Never Let Monkeys Eat Bananas

So, I had a reallllllly weird dream last night. [and it didn't involve Bradley] ...
It's one of those dreams where I've woken up and gone to class and everything and I'm still thinking about it - like it just happened. It was about this guy I know from middle school and still kind of keep in touch with. I dreamed that he came to visit and he had a little kid! [Bachelorette possibly influenced this] So we all went to look around Berkeley and the campus. I remember seeing the bay and the Campanile [giant clock tower] becoming a rollercoaster ride. We lost the kid somehow [apparently it was my fault]. And then there was a ceremony and we got shipped to Iraq as soldiers [this might be from a 60 minutes episode - I am such a nerd]. And you got arrested at a dance party for dancing weirdly... So, it was a MAJORLY weird dream that mixed people I know and miss and t.v. episodes....

Also, I hate crossing picket lines. I understand the worker's demands. The cost of living in the Bay Area is really high and with this economy, I don't think they're surviving very well. UC Regents please negotiate with them, I want tater tots! I can't live on anymore scones! [just kidding.... but seriously, I miss my tater tots]

And it's only 59 degrees and cold, no sun either -yay for summer in the bay where it's just like winter but we can wear shorts because we think it's summer.

I've ended the whole "word and word" title thing....