So I had a weird alternate universe dream last night about John Krasinski, who was not a famous television actor, but instead an employee at his crazy Polish parents' ice cream/video rental shop. He was very unhappy there, and was not in love with his girlfriend, Amy Adams. We were quite in love with each other, but neither of us ever said anything because we didn't want to ruin our beautiful friendship. (Jam, anyone?) His parents hated me and were trying to force me out of John's life forever. All of the tension escalated one day in the ice cream half of the shop and I was about to walk out the door and never speak to him again in order to save him from the wrath of his parents and evil girlfriend. Amy Adams was staring him down and the parents were coming at me with harsh words and rolled-up newspapers. Right as I reached the door, I turned around to look John square in the eye and time froze for a second. Then he dropped his ice cream scooper, ripped off his apron, jumped over the counter and gave me the biggest twirly fairy tale hug ever. Then we made out for a long time and Amy Adams ran away crying. It was delightful.

How's my real life, you ask? Oh, wonderful. I have an eight page paper due Wednesday morning that I am completely confused about. I'm just now remembering what Panathenaic Amphoras even ARE, although I'm sure Erickson has lectured about them in every single class I've taken with him. Soooo... I don't know how good this paper is going to be. At least my bullshitting got me an 9/10 on the second quiz. How did that happen?

Instead of going to the library and researching for this paper, I have spent a good chunk of my afternoon fiddling with Last.fm, which I finally decided to join yesterday. It's pretty effing sweet, but our internet is totally balls today and it's driving me nuts. Gaaahhh! I have gone down the stairs to adjust it like 20 times. What a waste of my life.

Summmerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... Hurry up!!!