Holy Shmuckers!

I have a physics lab due tommorow, but i dont really feel like doing it, so here i am. Procrastination FTW! on a side note, i have been short handing the word tomoro for so many years on msn, i dont think i know what the actual spelling is any more. On a side side note, did you know they invented a punctuation mark in the 60's to replace "!?" its called intterobang and it looks like this: ‽. it never really cought on, which is tragic, so i promote its use. just press alt+8253, unless your on windows 7, where it doesnt work for whatever reason, but no worries, i have personally informed billy gates about the matter through the medium of aggressive telepathy, and im sure they're all over it. There was a ten minute blizzard in ottawa today, my tiny class of 20 people completely stopped to watch it. Our teacher, bob, is almost completely bald, with a semi circle of strawberry red hair on the back of his head, a deep melodic voice, and two sets of glasses which hang from his neck and he switches between continuously. His deep voice is very soothing and in a dark, warm room whirring wiht computers, i often find his musical ramblings about Style sheets and syntax lulling me to sleep. I get the impression hes an aging hippie, he wears moccasins and rides a bike to school. Ok the moccasins were a lie, but im sure he has at some point in his life, i can tell. He says things like okidoke, and anywho, which are even more hilarious coming from a large old man. When he saw the snow, he exclaimed "HOLY SHMUCKERS!", i enjoyed that.

Anyway! i came up with a theory lately that i wish to share with you. Do you ever realize that some of the people in your dreams are strangers? I wondered if it was just me for a while, hoping it would indicate some strange condition that i could use as an excuse to not feel in akward in akward situations in a "ITS NOT MY FAULT! IM DIFFERENT!" kind of way. but apparantly not, it happens to everybody. My roommate says he completely fabricates and has sex with strangers in his dreams. So i got to wondering how does the mind render completely new characters, out of nothing, that talk and interact and, if your me, ridicule in your dreams? The people in my dreams do and say things for reasons i don't understand, how does the mind completely invent a whole other personality for a dream character to have and act out without it being a projection of your own personality? because its impossible to imagine how another person thinks. Which brings me to my theory that these dream people could exist in real life. I like to think they live somewhere in the world, possibly another time and i have met people from all over the world while i sleep. I like to think they dream about me as i dream about them. We are brought together in a little dream world from across the continents. Its a rather lovely thought i think, and i hope its true. It would also make a fantastic idea for a movie, so look forward to SLUMBER starring ERIK BAHM, directed by GRANT DEVRIES and RICHARD WITHERS, written by KYLE THOMPSON, assistant to the director: BEN KEIFER, catered by RYANS MOM.

much love,
kyle