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Do not want to pack. *eyes piles of clothing and stuff warily*

Had a weird dream this morning where me, my sister, and two random guys who I think must've been related to us, got turned into a vaguely Cerebus like thing. I think we had to defeat a bad guy? Iii dunno.

After I woke up, rolled over, and fell back asleep, I had a dream that was a sort of animated Disney retelling of The Tempest (in roughly the same way The Lion King is a retelling of Hamlet) that included a bizarre mash-up of "Marry the Man Today" and "Kiss the Girl." From there, it became one of those dreams where you dream you wake up -- I dreamt I woke up on a plane that was, for some technical malfunction reason, flying along a highway. And there was an in-flight sitcom playing that involved someone who I remember as looking suspiciously like Steve Carrell being on a rollercoaster, and it felt like the plane was doing the same loop-de-loops and barrel rolls as the coaster's cars, which was a little trippy.

I've actually been having a lot of dreams this trip home, but I can never find the energy to sit up and write them down.

Blargh. Mom uploaded a couple hundred photos from Christmas to Picasa last night and sent them to me, which sent me into new fits of "agh agh agh need to lose weight," which was no fun at all. I'd really like to go the gym, so I could feel like I was doing something towards that goal, but my guest membership ran out a couple days ago. And even if I were the type who liked outdoor running? Ahahaha. No. Ah well -- to make myself feel better, I'm doing push-ups and sit-ups and planning out workout routines for the next semester.

Watched the first twenty minutes or so of The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly (henceforward TGtBatU for quicker typing) last night. Verdict thus far? >:D! Badass.

This thread is still making me cackle hysterically.

Today has been a fairly decent day. I went to the gym and actually had a good workout, unlike Wednesday when I was sneezy and hungry and working through a Benadryl haze. Then we had lunch with my kindergarten teacher, then Dad and I dealt with financial stuff like loans and savings accounts and all. (Financial responsibility is SCARY, but at least I have a handle on it at the moment.)

Less great was that Fox News was on in the weight room. I wasn't really paying attention until they started talking about Benazir Bhutto -- and then how it was almost certain that Al Qaeda was responsible for the assassination, and how the Pakistani government had warned her that she was danger.

Thankfully, I was done with my set, so I could storm out in disgust without ruining my workout.

Honestly. In some contexts, you know, "warning someone that they may be in danger" is the same as "threatening someone." Of course she knew she was in danger, it's only been two months since the last attempt on her life! . . .

What a world, what a world.

It saddens me immeasurably that it took these events to make me aware of Benazir Bhutto at all. What a fascinating woman. Maybe I should take my cue from shoroko and make the BBC site my homepage.

I think this must be another part of growing up, just like taking a hand in my own finances.

More and more, I want to do Julius Caesar to reflect this situation. I still like my original semiotic campaign idea, but right now, right this second . . . ATY is doing Caesar in a few months, but I rather suspect that tackling global politics is not really in the scope of a youth theatre company.

--Although come to think, there's Playground coming up in April at CMU. If I could cut it down to 45 minutes . . . I don't know, it's so hard to send a single message with Caesar, because really the hero of the play is Brutus, the assassin, and it's hard to simultaneously condemn him and make the audience feel it when Antony says "This was the noblest Roman of them all."

*eying self*

Okay, body. You got over the omgcloggedsinusesmiserablecold part of the allergic reaction hump, and even if I did go to sleep around 1 AM the last couple nights, I've been getting decent amounts of sleep. And I've been feeding you pretty well, and moderating the caffeine.

So why so tired? Was it me seeing the Salvation Army ringers and sticking to my guns about not giving them money to fund anti-gay-rights legislation, even though I felt guilty? Was it the steadfast attempts not to spend money at Hot Topic* and Woolies? Was it the lack-of-faith-in-humanity-inducing discovery that the Museum Store, with its Egyptian statues and replica swords and educational toys, has left the big mall and been replaced by a bright'n'shiny Bebe store?

Or is it just the fact that I remembered that oh yeah, I have to sing at the children's mass in a couple hours?

Whatever. Shape up! I have to cantor the children's mass in a couple hours! Tiredness is not an option!

P.S. I am sorry I didn't go to the gym this morning, but getting a couple more hours of sleep seemed like such an attractive prospect that I figured you needed it. We'll go Wednesday. Cross my heart.


*Has Hot Topic always been so hilariously, ironically non-ironic, and I just didn't notice before now? Like, I wanted to giggle at all the Pokemon and Hello Kitty merchandise. But then, I had to stop myself from spending a lot of money on a REALLY cool Gryffindor jacket, so. But if I ever need cosplay stuff, man . . .

Also, I know they've always been selling fetish gear and I just didn't make the connection that it was, y'know, FETISH GEAR until today.

Yesterday I melted down on some people, so first off, thank you. I ended up taking newredshoes' advice and took a mental and physical health morning, slept till 10, and feel inexpressibly better for it.

Today has actually been slowly getting better and better after that promising start. My workshop group actually was productive during Foundations, and the teacher said not only would we have two days for in-class work, but we could petition for an extension to the 9th; I went to Doc's office and though he didn't have any work for me, I did get an extension on my review to the 5th, so I can review Tin Man; and our TA got back to us and said our group project due tomorrow could be extended to Friday.

Tick, tick, tick -- three major weights lessened.

Plus, I found Christmas presents for my dad and sister in the bookstore (I was going to get him The Year of Living Biblically, but it turned out he's already read it). Still stumped on Mom, though.

Oh, and I got to talk about The Name of the Rose with Doc real briefly, with a promise to discuss it more fully later. ( I told him how appalled I was by the ending. )

So -- a much better day than yesterday, all around.

And to top it all off, I look good today, which neatly knocks down at least part of last night's other anxiety.

ETA: I thought I heard someone (a big black man in a Carnegie kilt. I love my school) in the School of Drama mention a CMU grad and Watchmen in the same sentence as I was passing, so I checked the IMDb page.

Whaddya know -- Patrick Wilson's a grad. !!!

(Not really relatedly, so's Gaius Charles, who is not in Watchmen but is, you know, one of the stars of Friday Night Lights, so. And as you're all no doubt sick of hearing from me, so's Zachary Quinto.)

Joe Pitt went to my school! CMU DRAMA REPRESENT.