The Freshmen and Sophomore students at the U keep trying to wear tights in new and unusual ways. But wearing a black dress with red translucent tights just makes you look like a star in a horror movie. And wearing leggings instead of pants is just giving people permission to look at your butt and try to figure out what kind of underwear (if any) you have on.

I am really hepped up today.

I had maybe one cup of coffee, but I feel like I could run ten miles, and I think I'll go try. I had a short shift at work, and now I'm really nervous but excited to interview this guy Chad for my digital storytelling class. I'll post the video after finals, if it's any good. But I haven't met him, and I worry that I'm going to ask the wrong questions or that I will look like a fool trying to set my camera up. It's silly.

I have so much energy that I've been pouring into writing and running around and it's giving me a stomach ache, but I like it. 

I've been sleeping less, but last night I had this dream I was an assistant hit man with Jeff Bridges, and the cast of Community was in our movie. Jeff Bridges and I faked our own deaths in an explosion and hid in this cold dark boiler room of a hotel, and I thought I was going to die while we were asleep, but then I woke up, and made sure all the doors were locked. Even though I was the bad guy.

"In my dreams, I can feel the weight, I can just come clean...

I keep it to myself. I know what it means.

I can't have you...I have dreams."

-Brandi Carlile