Weird dreams, Lab

So I went to Chem Lab as Fluorine last night, and Prof Welch took a picture of me with the lab staff and then said something like 'Looks like the next cover for the lab manual!' and I realized then that I was dressed as Fluorine with lab goggles up on my head (so they were kind of sassy) and holding a spatula. And this moment was captured forever, and was perhaps going to be on the next lab manual. I am a Chemistry pin-up girl.

My coolness? Dead. Haha! It's over, I can't pretend anymore that I might actually be a chic normal person. I don't mind much, but wow. Wow. Hahaha.

Had two weird dreams last night. In one, we were at war with Japan in the present era, and Andrew got drafted. So I was bringing him bullets that I had, and they were both packs of bullets when I picked them up, but when I gave them to him, one of them was a pack of phillips-head screwdriver tips. Like for a drill. The other one was bullets, but they were blue and white striped. He looked confused about the screwdriver heads, but I told him he could probably shoot them like bullets anyway. There was more, but I forgot it.

In the other, I was taking a skydiving class. Dana was in it, and she was leaving Knox in a week, so she wasn't taking the class very seriously. The guy who was teaching the class (who looked kind of like my Jazz combo leader) assumed she was an oblivious idiot and acted like it. And I got madder and madder that no-one was doing anything about it, and then I stood up and ripped into him about it and stalked out to drop the class. And from behind me, I could hear her following up with the yelling. It made me happy, because a lot of the time I just seethe, so it's nice to know that I'm capable of righteous outbursts too. At least in my dreams anyway.

The skydving class was kind of intricate. I remember what all was on the board, I think my brain invented skydiving theory so I could have this dream.

I want to sleep so bad.

Oh my god, sleep.

Maybe I'm just hungry, but...

I feel like when you flip open your phone and scroll down the caller list and can only find one person you want to talk to for any length of time on it, and they're not home, that's sort of ridiculous. I think I'll still go out to coffee. Maybe I'll take my lab graphs. Also, things have been exploding outside with semi regularity. What are they? Who knows.

...I hate how God sorts men into two categories: "Okay, this one you could fall in love with. This one you will lust after. And this one you'll lust after, and this one you could fall in love with."

But wait, God, what about both? "Okay, fine. This one you can lust after and maybe fall in love with."

Thanks! "But actually, you can't have him."

Je vis dans une maison de verre
A moitié rempli de ton eau
Sans s'arrêter le niveau monte

On a parcouru les chemins
On a tenu la distance
Et je te hais de tout mon corps
Mais je t'adore
On a parcouru les chemins
On a souffert en silence
Et je te hais de tout mon corps
Mais je t'adore encore