Can you hear me?

So, the other day I had a revelation, and since I'm in a car with noting else to do, I'll share it with all of you dear and faithful followers. Well, by other day, I mean early this morning when, instead of sleeping like I should've been, I was talking with my parental units about this new movement I've noticed in religion, specifically Christianity. It's very prominent in my school, I'll admit and even flaunt. Don't get me wrong, I don't particularly agree with this particular movement, but I won't condemn people for going with it.  See, I'm kind of verge on pacifism when it comes to people's denominations and religions and all that. Mainly because I understand that I won't be able to change anyone, only they can change themselves. Either way, back to the main point.

Hello, for the third time tonight. I would like to complete the trifecta of dreams that I've started, mainly to appease my professor who has decided that I'm a good trinitarian for dropping three things in a row today in class. However that's neither higgledy nor piggledy. Enjoy:

Paris, Nevada, aliens and tigers. Must be a party!

I had this series of dreams once, almost like a movie saga or something... only not as epic.  Alright, here we go!

What? *Snooze*

Hokay, so here's what went down last semester one time.. read it as if it's a nice sunny Thursday in the middle of plant mating season.

The other morning, as I snoozed through chapel, periodically hitting the snooze button on my alarm, I had a rather interesting experience in my subconscious.  And here it is:

Why So Silent?

Yet again I find myself mired in the clay of insomnia with only the war between silence and the complex workings of my music library to keep me company.  Oh! Look at that, the music won! Either way, I want to extend an apology to all two or three of my faithful readers for not posting for such an extensive period of time.

Is This One of Those Things?

Okay, I just about laughed out a promotional kitten basket over this anecdote which I'm about to eruct. I really shouldn't be sharing this, but it's too funny not to. At work tonight, as my friend and I were standing in the lobby munching on some delicious pepperoni covered goodness, we overheard a person state, ever so confoundingly: "is this one of those things that you shake and it works your upper body?"  Now, we all know what this individual was talking about, don't we? If you say no to that, you need to brush up on the hilarious stupidities of the past few years…. Sigh… I guess I'll explain to those hermits out there that don't know what I'm talking about. A few years ago, this thing came out on the market called the "Shake Weight." Now, this is a weight, a futuristic art nouveau style weight at first glance. But wait! There's more!  If you ordered this product, we'll throw in the instructions for free!  The way you use this "Shake Weight" is by grasping it, and making a very shameful motion with it.  I mean, it's not that hard to do, but it's surely embarrassing.  These are the kinds of things that we can't really mention in front of children.

And now for somethign completely different....

I'm Robby Rudolph! *angry sigh with hand gestures*

So here we are again. I find myself unable to sleep. Sigh….   Since I'm in this position, I thought you all might enjoy an other sneak peak into my life. This time I think I'll clue you guys in on a friend of mine. Now, to complete this "core four" of mine, I'll tell you about someone else. It's not just Elektra, Cecilia, and myself. We have a friend, and a darn good and reliable one at that. His name is Robbie Rudolph <insert the hysterical laughter!> (You'll only understand that if you were with me over this last spring break).  See, when I met Robbie, I hadn't yet met the girls, and it was just him and I going through our days as best friends.