varying degrees of light

-That's Mitch Hedberg up there in triumph. OK, for those of you who don't know him you should, because I just spent fourteen minutes reading his quotes online and giggling.

-I'm partially giggling because I've been dizzy all day and, also, I'm tired. But mostly because of Mitch.

-Tomorrow... today, I learn to bake. That will definitely add to my eligibility points and my mum will be one small step closer towards grandkids. She is dreaming. Sorry ladies.

-Been watching a lot of films lately, which is a joy of irresponsible magnitude, but I've found that it is VERY difficult to craft an ending to a film. The third and final act and all that.

-Junebug. Amazing, amazing performances.

-The Royal Tenenbaums. I sing along and laugh/cry the whole time through.

-What's Eating Gilbert Grape. Such good writing.

-I lost my lens cap. Frick. And it wasn't at the info. desk lost and found, but the girl was helpful and not annoyed at all, though I imagine it was nearing the end of her shift. Also, she knew my name and I'm pretty sure we didn't shake hands, but I was rubbing my eyes earlier and my hand smelled like girl. OK, that sounds like a creepy thing to notice and blog about, but it's so completely true and Oh Man What a Distraction to my Evening Reads. Friggin' hand with girl smell on it.

-There's a lot of lady mentioning in this post...

-A bunch of athletic-looking kids had a grill party behind Covenant earlier. They drove their truck up the curb and wore cowboy hats and looked like they had a good time.

-Does anyone have a swivel chair they want to get rid of? And/or a soft bench?

-OK OK. This is a good one though. There was one part of my dream last night where my dream girlfriend, well the first one (there were TWO OF THEM! No, they were not anybody that I know in awake world. I swear.) anyway, dream girlfriend number one and I are being chased by some huge, thick-necked, unitard-sporting character... maybe her crazy old brother... but dream girlfriend number one was already like twenty-seven (this, we discussed earlier on and it was a super witty and flirty conversation... yeah, I'm pretty good at that when I'm asleep). Anyway, he's chasing us and all of a sudden, I man up and hold my ground and let him break through me all Hulk-style while dream girlfriend number one gets away. Basically, I took a charge from freaking Alan Kloosterhoff (Happy Birthday, buddy!) I remember this actually hurting me, but - this is the coolest part - like a video game, I was a awarded +5 CHIVALRY POINTS. There I lay, broken and bloody on the floor with a footprint on my face and in colorful, bold text above me shines +5 CHIVALRY POINTS! No, you don't get it. Completely worth it. Supposedly, that defeats Unitard Man because that's all I remember of him and... well, how cool is that? So, you know, expect me to award myself Chivalry Points... ladies.

-Oh hey, Lise. Helping you down the ledge after the tree house earlier today? CHIVALRY POINTS!

-Some of the reading tonight was from the Freakonomics book about incentives and crunching the numbers to basically catch cheating teachers and sumo wrestlers and office workers. It was actually very gloomy and depressing; being able to depend on society to give in to their greed and to corrupt is one of the worst things to dwell on. BUT! Paul Feldman, Socrates and Adam Smith argue that 87% of the time, society resists evil.

-Dream girlfriend number two was more my age, and she was awesome... why did I get two awesome dream girlfriends last night? It's such a stark and insulting contrast to my awake situation. Which is zero. Strange... because dream girlfriend number one and I didn't have any falling out.

-It's fun to see how many places on campus you can screen films on. How many projector-equipped rooms you can access.

-Matty says I have it bad for Norah Jones. What Matty says is right. Correctamundo.

-It should be stated here, in writing, that I feel like a total Unitard for not knowing the info. desk girl's name. Not because she distracted me with girl smell, and it's not like I even think I'm supposed to know who she is... like we've spoken before, but well come on, she was really helpful and courteous. After watching a film like What's Eating Gilbert Grape, it was really nice to speak with someone so composed and genuinely willing to help.

-Dear high school Alvin... remember when someone jokingly called those girls lesbians and they got ultra-pissed? Dude, you can call girls lesbians in college and they'll giggle and agree and brag about it. It's... its'... I don't even know how to describe it. Enjoy the prom, ya nerd.