damn. instead of a 1-hour nap i slept for 2.5 hours. and then the weather was perfect for a run, all cool and windy, but the rain came down. i feel stagnant.

and the tagboard's stagnated! somebody say something interesting.

today's been thoroughly uneventful. other than going to NUS this morning for the hinduism essay competition thing. which was pretty ok, considering i didn't study or anything. fortunately the essays were very broad and very gp-like so i got by without too much hindu stuff. although given the numerous western-society references that came from gp etc, i really hope they weren't expecting an answer solely based on hinduism.

oh and after that i ran into michael and hadri who were lost on their way to the nus openhouse. so i helped them find the right place (who says women can't read maps?) and then i ended up following them to the thing, where i saw numerous other people, and was very turned off by nus altogether. it's drab, and old in a non-charming way, and it was just depressing. the weather didn't help, and the crowd inside and the fact that i had a lot of unnecessary stuff in my pretty little fcuk bag making it rather heavy. haha i tried to foist it on michael for a bit but then he held it like it was contagious and told me he wasn't my boyfriend (therefore he couldn't carry my bag. how... chauvinist? conservative? silly? funny?) but then hadri did, yay. and then i felt bad and took it back. and then there was a half-hashed plan for them to cab with me to ulu pandan and get lunch somewhere, but michael was insistent on staying for the talks so poor hadri had to stay so i abandoned them and walked around for 20 minutes before finding a cab (which actually i think i stole from some people who were waiting first but by that time i couldn't be bothered to be courteous and the guilt only set in when i sat down inside and passed by them and they glared at me).

so i came home and bummed around, watched two very good season4 eps of buffy, and the beginning of buffy-riley is actually marginally cute, though a) it does not compare to buffy/angel in any way shape or form and b) riley is so SAD and c) riley's so un-hot compared to angel. but then comparing anyone to angel doesn't work. except for spike, who is hot but his relationship with buffy was just really screwed up. ugh kelly i really do talk about tv too much! i've gotten back into that frame of mind where i can relate everything to something tv-like. songs, events, places. like kwok was talking about belorussia and i was thinking "hey, sydney and vaughn went there in the first ep of season4 right after they had hot wild after-a-long-time spy!sex".

and i had a really weird weird dream concerning one boy, whom i cannot name because it would be too strange. not a boy i am directly concerned with in my life, in fact it was a boy and a girl. and another girl. sort of. it was a very busy dream, which also involved me buying magazines and make-up kits frantically for some sort of event which honoured my grandparents. and it all took place on a dingy english street with overcast clouds and a depressingly empty, bare restaurant next to a fancy ballroom and a happy well-lit WHSmith (i think i was buying makeup inside the WHSmith actually). the event to honour my grandparents was in the ballroom, and once inside the ballroom the outside of the ballroom was no longer the street but the exterior of a plush hotel or mansion or something. and i organised some sort of performance which had a lot of backstage hijinks including weird mafia men having to be included last-minute in the performance, and the set of the performance was a blown-up version of the make-up kits i had earlier been buying. and the boy was trying to get me to talk to him about some interesting things which it is conceivable he might talk to me about in real life, but i was busy at that point and then a girl turned up and he had to leave. intriguing.

i do believe have a case of the insanities.