R-Patts In My Dreams and I Didn't Vomit?

So I had a number of crazy dreams last night, the most memorable of which involved a certain actor in a certain vampire teen romance series. First of all, get your mind out of the gutter, it wasn't that kind of dream (I would have vomitted for sure then) but still a rather odd one. It seemed R-P was a good friend of my brother's, and I was meeting him for the first time. It was me, Catey, Alyssa W, Jarid, and a friend of his that I don't know all in a room that sort of looked like my dorm room but we were all in Manitowoc so that doesn't make any sense (but this is a dream after all...) Anyway, so R-P comes in and we're all talking, and apparently Catey and Alyssa W already knew him and had met him before and they were friends with him too, so I was the only one who didn't know him, lol.

So, then we all wen to MacDonald's in Manitowoc and hung out. I sat next to R-P and I have to admit my dream persona thought he was pretty darn cool. We didn't talk about his career or anything, just whatever we usually talk about (which is weird considering we seem to talk an awful lot about Harry Potter, lol) and he said that we were all pretty cool at one point. This is where the dream gets fuzzy for me. Suddenly my whole family complete with distant relatives shows up and we have to go walk somewhere and drop something off before walking back across town to go to Time Out. All of the non-Lees left except for R-P, who walked next to me through the whole thing. It was weird, because my whole family was fighting about the fastest way to walk from somewhere around the Hospital uptown towards our house and Time Out and R-P just kept hanging out with me and we kept talking. Eventually he and Jarid left to go drink or something, lol, I'm not sure why they just didn't come to TO with the rest of the family but whatever. I woke up somewhere around here, and had another strange dream when I went back to sleep, but I can't really remember that one so I shan't recount it.

Right, so this weekend I had two close brushes with death, both due to extreme cases of boredom. The first one occurred on Saturday when Aaron had to work from two till eight. We ate lunch at noon and played some Smash Brothers before he had to go. So then I picked out classes and then had about three hours to laze around and go crazy . . . and yeah, I was basically dying until he finally got done (not before earning himself a poop!) and ate and watched some movies. (So far he and I have watched Muppet Treasure Island, The Goonies, Elf, and half of the Producers, which we have to finish sometime). The second severe case of boredom occured at work yesterday when my shift was from 11:00 till 4:00. It was so boring. I only checked two people out and only two people had questions to ask me. What made the whole thing untolerable was that I couldn't connect to the internet for whatever reason (seriously, what the heck? I've done it before at work!) so I basically just played solitaire on my laptop and occasionally drew on MS Paint. Towards the end of my shift I remembered that I had Maya's PDF on my laptop and had to stiffle my laughter whilst reading Amazing Bouncing Rat. It was too little, too late though, and couldn't make up for the four and a half hours I spent sucking at solitaire. I suppose I could have grabbed a magazine (you know, since I work in the periodicals department and all) but I just didn't feel like it. It would have been a perfect oppurtunity to look at the Ladies' Home Journals from 1911 till the mid '30s that we have behind the desk but...eh...as much as I would have liked to I didn't, for whatever reason. I hate it when that happens. Too bored to make yourself un-bored. Oh well.

Sigh, I wish I could have gone to Madison, but I had to work on Sunday and I had to get some classes picked out because I have my advising tomorrow. Also, I wasn't really in a party mood ( I blame my period!) though it turns out that all they did in Madison was eat food, lol. Oh well, I survived, in any case, and Thanksgiving is fast approaching! That means good food, a chance to go to MC and get a really awesomely good caramel macchiatto, hang out with the whole gang, and go out to a birthday dinner with my family. Twill be much fun, I hope.

Oh, I should pose this question, are we going to watch Glee and then go to Perkins this Wednesday as per usual? It does seem to be a tradition now :P Oh, poop, that made me hungry! And I don't get to eat until two and all my bowls are dirty! Ah!

Well, I'll leave you on that distressing note. Wow, it's almost time for Spanish! When did that happen? I suppose this was a bit longer than I had first supposed it to be. . .

Bye!