Have been listening to Charade by Henry Mancini on and off today.

When we played our charade
We were like children posing
Playing at games, acting out names
Guessing the parts we played

Oh what a hit we made
We came on next to closing
Best on the bill, lovers until
Love left the masquerade

Fate seemed to pull the strings
I turned and you were gone
While from the darkened wings
The music box played on

Sad little serenade
Song of my heart's composing
I hear it still, I always will
Best on the bill
Charade

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My boyfriend is feeling depressed and wants to be alone. Wouldn't be a huge deal, except I'm also feeling kind of down and want to talk to him.

I guess I'll just play Sims 3 more instead.

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I got Book One of Cucumber Quest in the mail today. It is a very beautiful book, I must say. I'm not sure I've been so taken with any of the others in my collection.

Very rich colors on the cover, and the pages are sturdy and glossy.

Quite a contrast to say, Bayou, which was printed on terribly cheap, low quality paper. The kind of paper they print grocery ads on. And I don't mean Target grocery ads that are white and shiny, I mean absolutely the cheapest paper you can get.

Going to go to sleep now to hopefully not be incredibly sleep deprived again. I had the worst time trying to comprehend the lecture in my math class today because of that (although, to my great joy, he delayed the math exam we were going to have until Thursday).

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It is 3... 3:01 AM.

Oh.

Oh dear.

I have school in the morning. And a test at night.

Oh dear me.

I played Sims 3 for six hours instead of doing my math homework earlier today. I kept telling myself, "okay, just a bit more, just refill the energy bar and then save and quit."

Oops. I don't think I even started homework until maybe 9?

I really ought to be in bed. Really. But I'm not tired enough to sleep.

Eep.

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I used to dream of having a giant stuffed animal to sleep with at night, back when I was loneliest. Something I could wrap my arms around, that would get warm from my body heat, that I could hang onto just to feel secure until I reached a dreamstate.

Sometimes I still want one, though it's not a deep yearning like it was before. Not like a body pillow though... For whatever reason those things creep me out too much. Also not one of those creepy Japanese pillows with the printed on anime girls, or the boyfriend arm pillow thing.

Just a big stuffed animal. Preferably given by someone close to me.

This came up in a conversation with a friend, and since this entry had basically nothing in it I thought I would add it here.

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Probably one of my greatest triumphs today will be managing to transfer all my Chrome bookmarks over from my old computer to this new one. The internet did not help very much with that one. They're all "yeah just rename the file with a .bak!" That did not work at ALL for me. >:( Luckily I realized I could just show hidden folders in my new user folder here and I replaced Chrome's bookmark file on this computer with my backed up one from my old computer.

Saved me trying to add tons of pages over again.

Gotta do math homework today and probably write something for Psych. It's 3 AM right now but I'm on the computer because I've been trying to fix all my settings so they're the same as on my old computer.

Also downloading Sims 3 from Steam... Not sure when I'll get to play it though.

My emulator isn't working now, so I can't play Pokemon. :C

Trying to fiddle with the monitor settings because the colors that are showing up look awful.

Bleghghghgh this was a nice gift and all but it is SUCH A HASSLE.

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Nothing like a dream about showing up to class having forgotten to do an assignment to set a stressful mood for my day. >_>

Not sure if it is better or worse than having a dream about being late. Maybe they are about equal.

My new computer still needs some setting up... we had trouble with the Windows 8 installation because my boyfriend couldn't find the key for it (the key was online and he didn't know his username for the site, and they didn't have any username recovery options except for emailing the help desk, which was unresponsive).

He got very stressed out. I fell asleep.

I'm feeling kind of off. Don't entirely know why. I don't think it was just the dream, but I don't really know. :|

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I keep trying to figure out how the architecture in this tower in my dream worked.

The tower was small, rough, and crude, and the levels got smaller as you went up, so that the third wasn't tall enough for me to really stand upright or even lie down. The whole structure was made of a dried light grey mud, like a very large termite colony.

The inside was bare, but well-lit because each floor had big windows covering three of its walls. The fourth wall was the one that had the ladder/door opening to get to the next floor.

I entered it with a companion whose face I don't remember, but she was wearing pink.

I was going ahead of her, and while I was climbing up to the third level, a swarm of bugs-- they looked kind of like spiders, kind of like beetles, rushed into the second level. I had reached the third level by the time they got close to me and held a couch cushion against the door opening so they couldn't enter, but they got my companion. I don't know whether they carried her off or devoured her, but she disappeared. I could see over the top of the cushion as the bugs tried to enter-- for whatever reason they couldn't climb vertical surfaces, so as long as I held it there the gap didn't matter. When they had moved away from the door I began to smash them with the cushion's corner, until none were left.

The ceiling was low, and I was sitting with my legs in front of me, knees bent a bit, to fit in the room. Behind me the wall was a large clear pane of glass, and I realized that I could be seen from below because I had moved away from the door in front of me in order to stretch out a little. I looked down and a band of black-clad people were there, watching me. The leader of the group had black hair that hit just above his shoulders and seemed angry that I had thwarted his attempts to get me-- he was the one that had sent the bugs. I climbed up to the fourth level, the final level, where the ceiling tapered up to a point, and looked down upon them. This level only had one window, and it faced them, and the door was in the floor instead of one of the walls. I thought it would be safe there, but he called up to me that I could either come down or he would have his dragon destroy the tower.

I lifted my gaze from the ground and saw a humongous dragon staring at the middle of the tower, where it was going to fly through and break it apart. The dragon was charcoal colored and had a hard-plated armored look to it, and spikes protruding back from its face. Its eyes were cruel and its thin sharp teeth were exposed in a horrible sneer.

Realizing that my choice was to climb down or die, I silently exited the tower and walked to the man, who promptly handcuffed my wrist to his and declared I would be his slave.

I don't want to describe the rest.

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My boyfriend built me a new computer for Valentine's Day. We haven't set it up yet because it only has Linux on it, and I need Windows to play the Sims 3, but hopefully we'll get that all worked out and transfer all my files from this computer over soon enough.

Right now I'm playing A Rabbit Fable. It's a confusing and surreal game but in a way I like it.

---Edit---

A better (but text-based) game. Moonlight by Jonas Kyratzes

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