Drug-Induced Crazyness?

Last night, Siobhan and I had a hot date. We made dinner (Siobhan made brownies), we had wine, we watched a movie while doing homework. It was a good date. And then I walked her home and we hung out for a while before watching Daily Show and Colbert with Craig. Who then walked me home. So, good night all in all. And now I'm sitting here eating cold left-overs for breakfast because I'm lazy.

I had crazy, cracked-out dreams last night/this morning. I don't know if it was those pain killers, or just my cracked-out subconcious, but it was weird. And disturbing. I had a dream that Mark died. And no one told me. I'm sorry, but I kind of expect to be told something so important. It was quite the upsetting dream. And then I was trying to wake up, and I had like, four dreams in a row that I woke up and hauled myself out of bed, only to discover that I was still asleep as soon as I thought I had gotten out of bed. Now that is irritating. So really, I'm just in a bad mood all-round this morning.

But whatever. I have to go do some homework. En espanol.

Of Dreams and Kurt Cobain

Two days of updating in a row, wow. I'm impressed with myself.

I watched Equilibrium this morning, which is an absolutely fantastic movie. If you haven't seen it, you ought to. And I'm not summing up the plot for you. If you're too lazy to see the movie, I'm too lazy to ennable you. Anyway. In the movie one of the Clerics (who is commiting a sense offense, gasp!) reads a poem by Yeats, which I think is just so beautiful:

"Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver lights,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths,
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."

Because aren't we all just treading on each others' dreams? I don't know, maybe I'm being a little to arts. But hey, take what you will.

Rabe, you should like this: in music class today, we listened to Nirvana, specificially "smells like teen spirit". And you know what? I liked it. I think Nirvana could grow on me. Thus, I may borrow some music at some point, Rabe. Although it was a little bit weird when the prof kind of teared up a bit when he was talking about Kurt Cobain's suicide. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm sure it's sad...but I think we're a little removed for crying in a lecture about it. And then he started going on about how he thinks Courtney Love killed Cobain. It was a good class.

Anwho, work tonight. That's going to be faaaantastic. Really, who doesn't like working on a Friday night? Clearly not me, because that seems to be the shift I work all the time. Very tooly.

Long time, Nothing Happening

It's been a while since I've updated. But suprise, suprise, nothing's happened. What can I say? I have absolutely no life. I'm still sick. I went back to the doctor today and she told me my mono test came back negative, so go home and sleep it off because it could take up to two months for my random virus to go away. But I convinced her to give me drugs for the pain, so huzzah! But then the pharmacist warned me that they may or may not give me an asthma attack. That's poor.

My parents told me I had to cut back to two shifts a week at work, which is actually fine with me, because I was definitely getting a little too stressed out. But then my bosses sold the business, so I have new bosses, and I don't know what's going to change and what's going to stay the same. But I'm kind of thinking about quiting anyway, because I'm just so tired all the time with this virus. And my parents have decided to pick up second semester's rent, which is really nice.

So ya, basically nothing new. Exciting, huh?

Back From the Brink of Death

Okay, maybe not the brink of death, but it sure felt like it. I went home (like, my mum came and took me back to the fort) on Sunday and stayed in bed until I came back to the apartment on Wednesday night. And then went to a couple classes and went back to bed. Because I have mono. Yuck. But I'm going back to work on Friday. Double yuck. I've cut my shifts down to two a week though, so hopefully it'll work out okay.

Anyway, I'm supposed to be studying. Or napping. One of the two.