I swear I have the weirdest dreams. The first one took place in a classroom and it was some math class that I was taking, and I hadn't done the homework b/c I hadn't gotten the worksheets and I was freaking out, and I'm pretty sure that Jack O'Connell from SKINS was in my class. Alllright.

The second one: I was with LH riding the 6 train downtown, and Kelly Clarkson got on at one of the stops. She had no makeup on and this crazy hairdo with all sorts of dyed pieces, and she was with her assistant. So I said, "psst. pssst. Hey Kelly, is Charlotte Hatherly on your tour yet?" and she said yes, and I confirmed that Charlotte was currently rocking orange hair. And then she got off at the same stop that we did, but I realized I left my sneakers on the train (which- why would I even take them off?) and ran back down the stairs to get them and the train was still there, which never happens in real life. Of course the bizarre part is that Charlotte Hatherly (ex-bassist for Ash, this Irish band I used to love) is not playing with Kelly at all, but with Bat For Lashes, and I saw what I think is Charlotte and her orange hair play with Natasha on Jimmy Kimmel. I did try to tell Kelly to make sure she hit up NYC on her tour.

I had some other weird dream but I can't remember the details. The good news is that the sun is out and it looks to be a good day. I'm probably off to hang out with my cadre of boys.

I think I'm getting sick again, which is really crappy, especially when I never recovered from the last deal.

I had this dream where I was with LH and MD, subtly flirting with MD, and then LH and I left and went through the kitchen of wherever we were, and suddenly my friend BN's parents were there with his dog, who didn't look like his dog at all, and she was missing an eye. And then they disappeared and all of a sudden my roomate from college was there and she was talking about how the dog was in really bad shape and she and her mom were trying to find a place to have the dog put to sleep. I don't get these crazy dreams.

I got my floor lamp! And it's good, and it throws a lot of light. The shade I bought is way too big for it, so I'm going to have to exchange it for the smaller size, but at least I have a good lamp!! I still need another one, but I'll wait until my table comes in, and hopefully the chairs. The easiest thing that I'm still missing is a freakin' desk chair, and I'm wary of ordering one online because I won't be able to sit in it, but this folding chair is so shitty and uncomfortable for the amount of time that I spend in front of the computer. If I'm feeling frisky, I'll head to Staples tomorrow (which is like a block away, mind you) to see if they have anything on the floor that I can see in person.

The highlight of my day so far has been that I saw the little Havanese who lives on my floor. I think his name is Jack. And he had a little sweater on, and he got off of his leash and tried to come into the elevator as I went down to pick up my packages. I want to steal that dog, really. His owners seem really nice, too. I still haven't made any real contact with my neighbors... but I usually look pissed off, so I don't blame them.

I'm kind of annoyed that the inauguration is on a Tuesday. I didn't watch the last one, but I watched Bush's first one, which I'm pretty sure was on a Saturday because I watched it with my dad, and he was giggling over Cheney's middle name being "Bruce." I guess I'll be watching coverage on MSNBC online or something. However, I think my office is full mostly Democrats, so I wouldn't be surprised if we all piled into the conference room to watch the speech/swearing-in.

New journal layout- strawberry/watermelon for the dead of winter. Which means that this is about the time I start painting my toenails "Strawberry Margarita," because the name is awesome and it always makes me smile when it's 20 degrees out.

I'm finally having better dreams about MD, when I least expect it. I've had 2 in a row, one last night which wasn't bad. He kept trying to show me the pictures he had of me on his phone and every time I got close to looking at them, something would interrupt us. But there was much flirtation going on. Yay, dreams that will never, ever happen!! Maybe I can start dreaming about Patrick Stump now, huh?

Saw DK last night and her awesome friends, which was double-awesome. This one friend of hers is pretty cute...everyone got very, very drunk and passed out around 4am. Lame! I was more tired than I thought, though. I slept for basically 12 hours straight. But yeah, wouldn't kick this guy out of bed. In his drunkenness, he blew me a kiss goodnight, which was kind of charming. Shut up- I'm easily charmed. Her friends are so lovely and inclusive- I love it. Too bad they all live far away.

Today's goals are to paint nails, track down the Panic DVD, and GO GIANTS.

I finally had an American Idol dream, featuring Michael and DCook (nothing naughty, unfortch) and then I couldn't remember it. Well, I remembered it when I woke up and then I went back to sleep like 3 hours later and when I woke up again, it was gone. Boo! Maybe I'll have another, better dream after I see these fools live in concert. My mother totally forgot I was going but surprisingly, didn't freak out about the thought of me in Newark at 12am.

I'm almost 24 which means almost 25...eek.

It would be awesome if I didn't feel pregnant, or like some poor, malnourished child with a distended abdomen. I mean, it's really bad. I really feel like I'm 4 or 5 months and just starting to show. The smart thing to do would be cutting carbs drastically, because I know that takes a lot of the bloat away. But alas, carbs are hiding everywhere, so cutting out bread and rice and pasta isn't enough. And it doesn't help that I'm currently reading Tom Parker-Bowles's "The Year of Eating Dangerously." I don't get hungry when I read about food, actually. It's just when I see it on the TeeVee. And besides, Tom's tone is very witty and I think I'm going to enjoy reading about his journey.

I tried to make this chicken salad tonight and the recipe is supposed to serve 6 people but the way I made it, it came out to serve only 2. Lord knows how that happened. And here I thought I was capable of following a recipe! I pity my poor future children!! But RF and I pondered taking a cooking class. After tonight, I really probably should!