I really wish that I knew more of XTC (the band, not the illicit substance). I'm really only familiar with their 'oranges and lemons' album and I love them a lot from it. I need more XTC. Hurray for Peter Pumpkinhead.

I had the oddest dream last night. Kori, Benjamin and I were hanging out on a street corner in what was presumably downtown Toronto and we met up with Judith and her friend Dawn for a bit. Judith had dyed her hair neon pink and it looked pretty cool. Then they disappeared, and this guy came along with a bulky briefcase that could only have been a bomb. He put it inside the bus shelter because the Who (the band, not the 'horton hears a') would becoming along on their tour bus shortly and he wanted to blow them up. It was an integral part of some kind of master plan. Instead of running away, we hid in these cellar-like holes in the ground and ended up getting kidnapped for our troubles, but the kidnappers brought us to my house back home where my family was. I figured out a way to use our computer to record their conversations with us as incriminating evidence, and I had to outwit the head kidnapper who was more or less the second coming of Bill Gates. But I did it, and I think I saved the day.

Today has been a largely stupid day. I wrote a psych test this morning at 8:30, which I think went okay. It would have been easy if I'd actually had the time to put effort into studying for it. I think I still did okay, and my mark will still probably be about 73-74%. I hope. I came home after writing the test intending to have a wee nap and then work on finishing my English essay. I came home and slept for five and a half hours, at which point Missy called to ask me some layout-related questions for the paper. Dammit. So essentially, I've accomplished very little.

I'm stupid busy for the next week, too--Judith is coming up tomorrow, I have to train the person who's taking over my job at the paper on Saturday as well as putting together a 12-page paper, Shakespeare and History essays are to be handed in on Monday, critical evaluation of a classmate is due on Wednesday in creative writing, the staff party for the paper is Wednesday night, and my psych essay is due thursday. I'm supposed to go home for EAster weekend, and then my Brit Lit essay is due on that Tuesday. So essentially I'm screwed. A lot of screwed.

I wish I had more exciting things to report but sadly I don't. I suck.

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