Saw my mom today...she's doing much better than before.

Then I went to dinner with Braden and Nicole. Afterwards, we picked up Megan and went to "Resident Evil" at Muvico Pointe...what a fun, grotesque, derivative, kick ass, campy movie! To steal a line from "Ghost World" - it went past bad to good and then back again. All the film critics are panning it, but I thought it had just the right amount of gore, cheesy Matrix-y martial arts, anti-corporation blither, and Milla Jovovich to be a fun Friday night thing. It's funny that the director kept cutting to Milla, even when the scene didn't need her. How shameless! How wonderful! I also found the fact that the gunfire and special laser weapons all fired to the beat of the soundtrack to be strangly amusing.

Some would think I'm being sarcastic - I'm actually not. I enjoyed the movie very much. It's not the best movie ever, but I don't think that's why they made it. =)

Awww, why not blog? I'm getting nothing else done
Actually, I wrote a few more pages on my screenplay and I should have it to my goal of 50 pages by next wednesday - that's when I hand it in to the professor. I'm also done with a third of a story that I'm writing for no reason really, other than for my Grad school entrance portfolio.

I spent the day nauseous for my mom. She's having to drink all of these things that no one should have to drink: things they warn you not to drink when you are a child, but force you to do so when you are an adult. Then a nurse came to give her an IV and messed up, so another nurse came and poked around more and found a better place for the IV. Needless to say, it was hard to eat anything for dinner. I'm contemplating a hunger strike for as long as mom has to go hungry =)...I'll never last (because she'll yell at me).

I'm also enjoying very simple things lately. I just took a shower and put on pajamas straight from the laundry - and I was insanely happy about it.

So, my message to the world for the next day or so: enjoy clean and warm pajamas.

I'm going to have to take a little break from blogging for Spring Break. My mom is going into the hospital for major surgery and I want to be there for her. Unfortunately, all the places I should be to be there for her lack internet connections.

I'll leave everyone with this dream I had the other night. Anyone want to analyze it?

I arrived in the lobby of a building that was mostly made up of long hallways with wood paneling and bad, industrial-grade carpeting. I walked around with my bags until a snotty 15 year old guy told me where my room was. He was dressed in the uniform of a very strict Christian missionary group I used to be with (White shirt, Navy Pants, dark tie). I asked a few questions and he generally insulted me, saying that I should just listen to him, that he was boss. Well, almost immediately, I found myself in a very nicely decorated room that looked like a bed and breakfast room - all teddy bears and frilly lace. The bathroom off of my room connected to a similar room. Braden and Nicole were living in that room. I kept wanting to take a shower, but Nicole would constantly lock herself in the bathroom and say that I was trying to always have it for myself. I lost interest and went downstairs.

The dining hall of this cavernous Bed and Breakfast was decorated like a Tiki lounge, with citronella torches and long picnic tables. I sat down at a picnic table with non-descript people that I felt that I knew. The only person I really recognized was Jeanne Libey, my Grad writing professor. I told her that I had a new story in the works and she laughed and said, "Don't bother. Your work is literary drivel. What a pile of shit. I suggest that you use that Political Science degree of yours." I sat dumbfounded and asked if she was serious. She went on to tell me that "no one can really ever be a better writer. Either you have it or you don't. And you definately don't."

Then she offered me a beer. I refused and went upstairs.

The stairs were covered with hundreds of different types of individually wrapped glycerine soaps. Some looked like flowers, others looked like little cakes with frosting. I had to climb over the soaps and I slipped quite a few times. I still can see the soaps - they were very pretty.

Well, to make an inconsequential story longer, I finally got the bathroom to myself after pleading with Nicole (Braden was no help, he just kept rearranging their luggage). I locked myself in the bathroom and turned on the shower. As I did this, bottles of Apple-Cinnamon Moisturizing Body Wash in all types of shapes and sizes started to appear. They filled the shower and bathroom.

Then I woke up.

Chew on that for a week. =) Love to all!