15 February 2002 - 10:00 a.m.

I feel like a hyper little kid on Christmas morning.

Cause I'M IN HARVEY!!! I'M IN HARVEY!!! I'M IN HARVEY TONIGHT!!!!!

I could tell you my life had reached its pinnacle, but that would be redundant - I am in Harvey, after all. I even get to hold Harvey's hand during curtain call. If you can't grasp the significance of that, shame on you.

In other news, I had a weird dream the other night. I was eating lunch with KTT in the University Center, except that CoMputer U was also Hogwart's. And I was talking about Shakespearean Magic (in lieu of Shakespeare), my shoe fell off, and I fell down.

After lunch, I had to run to the video collection, which was the same as in real life, but at the bottom of a stone staircase, to watch a few acts of whatever play we were going to be watching that day. My thoughts drifted to Prof. McHotHot, my shoe fell off, and I fainted.

I woke up in the hospital wing (this is where it gets more Harry Potter than CoMp. U.) and some nurses, the student who had helped me, and Prof. McHotHot. I asked why he was there. The nurse asked if I knew why I was there.

It turns out that I was Cinderella in a past life, and Prof. McHotHot was Prince Charming. He was very adamant, though, that I call him by his real name, Jonathan Cooke (even though it's actually something else in real life) and not Prince Charming, because if we were going to move in together and everything, he should at least have an identity.

Apparently, the thing about me being Cinderella was that I couldn't survive without Prince Charming. In fact, I couldn't do anything without him. I couldn't get a job, not even to supplement his income and to cover the cost of all the servants he was going to have to hire. Even though he doesn't live in a castle, but rents a house that's not decorated because his dog eats everything.

So rather than riding off into the sunset with those little birds carrying my wedding veil, we just stood there glaring at eachother, feeling completely inconvenienced about the whole thing.

I hope that was not a prophetic dream - there's no freaking way I'm going to shack up with Prof. McHH - at least, not until he shaves and starts wearing red and beige and stuff again - but I do hope that we'll continue to be nice to one another until I graduate.

Remember how I said that all the boys loving me was turning out to be a bad thing? Well, it is when they tell you about it.

But when all the boys tell eachother how fine they think you are when they don't think you can hear? That kicks arse.

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