The Good
I have just received notification that my request to join Pi Sigma Alpha, the scholastic honor society for political science majors/minors, has been approved. Now I just need to send in my one-time membership fee. I had originally planned, about four years ago, to make sure I got into this and Upsilon Pi Epsilon (the computer science honor society). Now I’ve done it, and I’m quite happy. Getting in Alpha Chi, a general scholastic honor society, and Omicron Delta Kappa, a leadership honor society, were both instances of unexpected yay. The four of them together cover every aspect of my life here at SU, so I guess I did something right. 
The Bad
Last night, a form of the Norfolk virus (that bug that gets people on cruise ships en mass) attacked my roommate and I. Needless to say, I was not only insomiacal, but fevered and suffering from various bodily malfunctions I don’t think I need to describe here. It was really quite horrible. I’m finally starting to feel a little better, though. I’ve been able to sip on gatorade since about 2 without my stomach cramping so bad it feels like I’m going to explode. I haven’t eaten anything today, but since I’m doing better, I might try a Popsicle later.
The dreams were a doozy too. My favorite was the one where I was Ibn, the adulterous exhiled warrior from The 13th Warrior played by Antonio Banderas. I was trying to run away after cavorting with someone (I assume there was cavorting…the dream starts with me completely dressed except for my feet, but we’re both sure panicked while I’m trying to put on my boots.). Long story short, I don’t escape in time and am attacked and fatally wounded by a jealous lover’s dogsnake.
Yes, a dogsnake. It’s a creature that apparently exists in my mind. Think of a giant sized Yorkshire Terrier, but with snake fangs that spit venom. Seriously.
I’m not even going to try to analyze this dream. Yikes.
I am somewhat consoled to remember that in my second dream, which was basically me and some friends yelling at some jackalope in the computer lab who had the nerve to insult my sense of humor and tell me I was a horrible person (yes, I know, weird), I seemed to have a girlfriend.
Incredibly freaky, but way better than having the dogsnake go after my crotch. (This happened, but he missed and got me in the leg. Yay…I think.)
Yeah. Fever dreams are the awesome. ::twitch::
The Ugly
Lord, I wish they’d test the paternity of Anna Nicole’s baby already. This whole thing has gone from interesting to annoying to just plain sick. Do we really need live in-courtroom footage of what is essentially a private matter. I mean, really?
By the same note, all these talking heads who are using Britney Spears’ emotional crisis to belittle her and have experts on to speculate about why she’s going insane and how funny it is, when essentially no one knows what’s really going on, is downright disgusting. I’m specifically looking at you, Tucker Carlson, but I’m sure if I bothered to watch FoxNews or CNN I’d have a bone to pick with some of those guys too. Tucker, if someone in your family has an emotional/mental crisis are you going to call them pathetic?
Idiot.
Also, James Brown is still not buried. WTF?