Facebook and The Jumper

Two dreams last night, neither of them very strange considering what usually comes up when I'm asleep.

1. Me being exhilarated upon seeing dozens of new comments on Facebook until I realized it wasn't my page I was looking at.
2. A smiling man in a green suit (A Dirty Job?) on a 5th floor balcony with a pill bottle and umbrella in his hand. He begins throwing the pills, 1 by 1, to the crowd below but quickly grabs handfuls and tosses them that way. Then he stands on the rail, opens his umbrella and jumps. I was standing in the crowd and knew what was going to happen as I had seen it before: the umbrella would tear and he would plummet to his death. I'm not sure why but my tongue, which was black, shot out and grabbed him by the ankle and pulled him downwards before the umbrella would broke. He resisted and started rising instead, pulling me off my feet. The crowd grabbed onto me, trying to help save the man.

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I love it when Maddy's tail wags, seeing as how she doesn't have one. =D

It's hot in Disney.

I'm in Disney World (or on Disney property at least) right now. It's 91 degrees down here, so there's a lot of half-naked guys walking around. Awesome. Except they've got their girl-friends, and they act really straight. And the closet fags among them keep it to themselves, like I do. You never know, which is the problem. All in all it's sort of discouraging. Oh well! At least I can look. We've been taking a lot of pictures down here, as well--not of the hot guys (though I have been trying to fit them into some of the shots, hehe) but of us everywhere. It's a good thing. It seems like when I turned ten we suddenly stopped taking pictures. If people looked in our family albums they might think we dropped off the face of the earth around the year 2000. Maybe earlier, I don't know. It sort of sucks though. My parents aren't in pictures either, so they don't really exist in the material world [of others].

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Part of me hopes I'll get sunburned on all these trips I'm going to be taking this summer. I always look more healthy and less like a ghost when I'm red. I don't ever recall being tan. Would it look good? Why did whoever have to make us so self-conscious? JUST GET OUT THERE! I wanted to talk to this guy on the last day of my fitness class because I knew I'd never see him again; so what if he brushed me off? I didn't, but maybe some day I will. I need muscles!

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We're going to the Magic Kingdom tomorrow (my dad is done with his meetings) so that should be fun. I hope we all meet up in front of the castle, or around the lake, and watch fireworks like they did in that episode of Full House. Man, Steve was hot.

The good doctor.

I saw Lyerly today for the first time in a few months. He called about twice a day everyday the last month trying to setup an appointment so I could go meet with him. Unfortunately, nearly everyone in my family has an aversion to answering the phone. Anyway, he took me off the Resperdal at my request; four pills is a bit much for me and we're always out of one of them, so I decided I'd try walking away with three prescriptions instead of four.

I got drunk a couple days ago (4 shots of Southern Comfort and 5 beers...I'm both impressed and disappointed with my self) and I still feel groggy. This is littered with misplaced commas and such, I'm sure, but I think I'm going to bed now. I have an exam in the morning.

Oh Santa Fe Cafe...

I just got home from Santa Fe Cafe in College Park and I had a good time. It was for my friend's show. Yeah. I'm there to watch her but it seems I spend more time staring at love interests and hot waiters. In the end, all I leave with is hat hair.

Mad World...

I just listened to that song, the version by the Red Paintings. It's a very sobering song and I'm not sure if I like it or not. Half of it sounds like whining, but really meaningful whining. Oh well.

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I did go running yesterday, but only ran half of it. I did get the runner's high so that was good. I changed my time from 15 minutes to 9 minutes, so I feel a little bit bad about that.

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I took a test in PE183 today. It was my last class. I hope I continue to exercise even when I get out. It's funny because initially I was sitting up against the wall taking it but I found out I had to move because I couldn't stop looking at the really hot guy across me. So distracting. I ended up on my stomach and it was actually really comfortable. I wish I hadn't finished so early because I would have liked to just linger there. I wish the class wasn't over.

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I had my last writing class yesterday. I'm going to miss the people in it; it was a very fun class.