Dude. I went to Staples and bought myself a Logitech Optical mouse tonight, and I just installed it. Man, is it awesome. I've been in denial for quite some time about the fact that my old mouse was broken (the left click button didn't click properly anymore) and so I finally broke down today...I can't believe what a difference it makes. Yay, new mouse.

Again, a busy couple of days. Last night was the town hall debate for the NUSU executive elections, and it was quite the spectacle. It took nearly four hours, and there was definitely a lot of sweat and acrimony in the air. The newspaper was (surprisingly) a very contentious issue, to the point where the moderator refused to allowe any more questions relating to the Hibou, which I thought was a poor decision on his part, because the volume of questions obviously showed one) that people actually cared and two) that the candidates weren't answering the questions. It was occasionally painful to watch, and I'm still not really sure what to think, and i'm cursing myself for not running. I should have run. I probably wouldn't have been elected but I like to tease myself with the illusion of being able to affect (and effect) changes that are desperately needed in our school environment.

My voting choices are pretty clear cut, I think.

Tonight the roommies and I played rummoli; it was probably the first time since...january that all of us have done something together. Rummoli is one of my favourite card games. My mother's family used to play super-competitively when we were little, except for the poker hand, because none of us kids knew how to play poker. I miss playing cards; it was such a big part of my life when I was younger.

My legs are really sore now.

Tomorrow night we're having a pre-Saint Patrick's Day Boondock Saints party. I'm also working for a few hours (I can pay off my new mouse). I have a lot of hours next week because it's March Break for the high schools and lots of people are coming to visit us. It will be five days of madness and chaos. Possibly even anarchy. I'm kind of tired and losing coherence as I write this, so I apologize for spelling mistakes and any sketchiness.

I've a lot of weird dreams lately. In one, Mike was painting on a very large (ie, wall-sized) canvas, and I was trying to help him. He was taking old clothes and covering them in paint, then using those to stamp the big canvas. I was supposed to put the clothes on and roll to make the stamp, but I was wearing dress clothes and I kept getting paint on them, so Mike yelled at me for not helping. Then I woke up and all I could smell for about fifteen minutes was fresh paint.

I remember a dream I had when I was thirteen. We were staying at a campground on Prince Edward Island at the time. I dreamt that I was a ballet dancer, and I met a boy who was a piano player. His name was Eric, and he wrote music for me to dance to. Later in the dream I met a boy named Troy, who was nothing like Eric, and inherently quite wrong for the person I was in the dream, but I still fell for him, and as I recall this ended up causing dream-me all kinds of problems. I don't know why I'm remembering this now, or even bothering to write it all down, but I think the fact that it has stayed with and is quite vivid in my memory (especially the colours) after nine years probably says something about me...

Again, I can only rave about the new mouse. Optical is totally the way to go.

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