So I said, "Oh I didn't know that" -Bob Dylan

I am at breakfast in the dining hall. I got here before 8:15 for the hot breakfast, which I told Andy Jasmin was impossible to do. I did not end up eating any of the hot breakfast items, though, and made an egg and a waffle myself. The waffle was delicious.

I woke up at 7:30 even though my alarm didn't go off since I went to bed early last night. I felt like staying awake would unnecessarily draw out a crappy night. I think the birth control I've been taking is making me really emotional (minus good emotions), and I got in a fight with Nate. Right when I finished typing the E in Nate, I got a good morning text message from him! I feel bad about how my constant pill-induced PMS is affecting our relationship. He is doing things that strain our relationship too, though.

If anyone is reading this entry, I am about to describe last night's dreams in detail, so you might want to stop reading now. It will be boring. Unless you're Nate (the only person likely to read this), in which case you should be interested in everything I have to say ever.

While I was sleeping, I dreamt that I was looking out the window of my house (which was much bigger than usual) and I saw what looked like an army running toward the house from the woods. The army men turned out to be mobsters and they broke into the house. My family and I spent a lot of time trying to sneak out, but were gathered into the kitchen, where I began making the mobsters a salad. I had a big bowl and was picking things out of leftovers in the fridge. There were a bunch of full red peppers and unpackaged slices of green peppers, which were turning brown on the edges. I took out the green pepper slices, in order to clean up the fridge, and intended to cut off the browning edges, but my mom threw them in the salad, along with an entire, uncut thing of celery. She added dressing, and I was concerned about how sloppily she was making the sald. I took out the celery and cut out a large root from it, and cut it apart. I didn't get around to cutting off the sides of the green peppers, and then one of the mobsters pressed himself against me (front to front) and I tried to act nice and sexy to get him to let me and my family go free, which bothered my dad who was right there, but he understood and didn't really protest. Then another gang came to the house and began fighting the first one. That ended with the first gang boss pushing the other gang boss into the front door of the house, while my family and I were on the front lawn. Inside the house was hellishly red and flamy-looking and it was packed with members of the second gang, and I knew it was a gas chamber and they were all about to die. Then everything turned into me and Nate watching a TV in a living room, and I knew that everything that had just happened was actually the movie Requiem for a Dream (which I have never really seen) and an animated picture of the first mob boss giving a thumbs up came on the screen with the words, "The Purpose of Life Is to Be the President of Everything. Think about it!" Although I had been terrified throughout the rest of the dream, I turned to Nate and told him I thought it was a good movie.

I had another dream that Nate was in my room at school even though it wasn't open dorms and he kept talking loudly, so I kept telling him to whisper, so I wouldn't get in trouble, but he completely disregarded me for a while, and then told me to stop telling him that. It kind of reminded me of when I tell him to stop doing something, and he doesn't listen, so I raise my voice, and he acts like I'm being rude for raising my voice (if his parents are in the house). Then, in the dream, we were doing a goofy photo-shoot in the hall for some reason, and the girl that lives next door, Ashley, came over and asked what we were doing. We told her and she acted weirded out, but didn't mention that Nate shouldn't be in the building. I realized after she left that she wasn't concerned about me breaking the open dorms rules, and I felt relieved. Then my RA, Jenna, came over and asked why he was there, and I don't remember what I said to her, but I remember feeling like I didn't know what to do.

Frank told a dumb joke yesterday that helps me remember the name for can't, won't, didn't, etc. Contractions. I'm not going to write the joke in here.