in the past two nights i've slept straight for 8+ hours. in the winter, i do everything to procrastinate that. push my sleeping limits straight to 4am. summer is the best.
except now i'm so sore.
in the past two nights, i have also dreamt of hanging out with some of my favourite artists. the night before i attended a lecture with joanna newsom, in which she very pretentiously explained that the university i was attending was "unbelievably unfulfilling" much like Cher a la Clueless would, and i followed her out much like Tai a la Clueless would.
the second dream that occurred last night involved my attending a pop cultural-esque class taught by one of my favourite professors. the classroom was set within a combination of a school and a mall, and we all rushed out on our fifteen minute breaks to check out the events happening below. on the second floor, comic-con was taking place and i sat at a table featuring james marsters, summer glau, and various others. i then started to cry and told them how much everything Joss Whedon, but above all, Buffy the Vampire Slayer meant to me. then, on the first floor, crowds were going wild as an H&M store opened their doors to their $5.95 bikini promotion.
figure it out.
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