Cover up with make-up in the mirror.

Yesterday = I made 14 posters (adding to the other one I made on Wednesday), went to a tiny bit of the badminton game, went to Bulldog Idol, cheered on Morgan/Jennie/John/Dillon/Andrea/Danielle/CATHY&RANDOLPH, went home.

Today in Beeken's, he was lecturing about the new philosophies of the postwar disillusionment of WWI and mentioned this one subtype of nihilism that states that all our values and ideals are determined by ourselves as an individual. In that time, it meant "who cares?" or "nothing matters". However, when I heard that this was one new belief of that time, I immediately recalled the blogs I've posted about destiny and our definitions of Right and Wrong from about a month or so ago. I don't think that being able to determine the meaning life for ourselves means that nothing matters at all. I think that should only motivate people to take control of what they do in life even more! Shouldn't it?

Oh and Wednesday night, I had a dream that I was with my friends in some house (I remember specifically Nando and Pauline being in it, but I know there were a bunch more). So... apparently there was a huge mechanical spider that was killing people, and the guys in my group of friends (in the dream) were trying to kill it with like... bats and poles. I remember that we were reading the newspaper and it talked about that spider. And also, one odd quality that I remember so vividly was that the spider's legs were knives, and made the sound of knives being thrown rapidly onto some hard surface, like marble tiles. Anyway, then I ran upstairs so I can get away from it, but it turned out it was chasing after me. So thennn, my friends followed and they were all just watching me intently, for some reason. And suddenly, the spider jumped on the wall behind me and onto my head, and that's when I died... and woke up from my bed, panting. I haven't had a nightmare in so long. It was 4 am, and I couldn't sleep well after that.

Today, I made more posters after school, and painted five (Stacie made one). So in total, that was six, adding to the other fifteen, and bam! Twenty-one postersssss done! Yeee yeee. Okay, so that's not really a lot, but it's satisfying. I really wanted to get up to thirty though. ANYWAY... um, I forgot what else I need to say. I'm really not in the mood for anything that hurts my head right now. Sleep deprived and once-again sick, I've been real stressed campaigning. I'm NOT doing my best. I should have started making posters and all the other little things I wanted to pass out a long time ago. Sigh. SO my dad wouldn't let me go to Battle of the Bands because I stayed out last night and also didn't sleep at all because I was doing campaign stuff. UGHHHH, I really wanted to see Cityscape and Campfire. SIGHHH, but I'm okay.

Busy weekend schedule ahead of me. And I'm exhausted. Goodnight.