I've never loved friction more in my life.

Yeah, I'm serious. Just the sensation of the friction between the rubber-soled shoe and the side-walk on the way to class is so beautiful after trying to walk on slick ice. But actually I've been thinking about friction a lot lately. Seriously. Friction is fun.

I was killed today. Grrr. Oh well, I wanted to be killed, but I wish I could've killed at least one person first. It's all good though because nerf dart guns are fun.

My last German paper of the semester is finished. It's not very good.

Ok, so I'm frustrated about something at the moment. Frustrated isn't the best word, I guess. It's more like a little confused mixed with a little bit of helplessness. But I don't know. Whatever.

Umm... I had this really weird dream about going to my calc professor's office hours. There were a ton of people there and he ordered pizza, but then I lost my backpack in the library and for some reason Mr. Currie was randomly around. It was weird and I've been thinking about it all day. And then I did go to office horus this afternoon.

Yeah, I guess those are my thoughts for today. ...not too interesting, but whatever. My blogs from last semester were more interesting.