madness!!! [with a wee bit o' garlic]

today i::

further wondered if my mentor is going mad or if i'm just too damned cynical. just because i have the most abstract, ridiculous dreams doesn't discount everyone else's. God can reveal deep truths about the nature of our existence to our subconscience, right? :\ i guess my dreams are just way too humanistic. i am the creator/savior/destroyer in them - reality begins and ends with me. sure, i believe that God communicates to us in our sleep [that state in which we're closest to truly waking] - i've experienced it myself. a particularly nasty storm has made its way into several of my dreams, always the night before a particularly nasty [and unforseen] occurence in real life. always the same conflict, always the same massive funnel cloud. except for the time when velociraptors stormed my school and a baby t-rex ate my math teacher. that was sweet.

realized that i am stupidly impulsive. seriously, man - walking from the parking lot in BFE to work isn't ANY kind of statement. it's dumb. friggin get back in your car and find a better spot [that piece of well-tended lawn near the shrink's looked pretty choice]. please try to remember that the bus doesn't MAKE ROUNDS ON THE WEEKEND. /doh

learned an important lesson - uttering the words "filters" after requesting a pack of regular luckies is expected at the walgreens on 20th. otherwise, you end up with unfiltered toastedness which, while tasty, is quite filterless. /coughs

was asked to read the most hideous love poem never published. a colleague/classmate of mine wished to flex his grammatic muscle and composed a series of couplets to his estranged girlfriend. wow. i like the kid, so i did my best to keep any pained expressions off my face when he asked what i thought. note to everyone:: never ask an english student what they think of your writing unless you have a considerable amount of time to listen, a desire to be criticized [in my case, severely], and really, really thick skin. as i would be forced to work in close proximity to him for the rest of the night, i decided to go easy. very easy.
"well, it's . . ."
"very sappy, isn't it?"
"YES. the meter is fairly irregular and . . . "
"man, i had the perfect meter in my last poem. it's at home."
"uh-huh. i'm not a huge fan of sentimentality in love poems."
/blank stare "did you see the part where i went all yoda-style?"
/sighs "yeah." /grimaces
/smiles "i thought that was pretty cool."
"are you giving this to her?"
"yes."
"i'm sure she'll love it."

/cringes

had the best. brauts. EVAR. griff, i salute your discernment in the realm of all things sausage. num. mercilessly slaughtering everyone [with the exception of nathanael's precious few lucky wins] in halo was great, too.

didn't get enough sleep. again.

/sleeps