I really want to make a trippy journal like this.

Dreams.

So my dreams are always really crazy and sometimes really messed up. And usually they are like neverending sagas, going from one dream to the next. The beginning of this week, I had some really scary ones that made me feel really weird and um, scared. But, last night I actually had some funny ones. The funniest ones are always the one that take place at school:

Basically our school was trying something new to promote physical fitness. So on the stairwells they put several obstacle courses during the lunch periods. The first one was a slanted wooden board that you had to climb over. Then the next one was like a rock slide, that you had to maneuver your way through. And, basically all of the larger kids were stuck on them and couldn't get to lunch. How sad, right? I guess it's fitting. But I mean, I feel like my school would think up something ridiculous like that. I seriously would not be surprised. I wasn't shocked at all in my dream, or when I woke up.

Anyway, I have so much stuff to do as far as homework goes. I took a break yesterday after the longest week of my life and decided to push it all today. I hate Biology.

Yes,

That is an adorable sweater on an adorable kitten.

Acceptance & Ambush (& applesauce).

I got accepted to Centre today. I guess that's pretty cool, since I didn't even know they received my recommendation...
2 down....8 to go.

Then Mahlon and Kelsey ambushed my house on their way back from Morehead. We just sat around and let ourselves be amused by the internet. After I had amazing homemade applesauce...and now I'm burying into some Bradbury. The copy they sent me of The Illustrated Man was different than the picture on the site. The edition I got was an a lot cooler hardback edition. I watched the movie on youtube last week sometime when I was still nocturnal, and it was neat too.

Some of our tour group is featured in this.



I also got $10 to order food in French for the camera, only to not be featured in this video. And to also have the camera crew yelled at by a very distraught French restaurant owner who didn't like the camera. He smiled at me though and said I could order whatever I liked and that he was sorry about the camera (despite, you know, being their subject...). Also the painting workshop (which is in my favorite part of Paris, Montmartre) is in this video, which was probably my favorite educational activity we did, and the owners (she was Irish and her friend, he was Venezuelan-American) were oh so cute and sweet, and they had the most adorable fluffy kitty named Lily. Who didn't mind putting her touches on other people's paintings with her tail. I actually had a fairly decent painting that came out of the class. I miss France :(



It's upside down, but oh well.



Look at all their cute colored manes!

Carbon Dating.

So, I'm going into anthropology (possibly archeology? possibly something totally different?) in college, right?
Here's some lines:

• Archeologists are fine, but I only date carbon. (made this one up with Kelsey)
• You fit my culturally defined paradigm of beauty.
• Can I excavate your mounds?
• If you want to get with me you have to be a cunning linguist.
• I like my women like I like my DNA helicase, unzipping my genes.
• (and the oh so clever) Wanna bone?

New Year.



I think it's going to be fine.