it's official

I'm hooked.

I just got done grading political studies responses and it's 2am. I haven't been up this late doing anything in a while. Except when we were on the roof. But that's another story. For later. Like when I'm not longer a student here.

Anyway, I'm wiped. (I know, I'm a wuss. I've heard everyone else's 5am stories.)

But yet, I have this insatiable (sp?) desire to see if anyone has commented on my newly founded blog.

Oh, joy!! People have.

So that makes me want to investigate other people's blogs.....

And I only get more tired, but it's so intriguing!

I'm going to bed. Now. Before I read another entry on anyone's blog.

Except I'm dying to read about how Horlings is doing...

Dreams

So I had a really strange dream last night.

I dreamt that I was afraid of and running away from someone I used to trust. In my dream, I ran to my dad.

In the same dream (you know how dreams are really disjointed by they seem normal at the time?), I was living in some government-subsidized housing with two teenaged single mothers. All I remember is that our bathroom was dirty and one of my roommate/moms had one pink puffy coat.

What does that mean?

Do dreams mean anything?

My roommate Ann told me that when she came to bed (around 5:30am, poor busy girl!!), I was tossing and turning in bed, and she thought I was awake.

Nope. Just dreaming.

so I finally succumbed to the big bad blog.

I did it at last. After receiving so many notices that everyone I know has started a blog, I decided to follow suit. I'm new at this, but I'll try not to be all forcefully philosophical...

Before I go on, I need to give credit where credit is due. My dear friend Ann gave me the title for my blog, while furiously working away at her editing job for the Diamond. Thank you, Ann, my almost-English major roomie!

I don't have anything else especially significant to say right now, so I think I'll just stop.

Goodnight.