Tuesdays and Voicemails

So, I have one class on tuesday, and it's a really pointless, serious waste of my time. So I decided I would skip it and spend the day more enjoyably by hanging out with my sister. In the long list of amazingly fun things that you wish you had done are:
-Eating at an amazing Thai restaurant! Both Sarah and I decided we liked everything they had- which is very strange for me at least.
-Drinking good hot chocolate/chai lattes and eating triple chocolate gelato at Pourhouse Cafe, an awesome coffee shop.
-Trying to go to a currently closed Antique Shop, but in the meantime finding an awesome Attorney Office called Kelly Belcher and Brown.
-Going to Wal-mart and proceeding to purchase water, a water bottle, and a Colts calendar.

All in all, a day well spent.
Oh, and I got an official call from IU. And they got my embarassing- and notorious- voicemail.
So, everybody will be happy to know that I officially changed my voicemail tonight to an eerily NORMAL and AVERAGE one.

VOTE EARTH!

Turn your lights off from 8:30-9:30 to conserve energy.
Reasons for people who aren't environmentalists, treehuggers, or are just ignorant:
-It will make a cool before and after picture if taken from space.
-There are some really neat thunderstorms going on right now, and with lights off you can see them better!

And... that's all I got!
DO IT NOW!!!!

My Second Very Pointless Post

I had a very strange dream the other day before I came back to Ye Olde Bloomington. It goes as follows, verbatim from my sleep-induced scribbles:
Dad was downstairs, doing something annoying. I got back and watched some TV with friends. It was really late. I went upstairs, there was a mirror in the hall next to the bathroom where there were paintings before. The paintings were in my room. I was mad that Dad used my paintings. I heard 'Pomp and Circumstance' playing somewhere in the house when I was going to play a keyboard in my room. An image in my head of 2 girls at the piano playing. I thought the music came from Mom's room. I was getting changed when Mom knocked and came in. I got mad and said rude things to her and she yelled at me. I went back to my room at like midnight knowing I had to wake up at like six. I started to sing the lyrics to 'You never give me your money' by The Beatles.

Sometimes I wonder for my sanity. This dream description is vague, but I guess you can use your imagination. On another, but related, note, I finally found a suitable dream journal!!! I have been searching for something that just gives the vibe of a dream journal and I found one last week. I'm super excited, so now I have to find all the horrible, illegible notes I've written my dreams on during the years: oh joy.

I'm currently listening to Hey Jude... I recently discovered Sarah and I have the same favorite part. And the original Beatles version is kinda funny, because they get really crazy at the end... Gotta love the 60's.