first things first.

i dreamt a really funny dream. before i forget.

we were at a friend's house in the mountains. it was snowy, and we were just hanging out with the x-men (yeah. halle berry, famke janssen, hugh jackman, word.) when andrew (alphagamma) arrived in his burnt orange WRX STI. (burnt orange? beats me. it looked pretty cool though.) for some odd reason, x-men were called out, an alarm went off, and all of them went out. andrew decided to go with them, see if he could help any at all. that left me, andrew chang, and for some very odd reason, jeff woo in the house.

finally andrew chang couldn't take it anymore and said he was going to go find them in his accord. since my car was being blocked by the x-men's blackbird jet, i grabbed andrew's keys to the STI. In my head, I was repeating, "I can't crash this thing. I can't crash this thing." we took off, and the road was super slick and super slushy, so andrew's accord was sliding all over the place. i wasn't as much, but i was trying to keep the car from crashing into other cars. stick isn't really easy in my dreams, seeing as how i don't know how to drive stick.

we get there, and the x-men are locked in mortal battle with magneto, which is kind of interesting because wolverine was lying on the ground knocked out, and magneto had this handgrip lock on storm's neck. cannonballs being controlled by magneto were flying everywhere, and one made a straight beeline for alphagamma's STI. of course i freaked out, but the cannonball only hit the tire or something, and only the tire was ripped apart. the rim, the body was okay, but still, i was thinking, "oh shit."

i grab magneto's arm when storm was just about to unleash a crapload of electricity into him, but instead of dying from millions of volts, i kind of took it all in. magneto just said, "another day, storm." and then levitated off.

storm flew off after him, and i was stuck with a broken tire on alphagamma's STI. so I set out on trying to change the tire, hoping that the STI had a full spare in the back so that alphagamma would possibly have no idea what happened. andrew chang in his accord, and jeff woo in his WRX pull up next to me and help me try to change the tire. we were able to find out where the tire was: it wasn't inside the car, it was UNDERNEATH. Of course at that moment I woke up. End dream 1.

Begin dream 2.

Mike, Albert and I were living in an apartment that was 4 or 5 floors up. We were all doing homework when Mike said for Albert to move his stuff into Mike's room. Of course that threw me for a loop, but we moved it all, and after we got situated, Mike got a phone call. As soon as he hung up, Mike said to move everything back because Mike's new roommate was coming in and that Albert needed to get out. Of course I was like, "What The Fuck, man." The new guy came in and had on an "Invent America - 1961" Shirt. Of course it didn't click that if this guy was rooming with Mike and he had a 1961 Invent America shirt, he would actually be really old. Anyway, that dream ended in a hurry because I heard some pretty nice music, only to wake up and realize it was Mike actually playing with his polyphonic ring tones.



Now, real life.

On Friday and Saturday Night @ Midnight, I have to do a group project for Urban Studies involving the community of people who dress up as people from "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" and watch the movie at odd hours of the night. I have no idea what that entails, but i heard that people cross dress. (Hey, I was all for investigating the community of strippers in San Diego, but I have 2 girls and 3 guys in the group including me, and one of the guys is boyfriend to one of the girls, and both girls were like "Rocky Horror" which also finalized it for the 3rd Guy, so it was 3 to 2. Oh well.

Guh. I feel so sleepy even though I had a full 8-9 hours of sleep. That's annoying.