February 21, 2003
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I had a terrible nightmare last night. There was this wild boar that was the size of this little piglet and pretty cute, but somehow I knew that it was DEADLY! So deadly! It wanted to kill either my dog Dancha or this cat that I don't have in real life but had in my dream...this orange tabby cat. The only stipulation was that it would go after the animal whose name I called. At first the boar wanted the cat, so I screamed and tried to save it. When I grabbed it, my poor dog got caught behind this little gate I have in my Hawaii house, and the boar smashed into it and started ramming my poor Dancha to death. I could hear my dog screaming and crying and I wanted to save it but if I got the cat close, the boar would bound over the gate and kill both me and the cat. So I ran my room dumped the cat into there and then I ran back and saved my dog. I bounded back into my room and then I set the cat next to the dog. They were both exhausted and I knew the boar was waiting outside. I start nursing my pets back to health but then my sister comes in and sits down on the ground BUT SHE LEAVES THE DOOR OPEN...the cat jumps out of the room and I get soooo mad at my sister for leaving the door open! I scream, "I HATE YOU!" and my dream ends.
I wonder what that means...
Hmm...what has happened lately?
Well, yesterday I woke up at like 9:50 which isn't really that bad, except I had set the appointment for my mandatory advisement at 10:00 AM!!!!! OH MY GOODNESS! I was like some sort of tornado-wild brushing-dressing-monster! And then I ran (rather, power-walked) to BRI104. I was still 7 mins late. I saw Brian outside of Bridge and he told me that my advisor saw him instead of my b/c I was late. But he took me at the 10:15 appt. So all was well.
Daniel Good (my advisor) is like one of the coolest advisors I've ever met. He's funny! AND "SUPER COOL!"
After that I went to my math midterm, which hurt me terribly b/c I was still sick and my head was throbbing and hurting and I couldn't read. It was painful to think about probabilities. But I got a B!
I got an A on my ITP MT! I beat Gabrielli! Mwahahahhahaha! IN YOUR FACE GABRIELLI!!!! Mwa hahahahah! I'M THE ITP MASTER!
And then around 4:30 I met Brian and we went to Tiff's apartment and we just played around with swords and chatted for a while. And then we went to golf...MANDATORY MINIATURE GOLF FOR THE BUSINESS SCHOLARS! WHO THE HELL HAS MANDATORY MINATURE GOLF? WHO?!!!!
But it turned out to be pretty fun. We ate pizza but unfortunately they didn't give us enough. And I had lots and lots of fun harassing Daniel Good. I told this other advisor that my name was Gandolf Foogray (it was also on my name tag) but she didn't believe me at all. So when Daniel Good came to talk to us, I was like..."Hey, can you tell that woman there that my name is GANDALF FOOGRAY?" and he's like, "that woman?" and I'm like, "yeah, HER..." and he goes and puts his arm around her and he's like..."this girl (points to me) forgot to TAKE HER MEDICATION!" NOOOOOOO! Daniel! HOW COULD YOU?!!! BACKSTABBER!
Today was pretty normal. I just went to class and I found out my grades on my MTs and then I met Daniel and Mai at Leavey Library to try and do our damn minitab project but THEY DIDN'T WORK! They didn't work! It hurt me so bad on the inside. So now Mai and I are going to go to the math center tomorrow to work on it on the computers there.
Dinner at Parkside was good today...except JASON WAS 30 MINUTES LATE! YOU KNOW I DIDN'T TELL YOU 7:30! I TOLD YOU 7 BUT WERE JUST LAZY AND SLEPT IN! I KNOW THE TRUTH! I KNOW THE TRUTH!
Well, this weekend is surely going to be fun. Brian and I are going to harass the hell out of Tiffanie at wushu, where I will finally decide whether or not to go, and then we are going to go to venice beach to get our ears pierced. Mwa ha. I'm so excited about that. The rest of the weekend I'm pretty much free...and lonely...won't somebody help lonely lil' me? Waaa! But at least I have my FOB coat, sunglasses, and hair ties...so fuzzy...
**--**foogray**--**
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Hey, why is it that you tell me you hate me after a cat you do not own runs away? That is very sad and mean. On a lighter note, it's funny how you are so accurate about me just randomly entering your room and sitting on your dirty carpet that induces butt rashes.
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