You will hear me say that a lot.

Lots to say, not much time to do so.
1) Was reading A Softer World, and thinking about how awesome and deep and profound the artists were. Especially love this one.
New addition to my wishlist: Joey Comeau's book, Underqualified

2) Was reading my new Martha Stewart Living that just came today when I came upon THIS.
IT IS MIND BLOWING
THERE ARE 500 OF THEM
THEY HAVE PRETTY NAMES
They are $33 per 25.
[sigh]

3) I had this idea long ago to make these cute felt crowns on clips, and I decided to do them today. Turned out pretty nice, good thing I bought that hot glue gun on Wednesday. I wanted to take a picture of meself and the Domies, but then I couldn't find my camera battery charger and my camera's dead. And then I decide to download FFIV for DS and I can't find my DS charger either and MADNESS ENSUES. I comb the house for thirty minutes before my mom finally finds it in the suitcase I took to Music Camp this year. Whew. But that made me think about how my memory (about ideas, funny comments, ingenious insights, etc) has been deteriorating recently and I was sad because those things are really important to me (on the other hand, I can remember Bio and POB notes just fine). But then I cheered up.

4) The crown is really cute. I will make Diana wear it on Monday.

5) I'm downloading DS roms and those stupid share sites say that because I'm not a premium member I have to wait 467 seconds before I can download it, and I always forget to right click save on the links and then I have to restart and wait another 467 seconds and OH LOOK ITS DONE FINALLY. Ok, now it won't let me right click anyway ARGH save to desktop.

6) I'm supposed to go play tennis with Tiffy tomorrow morning but she's not home and I don't know now wut. Also, DK doesn't like this layout but I'm too lazy to change it and redo all the stuff and not all the layouts actually work because their hosted pictures don't work anymore and I think this layout is fine and pretty.

I'm going to go read more Softer World.

I'm wearing my infamous furry hooded jacket that SHOULD be warming me up like a heater but it ISNT and my hands are cold and I HATE IT when my hands are cold. D: so there. [Runs to check the thermostat] RAUGHH??? <-- confused dinosaur noise, although I'm sure dinosaurs are never cold. It's 62 degrees! The thermostat is set at heat at 61. Sometimes, I wish I lived in a kind of small but very insulated kind of box.

I had the Timmreck test today. I know I got at least ONE wrong, and knowing me, I probably got a whole bunch of them wrong. [sigh]. Life has reached a new low. Not to mention that I freezed my butt off sitting at Southerd's outdoor Cell Respiration Review symposium. Andrzejewski didn't even teach half the stuff we were reviewing! I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing. I had to go because Irene and the others refused to go to Timmrecks to review math (in his slightly warmer than outside room, too) because SOMEHOW, science was more important than math. I have like a 98 in bio, so I'm not concerned at all WHEREAS I have a 94 in Timmreck and tests count as 80 percent of your grade so if I get a 60 it's 87.9 for me. Aren't I a jolly happy lot?

Only good news is that I was selected as one of the twelve finalists for the Chrystal slogan this year. The theme was "home." Jiang Lao Shi made us all do it because at that point in time they had only 16 entries, so I wracked my pitifully incompetent brains and came up with "Love under one roof," which got scorned by my mom and Alicia and Joanna on the way home. If I win it, I think I get an iPod Nano 5th gen, but I'd really rather have an Amazon giftcard.
Speaking of Amazon giftcards, three things to add to my newly made Christmas wishlist!

[edit] This was originally started on Saturday, Nov 7, but I didn't have time to finish it then.

Blue and gold Russian mosques, saliva ID machines, and people that are fruit that are really people but kinda fruit-- what do they all have in common?

I kinda dreamed about them recently.

I wonder if they mean anything.

On Friday, I dreamed that our backyard had that red exercise bar set that we had at Lawson (remember?) except there were a bunch of red tetherball poles too. Anyway, I looked out over the trees and the sky was a sharp ice blue with a field of clouds at eye level. Rising out of the clouds were these blue and gold Russian mosque towers, and they looked so perfect, like a kind of lonely heaven. I wanted to take a picture so bad. I rushed inside the house, and was going to grab my lowly digital, but then opted for my dad's pro Nikon. Unfortunately, it was saving files or whatnot, so I got my dad to stop it, but then he had to delete these pictures (when I woke up, I thought about these pictures and how I have never taken any of them before) and I was kind of sad. But I grabbed the camera and headed outside, determined to capture the image. I raised my eye to the viewfinder....

I woke up.

I want to paint that picture.

Yesterday, I dreamed of...
Before I say that, I guess I should explain a couple things. I don't know if everyone dreams as vividly and as often (practically every day) as I do, but in dreams, anything is possible. I can go from first person to third person to God mode to shapeshifter. And a lot of things make sense in your dreams and then you wake up and it is the most absurd-- albeit a mystical air to it-- thing ever. It's awesome.

