Had a dream whose details I don't remember. All I remember was Fëanor & I were in a car going somewhere, & we stopped somewhere where they were showing a DVD of Ben Korman's Telemedia work, & Meghan O'Hare & I were both hoping that "Sparkle Bacon" would be on it. (Though am pretty sure he didn't make that one.) Was wearing sweatpants & knew I looked horrible in them. Sam & Frodo were on their way to Mordor, & it was nighttime & it was raining, & they were in someone's garden, which was right by a porch.

I don't understand people's obsessions with those insanely expensive dolls. No one in life can be that pretty; it's just another thing that's completely unrealistic.

I braided my hair last night, in the vain hope that it would look nice in the morning, but all I had to do was try to brush out one little snag to reveal the fact that my hair only knows one way of being, & that is poofy. I give up. Stupid hair.

Had to write another essay for English, this one about Waterhouse, though probably spent a seemingly inordinant amount of time explaining exactly why he is not a Pre-Raphaelite. I am sick of essays already; it's like that's all we ever do. I haven't learned anything in English especially, & yet this is our second essay. I have that class today. Don't feel like going. Ha, & I dropped a class to take it. Idiot. At least it's another pre-requesite to get out of the way, so then maybe afterwards I can take an interesting class. This is the first time I've ever been really, truly bored by English. But all it is is listening to the awkward professor go on & on. That's really all college is, isn't it? Listening to people talk & taking notes.

In fact, am supposed to be typing up an essay for Anthropology & don't feel like it. This is all so idiotic. I highly doubt that in the "real world" I'm going to have to write essay after essay, & if so, well then, screw them. I'm never getting a desk job anyway.

I just realized last night that Faramir is one of my favorite characters.

I just found the most hilarious signature on DeviantArt: And God was like "Satan! Let's rap battle!" And Satan was like "LET'S DO IT!!"

I forgot to bring Torkio's commission with me so I could mail it. I just realized this a while ago. Damn. So have to remember to bring it tomorrow & send it.

...Towson University disagrees with my stomach. (It's the only explanation I can think of). Ha ha.

Need to go to class. Sorry for yet another worthless post. Unless you found the dream somewhat amusing. Or the God vs. Satan rap battle (tell me that is not priceless). The funny thing is, with the dream, before I fell asleep, remember thinking, I'm in such a Sil mood I better have a dream about it. For once it kind of worked. :p