yes, janice, there was bellydancing. hips wiggling, breasts thrusting, womanhood being celebrated like it was nobody's business. boo-yah.

i was proofreading kelly's writer's craft story, and i must say, it put me to shame. i mean, hell, is there anything she CAN'T do? she paints, she draws, she's a master of the medium of skin... and now she writes too? it was an amazing story, and, if someone will remind me to tell her, i have to get her to show it to max, just as testament to her skill.

i'm looking forward to getting this week over with. my weekend is plan-free (i actually did homework on a friday night... gasp! shock!). i have a bunch of tests and nothing else spectacular about this next week... until vit leaves on the 19th! yay! ::: happy-happy dance of freedom :::

but you know what stupid thing i was thinking? there's that whole "you-can't-write-what-you-don't-know" thing. and i've noticed all i seem to be able to write about is love and angst. and i had, not for the first time, the thought that i ought to try drugs, once or twice, just so i could explore that new area.

oh, one more thing:
I HAVE SEEN JESUS!
i realize such a proclamation might scare away both christians and non-christians from body, but the way i figure, if you're so easily scared, you have no business at body anyway.
now, as you may recall, i have a laptop computer (a beautiful acer travelmate 514) named jesus.
the other night, i'm in my dad's room.
"hey dad, what's this thing glowing on the floor.... OH MY GOD!! IT'S JESUS!"

in the past few days, we're transferred all of the files from jesus to the computer in vit's room (it's a rickety old think, so ancient it doens't even have a USB port, and with no image editing possibilities at all, due to the crappy monitor). and i am much happier. i've been sleeping fantastically.

speaking of sleep, i did have an unusual dream last night.
i've had this dream before.
i'm a guy at some sort of military ski resort. towards the end of the dream, a hoard of men come at me, trying to kill me. i take them down, one-by-one, including one who appreared to be a 12-year-old skater. the second last guy comes at me. he grabs my arms, and i see, behind him, this huge, bald, deformed man, with a knife. i force myself around, and pull the guy holding me behind me, until i hit a wall. the deformed man was coming to stab me, but my move forced him to stab his own comrade. i push both of them to the floor. then, i get my gun, and shoot the deformed man in the head, several times. blood sprays like a small fountain. i shoot him over and over, to make sure he is dead. i wake up.

i wish i could do that in real life.

mitul: bellydancing was GREAT. i hope miranda and i will keep doing it.
as for the hoedown, who knows.... my parties do have a way of... well, you know.

before anything else, i'm going to make some wild political-campaign-type promises. all of that Ani work i need to do (for 3B, up the nose!, and forever.love) i will try to do circa the christmas break period. i will try to get cutlerymorphs #3 typed up for mischief. hopefully i'll get jesus back, so i'll be able to update 3B by moving it to brinkster, layout change, and new content. i'm very well and thoroughly sick of the old one, having had it for a year and a half, and seeing as how school windows are so not in anymore. ^_^ yes, i am a tool of internet fads.

having made my campaign promises (vote elf for dictator in 2004!), i'll ramble on. so on friday i went to evan's (yes, he DOES exist!), and his friend ian came by. after being terrified by evan's obsession with "dance dance revolution," we all chilled and made fun of evan's use of the word "muff." see, there was this fuzzy cat toy. and he called it a "muff." and ian and i laughed. and he didn't get it. and we asked if he knew what a muff was. and he said "those things that ladies used to put their hands in." and we laughed some more...

then last night was rek and helly's not-a-christmas party, and that was ok. i think i got rather cranky and bitchy, but mehaik says i didn't, and i'm not sure what my point it. go me!

but you know you're a geek when you're at a party and all you can think about is the chemistry problem set you have to do, and when when when will you find the time, dammit?

2 weeks to winter break!