Back to the topic. I dreamed that (okay, insert confusing part now, and yes, I'm in third person)there was this young African American boy (let's call him Gerald for no apparent reason other than me not wanting to type out "young african american boy" the whole time), and the setting is in this snowy little town next to some suspiciously Yosemite-like mountainous overhangings that is probably in Nevada somewhere (I don't exactly know, but I think the dream was inspired by my desire to go skiing, and we always go to either Nevada or Tahoe and I don't think it's Tahoe). Gerald approaches a man and his two daughters(?) who are walking on these railroad tracks. He begs them to tell him if he's in Nevada or not, and then asks them whether they know how far ___________ (insert weird town name that I don't remember here) is from here. They ignore him and walk on. He follows them to their house, where there is a mother and aunts and uncles and a load of kids. They all eat (making no comment or even recognition of Gerald's presence) and then talk alot. From the dining room, he goes to the "bedroom" which just a lot of bunkbeds next to each other (think Winnona log cabin, if you had to live there during Yosemite). And suddenly, I take Geralds place. It's not me in Geralds form, it's me. There's a bunk that's second to last near the far end of the room, and instinctively know that it is mine. Apparently, we have to share bunks, because there's someone already wrapped up in a blanket in mine(worry not, there are two blankets. Also, they're taking up more than half of the bed. In the bunkbed next to mine sits this young woman in about her twenties. She's a journalist. We talk about stuff I don't remember, and then she ofers to share her bunk with me since she's alone. I politely decline, and then lie down in my bunk. It is uncomfortable since (duh) the other person is taking up most of the bed (I think this segment of the dream draws on my most uncomfortable night at LDI with Neha, don't ask). The journalist is all like -smirk- and then I take her up on her offer. As I cross to her bunk, the scene changes and suddenly we are at the side of a snowy road and the bunk turns into an snow bank at the edge of the road. I am unnerved, only worrying about getting mugged at the side of the road.

Part two: Julie Plays a Game.
Continuation of dream, I am at a place that looks like Tahoe during the summer. There's a couple ladies and a whole bunch of girls with me. I think we're camping(?) Anyway, one of the moms is like, "Let's play a game!" And the game is about finding these paper pie tins and putting them in a plastic bag or something. So we're walking through the woods next to this lake, and my partner (a blonde girl, let's call her Anne) finds a pie tin. And another. And another. All the other kids are jealous. I find a clean plastic ziplock bag to put them in, but the mom tells me Anne has already found one. It's a big bag that's kind of dirty and broken, but it works. Anne has also found a bunch of small yellow peanuts (not the packing ones) and I decide to put the peanuts into the bag and whatnot, and they suddenly become rice crispies. Hmmm.... Me and Anne win, but then we go back to the town and go to this town-hall like building. There's a gym in the back, and I look inside the glass windows and there are these people-fruits (They're people, but I somehow put them in my mind as fruits) in a freeze frame on some exercise machines, all piled up together. There are cherries and vanilla bean pods and other things that I can't really remember. There is a sign next to the door. It says: Cherry Coke.

Part Three: Julie Plays God
Stuff happens (= I don't remember) and suddenly there are a lot more fruit-people. There are apples and watermelons and lemons and bananas and peaches and papayas and raugh. They are also people I know from school. They're just running around like they're playing tag or something, and suddenly I leave the scene and it shrinks before me until it is like a toy. The people have transformed into little colored marbles. I attempt to stack them neatly on the long stairs at the side of the building, but there are too many and I just put the rest on the roof-overlook. Then I zoom back in and are a normal person again. The people-fruits tell me they have overthrown the Cherry Coke Hierarchy. Sure enough, the exercise machines have been pushed over and the Cherry Coke fruit-people are no where to be found. The fruit-people start parading out of the building, with I at the lead. We start walking towards a huge, modern mall (think Mall of America), and as I'm striding across the square leading to the entrance, I keep telling myself, "I'm not _______ (insert fruit name here), I'm MYSELF!" Directly behind me is Diana and some skinny asian guy. Diana calls to me, saying, "Julie? Are you still a fruit?" I reply, "NO. I'm MYSELF."
Diana tells the skinny asian guy, "It's okay, you can stop being a watermelon now."

Part Four: Julie Goes to Watch a Movie
We enter the mall. There is a movie theater, so I go buy a ticket for myself. After buying it, I follow the path dividers to a copy-machine like machine. The guy in front of me (pulling a suitcase) is kneeling on the floor, attempting to what seems to be licking this little screen on the lower part of the machine. After a couple undignified tries, he gets it. The machine beeps and little green lights flash, and the man moves along. I reach the licking machine. It says that it's supposed to be some sort of ID-checking machine(don't ask). The instructions tell me to take the little clear sticker that's coming out in a roll from a slot on the top of the machine, lick it, then stick it on a card that's provided as well. Then, stick the card with the sticker back through another slot into the machine and stoop down and lick the little screen. I lick the clear sticker (it's in the shape of a lowercase "n"), stick it on the card, and ponder. I really don't want to stoop down and lick the stupid screen (I suddenly realize I'm wearing a little tennis skirt), so I take my card and kind of wave it in front of the screen instead of putting it into the machine. The machine beeps and the little green lights flash again, but a man from the help desk comes over. He tells me that the procedure wasn't quite right. I retaliate, accusing the procedure of the licking the screen of many different dismerits, including public harrassment and indignity. I remember that I failed to mention undecency, however. He lets me pass, and I walk to the theater. There is a long line in front of the entrance to the screen, with a lot of rowdy kids. There is also a huge screen next to the entryway that is displaying "recent" previews ( I remember seeing an Iron Man preview, though). My once-fruity-people start to trickle in behind me. One person says, "Whoah, yeah, this is where all the Web Leaders get their movies! That's why they always have the newest, in-theater stuff." I was like, ":O you're right! No wonder they're always hooking up movie reels to the projecter." (Right.) ]

Then I wake up.

Man, I've really got to change the layout again.