Drip coffee and ham sauce.

Ok. This has been one of the more bizarre weeks in recent history. For me, at least. I've just come to the general consensus that boys are weird and scary and I need to lock all my doors and windows and turn off my phone for the rest of the quarter. And then I'll hide under my covers like a wussy, wussy little girl. THIS IS WHY I DON'T TALK TO PEOPLE, ALRIGHT?! ...Ah, the lives of the reluctantly popular. XP And I think I was sleep-walking last night (again). Because I remember my room-phone, which is on my comp desk, about four feet from my bed, ringing as I was falling asleep and I ignored it. And then I got up for class and walked into the kitchen and it was sitting on the kitchen counter. Creeeepyyyy. I don't remember a thing.

Anyway, I haven't slept more than four hours a night all week, and it's been some crappy sleep at that. I should be in bed right now. But no. Because the internets demand sacrifice, INFIDELS! *ahem*
So yeah. Last night at 3am I get a call from my mom. I was like, wtf. I thought it was like, 7am, but it wasn't, so I was confused as to why she was calling me at 1am her time. Anyway, she asks for my debit card number, and I give it to her before I even notice what's going on, and then I'm like, ...da hell? I din' even know... ah... nndurrrrr. So I asked, and she was like, "Oh, I want to buy you two tickets to the Bob Dylan concert that's happening at the Savannah Civic (a five-minute walk from my apartment, and right next to my old dorm) on Sunday. Then I was like OMGWTFHOLYCRAPBBQAAAAGH and was suddenly a lot more awake. So yeah. Me and Joe are going to see Bob Dylan on Sunday. I'm still in OMG-mode because this is like, a long-time need of mine being fulfilled. My mother is officially the coolest person ever, and I saw that completely non-facetiously. Because it's TRUE! I'm way beyond excited. I really want him to play "One More Cup of Coffee" and "It's All Over Now, Baby Blue" and "Isis". Because I think those are my favorites. Last time I checked. XD My mom said I should send a note backstage to request but I'm way too shy. She sat next to him at a concert when she was younger than me. Some folk-music thing. She told me that she's only doing it so she can live vicariously through me. I was kinda wondering when she'd try to do that, and I have to say, she picked a damn awesome way. Well, that and probably the grad school I wanna go to. She almost went there for depth psych, I think, but changed her mind, and now I wanna do the mythology program which is linked to depth psych. So there you go.

BUT OMGWTFBBQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh. And school is good.