Erin vs. The Edge

Another year gone by and no one-- NO ONE-- has gotten me the Hungry Hungry Hippos. Does no one love me? Does no one think I deserve the hippos? Will I have to buy myself hippos to feed and to love and to soothe in their ravenous hunger for little balls?

Much goodness last couple of days, had a fine new year, good before, good after, much socialization and such. Come to think of it, the entire continuim of new years and the days before and after led into possibly one of the best new years I've ever had, and I was thinking yesterday, I am very lucky in my friends, in their number and quality, in their individual persons, I am just very lucky and happy.

I woke up after six hours of sleep due to a round of terrible fail out of school nightmeres. I had three winter classes and didn't realize they overlapped, had to take math again and couldn't figure out when it was or couldn't read numbers anymore, and in my folder all I had was old math notes from highschoool that didn't mean anything to me anymore, and if I missed even one class I was fucked. I responded by waking up abruptly at six thirty, rolling over and finishing the entire paper I had due that I was angsting about before I went to sleep in one sitting, just to show my subconscious who's boss.

Last night I dreamed that everybody in Iowa was in this big factory/enclosed town thing, we'd been taken over by The Enemy. We were being sorted into classes, and my blue tanktop was reallly suspicious, becqause everybody else had work jumpers on. I think I might have missed the take over and come back to this new sittuation all confused. Meghan D didn't wear the standard jumper because she was drafted into Class A, and I realized that she was being sent to the brothel and that she wouldn't last a month (not because of anything wrong with her, no body lived more than a month working there), and I was so angry about it and we were trying to rescue her, but I had to get inside to do it, so I was signing up for Class A when the dream ended.

A few nights ago Jenny dreamed I single-handedly saved her from the sexual advances of The Edge from U2. I have never been prouder of myself.

Ben and I are seeing Aeon Flux tonight, and Therese is back! I feel wierd b/c she and I haven't hung out that much this last semester, which is wierd as I'm used to doing more w/ her, and I miss my Thereses. Ah well, can correct that by adjusting the Rocking Out control to the 'more' setting.

I need to mail John about my letter of rec for DI. I hate buracratic stuffs.

I kind of hope Aeon Flux isn't good, I'm not in the mood for a good movie today. Too strenuous. Though speaking of fun, I did find, for a dollar, Escape from New York, which had Ben's name written all over it and which I will give him today. Especially as he and I accidently bought Escape from the Bronx this one time, and why would you even make an off-brand copy of a bad movie? Who financed that? It's not even a sequel, just bizzare.

Erin vs. The Edge

Another year gone by and no one-- NO ONE-- has gotten me the Hungry Hungry Hippos. Does no one love me? Does no one think I deserve the hippos? Will I have to buy myself hippos to feed and to love and to soothe in their ravenous hunger for little balls?

Much goodness last couple of days, had a fine new year, good before, good after, much socialization and such. Come to think of it, the entire continuim of new years and the days before and after led into possibly one of the best new years I've ever had, and I was thinking yesterday, I am very lucky in my friends, in their number and quality, in their individual persons, I am just very lucky and happy.

I woke up after six hours of sleep due to a round of terrible fail out of school nightmeres. I had three winter classes and didn't realize they overlapped, had to take math again and couldn't figure out when it was or couldn't read numbers anymore, and in my folder all I had was old math notes from highschoool that didn't mean anything to me anymore, and if I missed even one class I was fucked. I responded by waking up abruptly at six thirty, rolling over and finishing the entire paper I had due that I was angsting about before I went to sleep in one sitting, just to show my subconscious who's boss.

Last night I dreamed that everybody in Iowa was in this big factory/enclosed town thing, we'd been taken over by The Enemy. We were being sorted into classes, and my blue tanktop was reallly suspicious, becqause everybody else had work jumpers on. I think I might have missed the take over and come back to this new sittuation all confused. Meghan D didn't wear the standard jumper because she was drafted into Class A, and I realized that she was being sent to the brothel and that she wouldn't last a month (not because of anything wrong with her, no body lived more than a month working there), and I was so angry about it and we were trying to rescue her, but I had to get inside to do it, so I was signing up for Class A when the dream ended.

A few nights ago Jenny dreamed I single-handedly saved her from the sexual advances of The Edge from U2. I have never been prouder of myself.

Ben and I are seeing Aeon Flux tonight, and Therese is back! I feel wierd b/c she and I haven't hung out that much this last semester, which is wierd as I'm used to doing more w/ her, and I miss my Thereses. Ah well, can correct that by adjusting the Rocking Out control to the 'more' setting.

I need to mail John about my letter of rec for DI. I hate buracratic stuffs.

I kind of hope Aeon Flux isn't good, I'm not in the mood for a good movie today. Too strenuous. Though speaking of fun, I did find, for a dollar, Escape from New York, which had Ben's name written all over it and which I will give him today. Especially as he and I accidently bought Escape from the Bronx this one time, and why would you even make an off-brand copy of a bad movie? Who financed that? It's not even a sequel, just bizzare.