Here we go again.

I was sitting in a EnvE class talking to chill chick with a nose ring when the hot guy that normally hangs out with the EnvE "popular bitches" sat next to her and started holding her hand. I wanted to scream "You go Glenn Coco!"

Complex Problems

From my "Engineering Economic Analysis" textbook:

"The selection of a girlfriend or a boyfriend (who may later become a spouse) is obviously complex. Economic analysis can be of little or no help."

Meltdown pending

Maybe I should have gone name brand?

Alright guys, so I took some Equate Nighttime Cold & Flu shit last night. Here is my dream (in an incoherent, incohesive, non sequitur, non narrative fashion, of course, because that is always how i dream. i don't know):

Kelsey wants to take acid. I'm like, me too. But I'm scared I'm gonna have a bad trip wah wah wah. But finally I'm like okay. I'm gonna do it. But we gotta plan what we're gonna do after we take it! What if I freak out! I can definitely see myself freaking out! Okay. So we end up taking it. And to give you a little picture of where we are, it's bears some weird semblance to our middle school upstairs hallway, the one with Bozeman and Branhuber and Kelsey's mom, etc, just a little narrower and smaller in general. So me and Kelsey are sitting in one of the classrooms on the floor and it's like that weird after school time when all the teachers become real people and only a few kids are left, like the ones with teacher parents or the ones who are in trouble or the ones who are super involved in after school activities. We have this little capful of liquid, like the caps on the top of liquid medicine that you take your Nyquil out of, and we're smoking it. Like holding a lighter underneath it and just sucking in any smoke that comes out. How this is scientifically possible, I am not sure. Again, welcome to my dream world. And this is supposed to be acid. Some teacher across the hall sees us and I'm all KELSEY! Shouldn't we do this somewhere else!? And she's all, nah, it's cool. The teacher comes over and talks to us about pot or something and how she used to do stuff like that when she was young.

So switch scenes. We smoked it and I decide I'm going to sit in Lea's car for a while, because it's outside the school. She was with someone else, maybe Shanna, and she's like yeah dude, you can sit in my car. And I'm all freaked out because people have been breaking into houses and shooting people and stealing their stuff. (I think that notion came from a scene in Contagion, which I watched last night) Anyway, I sit in Lea's car.

Switch scenes. I go back upstairs to Kelsey sitting in what I guess is supposed to be her mom's classroom at Parrott. She's just sitting at the desk working on the computer. I'm all, so? Are you tripping balls or what? She's like, dude it doesn't do anything for two hours. I'm all, okay...

Switch scenes. I'm with Cari and Shanna and they're all, we wanna go shopping. So now we're in Wal-Mart. (why do dreams never involve transitions? It's just scene to scene to scene.) We're walking around and I guess I'm just tripping balls and like man I can't be here. Then they're like we wanna go somewhere else and keep shopping. I'm like, alright, I'm out.

Switch scenes. We're all in this movie theater and Shanna's like, I'm going to see Ninja Turtles by myself, see you guys. And then the rest of us go in to like this scary movie or something.

And those are pretty much the main parts. There were some other weird bits and pieces but they're too weird I can't even figure out how to put words to them. But then again, that's pretty typical.

Christina