2004-10-06 ~ 4:18 p.m.

Ever notice how when you're wearing a costume in class, everything that isn't you becomes almost unbearably boring? I get that feeling sometimes. Mostly when I'm wearing a costume in class, but other than that also... I think that must happen a lot.

But anyway, I’m sitting in computers class right now. Couldn’t be more tired. Not sure why. Apparently I did very well on my history project but I just don’t understand that. I thought it was crap, beginning to end. Sure my costume is a ton o’ fun but when I got home from work at 9 and worked on my costume, it was around 11 that writing my speech on the bus sounded like a pretty smart idea. It wasn’t. Well, maybe it was because I got a 4/4 on it which is what I’m so confused about. I’ve done that well on everything we’ve done besides that, so I think she is just too lazy to change my grade and decided just to give me whatever mark would keep my overall score the same… I’m not really complaining, but I just keep thinking if I went tomorrow I would have… well, done pretty much the same thing. I guess I’ve really got nothing to complain about at all…
I just wish I had more to do today. Another speech or something completely unrelated to the costume I’m wearing now, which is Mut, Goddess/queen of pretty much everything she wants to be. Seriously. I looked up all I could and apparently all she is really good for is usurping the throne from more valuable gods. Sounds like she was made up just to piss off some other god. “Hey, god. We gotta better one now! What’cha gonna do about, huh? Whatcha gonna do? …Hey… No! Stop! Not the plagues- Ohhhhhhhh, crap.” I should have put that in my speech. I would have, except the purpose of our speech was to convince everyone that we were the only useful god there was. I think Holly did the best job. If I got a level 4, then she should have a level 6. She wrote a poem that was more than three minutes long about all the great things she did. I was really blown away. My speech didn’t even hit the 3 minutes minimum. Was she even paying attention? Oh well…
My favorite part about the costume is the wings. I just like having wings. It’s really just a long piece of lace, but everyone seems to have gotten the general idea, so that’s good. I pinned it to a shirt I stole from Faye, and I’m holding it on my wrists with some similar coloured hair elastics. Then I just put your basic crap load of jewelry thing on, and some Egyptianesque make-up which I’m hate even more than getting a ridiculously good mark on something I didn’t do very well at all. I’m completely inexperienced in the general make-up area but I bought some eyeliner and mascara after work, and practiced. All I could think until I got it all scrubbed off was, “I sure hope Mut is the Egyptian goddess of looking like a skank and I just don’t know about it…” Really I don’t like the way it looks at all. It makes me look tired… and angry. I try to even it out with a smile, but it looks fake no matter what I do… So I’ve just given up and started looking like I’m better than everyone. I’ll even it out by doing good things. Or something. Before I got on the bus Faye said that if you put eyeliner above your eyelashes it wouldn’t look so hoary and I was skeptical but I did it anyway. At this point I don’t remember what it looks like at all. Whatever. It’s all good. My face feels really warm though; I hope I’m not allergic to this stuff.
I’ve had an interesting dream. First time for a while as you can see, but I really like this one. It took place in my public school, but with people from my actual school. We were partnered in groups of three and the three of us would have to choreograph a fight scene between two cavemen. Two people in the group would dress up in space-age costumes, and act out the fight as if they were cavemen. The third person was to dress up nicely, blouse and skirt/shirt and pants and follow the fighters with a bingo dabber. They take the bingo dabber and make dots in the air to accentuate the movements. So when one person goes flying everything would go into slow motion and dots would point in an arrow showing the way they flew. I was supposed to be the bingo dabber person but I was unprepared in the blouse and skirt area so they subbed me as a fighter. I just happened to have a spacey outfit with me, so that was good. The fight started okay, but I didn’t know it as well as the other person. The class gathered round to chant and jeer, and suddenly I took this face flattening punch to the cheek! That got me angry, and I shoved the person back. From that moment on it wasn’t about the marks. We were fighting for our lives. We took the standard sumo wrestler stance, and as we stomped angrily in our circle, the intro to Y.M.C.A. filled the air. Then when the lyrics came in we dived at each other and started ripping each other to shreds. It was hard to see this as an angry dream because of the background music, but I we certainly seemed to have something to prove. Our third group member was having a hard time keeping up with our moves, and things were going from regular to slow motion and then back again without warning. Eventually I grabbed the bingo dabber out of his hand and dove at the other fighter, covering him with blue paint. He grabbed someone else’s and then we just started seeing who could get the most paint on the other person. It was a pretty brutal fight, so it’s good that the music was so up beat. I don’t know why I chose the Y.M.C.A. It fit, I guess. Okay…

The next dream I had was about John Daily (as in the John Daily Show). He was in a movie featuring the Hunchback of Notre Dam as a superhero and the movie consisted entirely of him hobbling around a giant mansion while some ganster guy rapped around him in circles about some girl he likes but she belongs to another. It was awful, and ended with this heroic shot of John Daily swinging on a rope, the camera right in his face, and he landed on a basketball court and started free styling along with the ganster. Ya, not all my dreams are good.

Young man, there's no need to feel down. I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground. I said, young man, 'cause you're in a new town. There's no need to be unhappy.

Young man, there's a place you can go. I said, young man, when you're short on your dough. You can stay there, and I'm sure you will find many ways to have a good tiiiimmme.

It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A. It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-AAAAAA...