Woe Upon Your Cylon Heart!

Of course, when I really should do a ton of homework, TV is actually really good. Damn you, erratic Sunday scheduling.

I have no interest in the Super Bowl. My thing about football is that my interest begins and ends with the Gators, so no Super Bowl parties for me. (And I felt bad for Paige. She appeared to really want to come, and I was all, not only do I not like any of the food you're preparing, but... I hate football. Also, it's at her boyfriend's house, which would mean be stuck there sans escape, and, also, Paige started dating this kid two weeks ago and she's going at warp speed. They're talking about getting a dog. A DOG.)

Last night I had a dream with my grandfather in it. I never dream about my grandparents. Occasionally Gramma's in it, but she's my mom's mother, and the only one I really know, since my dad's mother died when I was about six and both my grandfathers died before I was born. Anyway, I was at home, doing laundry (no doubt a nod to my inability to do laundry yesterday and today) and I realized I had some jeans in my room that needed to be washed, so I went to get them. I then decided I needed to fold them before I brought them out. I'm sitting on my bed, folding them when an old man walked into my room. "Who's this?" I thought, and then realized, oh, it's Abuelo.

He looked kind of like the pictures we have of him, but older, and he started talking to me pleasantly (and in English) about various things, and I indulged him. He then said he was going to the Cigar store, and the drugstore, and did I need anything. "No, I'm good," I replied, and then he said, totally serious, "Can I buy you a notebook?" ... Out of the blue. "No, I'm okay, really," I said, and then paused, before saying "Can you buy me some pens?"

"No," he said, shaking his head, "I can't buy you pens."

"Oh. Okay. See you later."

The dream continued to involve Paris and Nicky Hilton and Briony from Atonement (... I know.) But if you believe in symbolism in dreams, what the hell does that exchange with my grandfather mean?

UF beat Ohio State 41-14. It was not a mere win. It was a blow-out.

I was in the O Dome with Ollie, Chelsea and Amanda and we were there with hundreds of other students and it was SO EXCITING. The game was amazing and I'm going to be hoarse tomorrow and OMG so much fun.

:-D

Also, my linguistics class seems so cool.

Life is so much more exciting when you leave large papers for the last possible minute. Especially those worth 25% of your grade. Spice of life, people!

I got completely blown off by the Hoppes, who were going to come by and see my room. In better news, Ollie and I are going home the same weekend, which means we get to go home together again, which is awesome!

So, you know. Obviously, pic spam is needed.

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