The alligators are coming... 2004-08-30 - 9:06 p.m.
I had a dream last night in which I was back outside my house in Craptown, and all these giant alligators were trying to eat me. I ran inside, and sat down on the floor in the kitchen and started shaking. My dad was on the phone with some senator who was trying to offer him a job, but he said "I can't accept this, my daughter is not mentally well right now". Then there was a loud crack of thunder and I started screaming. The end.
Monday is almost over. That's all I have to say about that.
Do you know what? It's almost football season in Gradschoolville. Oh joy, oh rapture. My goal for the season is to attend one game completely trashed. You know what they say, when in Gradschoolville, do as the Gradschoolvillians. :)
I have this feeling that there's something I should be doing right now. I still have not filled out the form to register for "special topics in performance". I've gathered that anything by the name of "special topics" is not something you should be too excited about registering for. Blargh. And I know exactly what my "special topic" is too. I've got all kinds of flute etudes written, I just really don't want to enter them all into Finale. I really really hate Finale. And I don't even know how to use it! Hahahahahaha.
I had delicious, delicious pierogies for dinner. The fact that one can find pierogies in the grocery store in Gradschoolville is definitely cause for celebration. Woo.