Dream Walkin'

I believe this is why I want to minor in Psychology. I don't have dreams often. And when I do dream, there's maybe a 10% chance that I'll even remember it. Of those 90% that I don't remember, maybe 25% will come back in some form of deja vu during my waking hours. When they will occur are so sporadic that I can never know when--it may be a week from now, it may be a whole year later. All I know is that I suddenly feel like I've done this before, and am about two seconds ahead of what is only happening until now.

Then there are the dreams that are so messed up that will never happen. Those are called 'normal' dreams. Yet I have to wonder why I had that sort of dream in the first place. Such as, last night. I don't remember what venue I was at, but it was some public event, like maybe a sport or a party or something to that effect. And two things stick in my mind.

1) I had made a friend. She was a nice friend, maybe only 12 or 14 so she was younger, but she was fun to play with. In the rafters above the whole party thing she had this hidden playroom, it was really kind of cool to any kid (and because I'm a kid at heart, I thoroughly enjoyed it). I remember in order to get up there she had to pop open this little door in the corner of the building that opened to an elevator of sorts that took you up to the room. Then to get down, you had to take a slide in another corner. It was very red up there, not pink. But it was a bright happy red, which went pretty well with the rest of the rustic brown the building was. Kinda cool, really.

2) Tony Stewart was in my dream. Now he is a NASCAR driver, and I am a NASCAR fan, yet I have no idea why I would have a dream with him in it. Maybe I subconsciously remember that the Daytona 500 is coming up on Valentine's Day, or maybe I unconsciously remember that this weekend is the Rolex 24 Hours @ Daytona (which he's driven in before). No clue whatsoever. But the fucked up part was that in my dream, we were pretty much dating. But at the same time we weren't. Sort of like this was a total fling.

*Shudder*

Had we been in a room all alone, I'm afraid we would've totally gotten it on.

*Double Shudder*

Not that he's bad to look at, or that I hate his guts....but I can't figure out what would've sparked that dream, with HIM of all famous people. That was just messed up.

Then I woke up and realized that I was sleeping in all Earnhardt clothing. Again, why Tony Stewart of all people?! Sigh.

I've had some pretty strange dreams in the past, too. One was of my crushes of all crushes, my Rafael. In the dream we were having a total affair...a legit one, because in my dream he was married. /facepalm. He was confused, he ended up walking out of the mysterious dream room we were standing in to think about things...I like to believe that because he was thinking, it meant he actually liked me. Exciting thought for my little crush-mind, just screwed up for a dream.

There was a second dream not long ago I had that was very strange, too....but it comes and goes in my memory, and it's escaped me at the moment. Maybe I'll remember it later.

Strange that in my dreams, I'm such a slut. :/

Today's a Good Day

Besides the fact that the wind is so cold today that my face went numb in just a few seconds, today has been really good!

• We had a workshop in Creative Writing. Our group of kids were so cool, really laid back, and were let out early. A half hour of classes with extra time to spend in the honors lounge, sweet!
• My only other class of the day, Ideas in History, was canceled, also. So, I had a total of 30 minutes spent in class today. Doubly sweet!
• I redefined the initials FTS. Known as 'fuck that shit' to the rest of the interwebs, I have redefined it to mean 'for the sex.' I love Subs for coining this new FTS! :3
• Thanks to Sub, I was inspired to whip up a super quick signature for jazz-hands. I know I could've done better, but I think the simpler, the better in this case. I think it was a success for what short time I spent on it, and from using GIMP. And yay for The Big Bang Theory!
• Miranda's having a MOW party later tonight, too. Gotta love her MOW parties, ahhh....

So all in all, today hasn't been bad at all. Granted it's cold as fuck, but that's all right, I didn't have to spend nearly as much time outside.

I Hate My Life.

I think this is time for me to curl up in the fetal position and brace myself for the ending of this game. I want to believe so hard that the Vikings can win, but the Saints are near the 20 yard line...

Vikings, please win. For my sanity, and yours.

I will curl in a ball now and hide.

Edit: I officially hate my life.

Cops Have Magic.

The first weekend that I spend here on campus, and it's been crazy.

I started off the day by going to Sioux Falls with Jean to do some shopping. First was Barnes & Noble, which was pretty fun. I didn't get any books, Jean got three. However I saw a Cyanide & Happiness book there, so I was happy!

Next we went to UnoZoni, which was fabulous as usual. We split a super meat pizza & strawberry dessert pizza, which Jean approved of . Sweeeeeet. Afterwards, we went to Last Stop CD Shop, bought a couple books for myself, and Jean got a crapton more. I'm learning she has impulsive book-buying habits--I'm the complete opposite.

Then it was a trip to Walmart, lots of walking around trying to find some adhesive hooks. Didn't happen, so we went to Lewis instead. Of course, they had hooks and were easy to find. I officially believe that Walmart is not the way to go; the local drugstore is.

Then we came back and I joined Sam to make some cookies and watch a couple movies. Crapton of cookies made, one movie completed, and just as we finished: Sam was locked out of her room. Which was where my ID, keys, and phone were all residing. Perrrrfect.

