This is getting out of hand

So I had another dream about our President. Oh, hey there Barack...

In this dream I was helping the Obamas pick out bathing suits. He and Michelle were looking at matching swimsuits (the pattern on his board shorts matched the pattern on her elegant one piece). 

BHO was worried that his shorts "looked like hammer pants."

I said, "Well, they kind of do...but in the best way possible."

BHO wondered, "Is there a good way for my shorts to resemble hammer pants?"

Then Michelle, Barack, and I laughed and laughed and laughed.

Then I woke up.

I am considering changing the title of this blog to "Transcripts of weird dreams about the Obama family".

Get out of my dream...and into my car

I had another dream about my favorite president, BHO.

In this dream, my father (my actual dad, not Obama) had been accused of a crime he did not commit. And I think I was still in high school? Maybe? This part is a little fuzzy. Anyway, my dad was falsely accused of some heinous crime that I believe involved stealing gasoline, a car chase, and someone running over a police officer. Anyway, I was just APPALLED at the idea of going to school the next day, because everyone would think my dad was guilty, and I had more important things to do, like clearing his name. This was obviously a busy and stressful day, so when I finally had time to check my phone, I had three missed calls. Two were from Barack Obama, and one was from Jeff Goldblum. In this universe, this was totally normal because I was not phased at all to have these people in my missed calls. I knew BHO would help clear my father's name, so I immediately attempted to call him back. Unfortunately, I accidently dialed Jeff Goldblum's number. He answered right away and informed me that he had called because the studio was releasing a special edition dvd of Jurassic Park and they wanted the stars to do a commentary track (Apparently, in this universe, I had also starred in Jurassic Park, which is totally awesome and in my top ten movies of all time.). I was like, "Great, Jeff Goldblum, I'm kind of busy right now," but he just kept blabbing on. It was like, come on, Jeff Goldblum, mechanical dinosaurs ARE awesome, but I have to call back the leader of the free world, and save my dad...

I woke up before I could call back Obama, so I guess I'll never know if my dad went down for a crime he didn't commit.

Dreams of my (fake) father

Last night I dreamed that I was the oldest Obama daughter.

Obama was totally a Harrison-Ford-in-Air-Force-One-badass president and we were riding in a jeep to some do some top secret (most likely badass) mission.

Because it was so top secret, we couldn't have any secret service with us, so Barack had to infiltrate the enemy head quarters solo while I distracted the evil government officials from Some-Other-Country-istan.

But because my father, Barack Obama, did not want me to be unsafe, I did all my secret agent-ing from the back of a highly trained, extremely effective security elephant.

Sadly, I woke up before I found out if our mission had been a successful one.

Crap I want from Urban Outfitters

It's midterms next week, so instead of studying I am browsing the Urban Outfitter website.

I would make a Lynn paper doll and have them get married.

A drink luge! You pour your drink in the top and it goes through the ice luge and is cold in your glass!

I would totally sleep with Blondie.

Look! It's a way to make drinks that looks like chemistry. I love drinks AND I love chemistry.

Seriously, could he get any dreamier?

Obama signs the Lilly Ledbetter Fair Pay Act.

USA! USA! USA!

OBAMA DAY! OBAMA DAY! I LOVE OBAMA DAY!

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* This picture is from the website mychemicaltoilet.com

I heart the internet

Want to waste some time on the internet? Like a serious amount of time? In the most awesome way possible?

Go here:
EVRI

It is the coolest search engine in the history of search engines. You search for something (like a person or product or famous animal or whatever) and it returns information, pictures, and, most awesomely, connections to other people, places, things, etc. Then you click on that. Boom. More information, more connections. Best of all, it keeps track of your connections so you know exactly how you got from 'My Little Pony' to 'Barack Obama'. 

If this had been around last year, I would have just kept my AmeriCorps position in order to spend most of my time on this website.

Procrastination

Things I Do Instead of Writing My Paper That Is Due Tomorrow:
1. Make itunes playlists.
2. Imagine Nicole wearing a crew neck sweatshirt with a picture of Ricky the Special Cat on it.
3. Blog.
4. Look at pictures of Barack Obama holding babies.
5. Try to figure out when the Salt-n-Pepa show is going to be back on the air.
6. Eavesdrop on the people next to me at Starbucks.
7. Remember really funny things that happened at the Barn.
8. Look at pictures of Basset Hounds and picture Brutus learning how to wave.
9. Calculate what score I have to get on this paper in order to pass the class.
10. Make a really intricate schedule for finals week.

Yes we can!

Apparently, this election has melted my ice heart and turned me into a sap.

As I was walking back from the gym tonight, I could hear the national anthem being sung before the soccer game. As she was singing the last few lines, people started cheering, just yelling as loud as they could. I've never heard anything like it. Then, when the song was over people started chanting, "Yes we can! Yes we can!"

I got all choked up. And now I've gotten all choked up writing about it.

Go America!

I voted for...

Cynthia McKinney and Rosa Clemente of the Green Party.

JUST KIDDING! I voted for Obama of the Party Like Barack.

Since I'm registered to vote in California now, I got to go to a real live polling station. I got to fill out my ballot with a big black marker and then put it into the magical ballot reading machine. Then I traded the big black marker for my I voted sticker. I didn't get any cookies, though.

Ha!

Ha ha. In case you were curious, this is a reference to a famous anti-draft advertisement featuring Joan Baez.