Odd...

As if sithjawa's experience with knowing-stuff-in-dreams were an inspiration to me, I had an almost-entirely text-based dream last night. Only, instead of text that I read, or my internal narrator going along the words as if I were reading them, I just knew the text-only information.

When I read, I see the physical words, I hear them read inside my head, and I know the meaning. For this, I was missing the see/hear part, and was just left with the 'know' when the text was uploaded to me throughout my dream.

It was fuckin' strange.

It was also a Harry Potter fanfic adventure from the universe of Paradigm of Uncertainty. Which tells you what I've been reading lately.

Interesting...

I lost three pounds, or more, since the last time I checked.

273 this morning.

Things to do...

Tonight, I have an English test, and also the revision of a memo to something far better. (The textbook contains the memo of suckage, and I must un-suck it.)

For tomorrow, I must write a web page (just a small one), do a take-home quiz, read a chapter in the Management text, and then tomorrow night, I have a presentation to give part of.

Make no mistake:

I'd rather be called out on a bad move and react than have made the bad move and not let it get caught.

Control Freak

Y'know what? I can and will put up with the rest of my group doing things ways other than what I might have envisioned.

And I will be cool with it.

I will not flame them.

No.

school babble

My Systems analysis group meets before class tomorrow, to put things together in a final fashion. Whoo. I will be prepared.

...And I had better figure out how I can move the drive from Red back to Tigereye, because doesn't it just figure, this tri I'm actually *using* the zip disk...

Big breasts are a pain.

For everyone who would like to deny this possibility, I would like to gift them with breasts three cup sizes larger than their dreamed-of largest breast size.

Have I invited a monster?

That Tolkien geek from the lab, the nice one, evidently is a neighbor of mine.

Watch wackiness ensue. He's reading my journal as I type this.