So after Sam tried the spare key, the master key, and finally had a cop come up to try and unlock it, we finally got it to open. Or, shall I say, the cop unlocked it. It was funny, because Sam asked how he did it, and all he said was, "Magic." YESSS!

Tomorrow I will most likely end up watching the NFL championship games tomorrow. I think Jordan has to work during the Vikings/Saints game, but no matter. She won't have to see the Vikings win. Again. >:D

At least I hope that's what happens. But anyways, off to play more Nancy Drew and/or study Psych.

Team Coco!

Bah, it feels like I only get around to blogging about every other week by now...however, I've been busy. Particularly today. Rather than getting to sleep in until 11, I had to get up before 9am to take a grammar test. If I get 70% or higher, I get instant credit for ENGL 203 (requirement for pre CMJ majors). So today was the last day I could take it...and the secretary wasn't there, because of the ice storm. Ahh great.

I had a stroke of brilliance though, and I came back to the Neuharth Center after creative writing. I saw Mr. Baldwin talking with Chuck Lubbers in the hallway, so I thought, "Hey, he's a brilliant person to ask!" So I did. Yay, Lubbers was giving the test today, and he extended the hours till after 3, so I could come in and take it after Ideas in History!

So I did that. Trip #3 of the day to the Neuharth Center. And I always end up on the other side of campus--never by the Center anymore. Ugh.

Now it's a wait to see how I did on the test. He said he would email me the results tonight, but I think he got busy, so I'm being patient. I don't mind, I'm scared shitless that I did horribly on it anyway.

Trip #4 to the Neuharth building was for the Volante meeting. Props for the tons of pizza, and the meeting went well as usual. I think my next article will be on the Leno/Conan fiasco.

Aha, I almost want to say that deserves its own blog post, but it's a big topic and I've got reading I should do. Long story short, LENO NEEDS TO GO. Why doesn't NBC see that? Yes, Leno's been a boon to their late night schedule, but so has Conan. He's been on there one year less that Leno--that's still 16 damn years. He's no less important than Leno. What they need to realize is that Leno's reached his peak. Now, they're just trying to milk the last remaining dime they can get out of him, and moving him back to The Tonight Show is losing money. Conan O'Brien is a fresh dose of entertainment for NBC.

Ratings get you nowhere. A reputation does. NBC's building a bad reputation now, one that means the audience cannot trust anything NBC says it will do. It certainly hasn't been keeping to its promise that Conan would have time to adjust to the show. Conan invested so much, and now this is how the network is treating him. I'm glad for those who have stood up for Conan, he needs all the support he can get.

Let's Start 2010 With a Bang

This link is interesting. --> http://www.scientificblogging.com/science_amp_supermodels/would_female_orgasms_kill_men

This link is a lie. -->http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/science/article6973971.ece#cid=OTC-RSS&attr=797093

I don't know where to begin. I mean honestly, they needed to study this? Granted, this posed a very interesting study, but come on. It's the British. 1800 women can be a lot of women, but all of them were British. What if Americans have better sex than the British, or what about Australians? Australians might've been originally British way back when, but they're a lot more lax nowadays...or so I've heard.

Secondly, we're dealing with identical and non-identical twins. Great, you made there was no correlation for twins. However, break the numbers down: 1800 women, all of them with twins--that makes 900 households. After some digging, I found out there were over 24 million households in Great Britian, nearly 21 million of them in England (year 2001). It really makes 900 seem pretty small. And of those 900, the women spanned the ages of 23 to 83. Math says this averages to be about 15 people per year of age. 15 is a.....nice number, I guess. But when trying to gauge how many women have a G-spot, it's questionable. Maybe if this is the estimate for British women. But I say it's vague enough that we can exclude a large portion of the world. Or maybe I like denial, who knows? :P

One part really struck me, however.

Andrea Burri, who led the research, said she was anxious to remove feelings of “inadequacy or underachievement” that might affect women who feared they lacked a G-spot.

Really? Feeling inadequate for not having a G-spot? I would say that's pushing it. The G-spot is that spot you stumble across accidentally when you're trying a new position. Now having an orgasm, I can see where women would feel inadequate for not having orgasms. This sort of situation, though, just says that your man is pushing a little deeper than usual...just sayin'.

With this sort of study, a major variable is in fact the partner, too. Sure, let's use the same guy for all of these tests--sounds nice, but when there are 83 year old women involved...doesn't sound as awesome. However, the alternative is most likely trying to induce an orgasm scientifically, which would be pretty difficult to find romantic, and thus even having an orgasm would be quite a feat. And it's not really the man's fault, either.

All in all, men can try to make sex more interesting, but it's not their responsibility to search out and locate a woman's G-spot. Sex is not a chore. We appreciate the effort, but if you're a guy who cares, let us give a little, too. At least that's just me. Too much to explain there.

Bottom line: British women don't have G-spots. The rest of the world, debatable.