( I had the most stupidly awesome BSG-related dream last night. )

Also. Probably you are all sick of the lyrics meme since it's been popping up on my f'list nearly every-other-post, but I want to do it too because I am a lemming at heart. ( 25 Random Lyrics Meme )

Also, I found a good new site for accessing iTunes' high-res album artwork: Uneasy Silence. Very useful, especially for those of you with video/color iPods.

I had a very weird dream/nightmare last night. ( Apparently I have a subconscious desire to subvert democracy. )

I went to bed at ten thirty and woke up at four, violently ill. I have really awful dreams. I always have awful dreams around finals time, but these were special. They addressed, in the worst sort of fashion, several of the worst anxieties I have. Public speaking skills, not getting my wisdom teeth pulled, etc. And then, the grades.

And they were incredibly vivid. I dreamt I was taking a class with Andrew Sullivan on American conservatism from the New Deal, onward. And I can tell you test questions. Brooke and Peyton from OTH were both in my class, and on the final, Peyton threatened to turn me in for cheating. Which I wasn't, really. I just ahdn't started the test on time because I was frantically reading my notes. And Andrew Sullivan's tests were awful. And on my student evaluation, he encouraged me to pursue other things.

I dreamt that I made a 79 on my final in Medieval Literature, the one I took last week. And it was by list and the person above me's name was Blaine Wilson, but he looked just like my TA from two semesters ago; the one who hated me and I dropped the class.

And finally, I dreamt that I slept through Legal Studies, and Floridan wouldn't let me take the final. Even though I begged and begged and begged and begged and begged and begged and begged and begged some more. It was ridiculous because I don't ever beg to teachers. I almost never even talk to teachers. Hold over from years at Catholic School, back when I thought teachers were out to get me.

Anyway, I always have finals dreams but these were horrible. Especially the part about Andrew Sullivan.

*shudder* Now my parents are coming over with a care package, so I'm off to shine the floors and put on something presentable and pretend I went to class today. Fuck. I don't deserve my parents.

I just had the strangest, most vivid, most infuriating dream. And I feel that I must share it because it's seldom I wake up and can share my dreams word for word.

So somehow Justin Timberlake ends up on American Idol doing bike tricks. Maybe Tony Hawk is his new best friend or something, right? Anyway, some chick throws a piece of ice at him. (it's outside) and hurts his knee. He's furious- and for some reason I've been a very outspoken militant anti-fan. And he thinks it's me. And so he goes on Hannity and Colmes and they do a whole part of their show interviewing him. And they put up my highschool senior pic and my ID Number and he tells them what a horrible person I am and how I'm so horrendously nasty and how I'm the one who ruined his knee. He might never dance again.

So I see the show, and I'm horrified and ANGRY. I remember saying... "How dare they!" And I remember saying all sorts of angry things about how ANGRY I was. So, I go on Sean Hannity's show because I get a chance to defend my besmirched reputation and I PROVE that I have not ever been to an American Idol concert, nor did I buy tickets. It was *really* strange but it felt really real- because I was so pissed off.

Anyway, the funny part is I SPECIFICALLY remember getting on my Live Journal and ranting about it. I mean, it felt so real! *shudder* Argh. I hate dreaming. I always wake up feeling as if I've never slept at all.

Caught Matrix the Third this afternoon on our housing channel. (free! yay!) So completely unimpressed it's not even funny. Why'd they keep truckin' after the first one, again? The first one has closure in that hopeful way that's so fashionable right now. Give them the *MAYBE* happy ending, right?