a tendency to complain about my friends sometimes, and i somehow expected to find these perfect people to hang out with in Utah. As it turned out, my friends in mississippi were, and are, pretty crazy awesome, and it's hard to imagine actual people who were much better. I had a workout buddy, a second string work-out buddy (who was hampered by his lack of Y membership), video game buddies, risk buddies, tv buddies, movie buddies, Ultimate frisbee buddies, talking about stuff buddies, work buddies, do nothing buddies...the list of buddies goes on and on, most of which i haven't been able to dublicate here.

So i'm hoping for some all inclusive roommate buddy to move in next semester, because i'm sure that'll happen. I do have a climbing buddy, a doing really stupid but fun stuff buddy, and snow buddies up here, and i would have ultimate frisbee buddies if it wasn't so snowy and cold, and i have church buddies for the first time in a while, so it's not all lost. I am short a best buddy, and those are pretty vital.

So aside from being agonizingly close to leaving, life has been pretty bland during this finals week. I just want to be done, but it'll come soon enough, until then I have essays to put off.

~The Down of a Thistle

Let the hours roll by doing nothing for the fun

So, i'm back to living by myself, and now, without decent computer or video games, i'm finding it hard to fill the time. This has some benefits in that i end up being more productive, but mostly i just spend a bit of time bored, contemplating things.

I have a really cool dream last night. It was a harry Potter dream, which, in a world with no harry potter book coming, is about the best i'm going to get. I think i was harry potter, or else i was me and i was in Harry Potter's position. We were running from a basilisk that had materialized out of the grass. It's kinda hard to explain, but i'm sure i've seen it before, i think it must have been a different dream. Anyway, we ran from that, and found the sword of gryffindor, and for some reason at that moment (when the snake was either within sight or i could perceive it getting closer) it seemed very important to sop up the remnents of basilisk venom into a rag. I'm just going to tell you right now that that never came up in the dream, although to be fair i woke up before the end. After that we (who included me, Ron, perhaps dumbledore, or lupin) started running up the corridors of Hogwarts, which were somewhat reminiscent of parts of carslbad cavers. Anyway, eventually we got to this big room where a bunch of hogwarts students were hanging out. The run to this room was actually very long and very scary, but i don't remember it as much. Oh, but on the way we got to this room that had a bunch of doors, and i know one said "Geography Bee". A couple of them were too small (made for house elves) and so we chose a big one with blue lettering. This took us to the hogwarts student room. In this room we were kinda trapped, and i remember that i needed to somehow get to someplace. I climbed up on these rafters and then made my way over to some ropes that were hanging down. :I swung over to this little secret door that i knew was there, and would take me to where i need to be. It took me a while to get the door open, all the while mrs. van uden was below saying she'd catch me if i fell (which i hardly saw possible). Eventually i opened it up to the passage way, but found that it was far too small (which is a part of a dream that i've had many times since i was 9, there's this passageway in the jackson street house that's about as wide as an air vent, and i somehow have to get into it). Some goblins come in (not harry potter goblins, Lord of the Rings goblins) itching for a fight, and i'm having trouble remembering spell names, so i get someone to give me my sword, and petrify the goblins and then stab them, which kinda makes them fall apart. I go over to corned to stay for a while, and this little kid next to me is really thirsty, so i go to find some cups, and use aquamenti to fill them with water. Shortly afterwards Snape came in, and i remember thinking that he was good, and that he was just pretending to be evil, but then he came over and started acting very evil, he poked me with his wand and i remember this searing pain in my side (which i now realize is where i bruised my ribs on a volleyball pole yesterday) And i couldn't remember the spell for shielding, and i couldn't really see straight, and the more i tried the harder it was, it was like i couldn't open my eyes, and then my mom called and i woke up to answer the phone.

Yesterday i played volleyball with some people from work, which was fun. I've realized how extremely competitive i am, or rather, that not everyone is extremely competitive. Some people are perfectly ok playing games to have fun, and i don't quite understand that. I mean i would rather have fun than win, but winning is usually fun, and so i don't often have to make the choice. Anyway, i think i proved myself alright at volleyball, which made me happy. It's not easy to gain respect working in the ice cream shop, i dunno, it just seems juvenile compared to the other side of the restaurant, which i think is part of the reason i want to do expo again. Also that you're part of something bigger there, as opposed to the scoop shop, which is pretty enclosed.

So now i'm trying to decide what to do until i have to work, which is complicated by the fact that i'm not sure when i have to work. I think i'll probably swing by work and then go to the gym. So until i succumb to boredom and write again, farewell.