honey pie, you are making me frantic
who would think that a very small, fourteen year old dog could produce such repugnant gas? this is almost worse than caitlin's. oh man. and i just don't have the heart to kick her off my lap. that's love, folks.
anyway, i've been having some pretty horrifying dreams lately. last night i had a dream that i was in a tapdancing competition that took place at SUA, but first i had to go to french class... but instead of dolidon or icsman teaching the class, it was o'meara, my college french professor. she was being incredibly mean to me so i went to the bathroom and just sat there for a while. then somehow a group of us ended up at my old house, and, per usual for my dreams, it was in the middle of the zombie uprising. for some reason i decided that everyone should just stay calm, and i would use this big knife to cut off the heads of all the zombies. the first one came in, however, and my plan started to fail, because this talking zombie told me that i would never cut through his bones because he was high on calcium. so try as i did, i just couldn't cut through his neck or even his arm. he actually broke my knife. i woke up as i was frantically searching for another knife, or a gun.
thanksgiving break!!! last night i got skyline with lizzay then bummed around my house and went to bed at 11. i got 12 hours of sleep, and it was wonderful. today i'm going to drag my little brother (and anyone else who wants to go) to see happy feet at 3:30. then tonight is thanksgiving eve get together at casual chinese!