I completely forgot that today was National Hoodie Day, so I am surrounded by downdressed folks - except for our one ironic bloke-in-a-floral-shirt. Who I rather like for his floraliness.
Since today is about dreams weirdness, last night for me was about being pursued by a dreadlocked and bearded priest who was dressing like a hippie to see if he could still get laid if he changed his image. Unfortunatly, he was a Catholic priest, and he'd forgotten to take off his baroque robes - and wtf is a Catholic priest doing trying to get laid anyway? I admit to a certain amount of curiosity re the priest-in-bed thing, but with all the robes and dreadlocks, he was kind of crap at keeping up with me on my rollerblades so it never happened. Oh well. Freud? Jung? Bueller?
Last lecture today, and return of second essay. The bit where I find out how well I have to do in the exam to pass the course. And then go "Hmm, what do I do with myself until semester 2 starts?"
I know, I'll go out dancing. Like, tomorrow. It's been a while since we bombed a party - I'm looking forward to it.
In domestic news, today I'm glomping pombagira for the gift of an electric wok. I like to poke my food, and woks are brilliant for being able to interfere without it slopping all over the place. Mmmm, wok.
See that? Up there? That was me enjoying cooking. WTF?
Lalala, Fidels tonight, long weekend, partying, playing with books, picnicking on Mum's lounge floor, happy happy. Someone tell me the weather is going to stay sunny please?