Woke up a couple hours ago after a completely terrifying dream about werewolves, or specifically my parents turning into them and eating people. Mom just became your generic raging wolf-thing, but Dad ended up being this quintissentially evil villain with some remaining shreds of rationality. Really awful actually. His werewolf behavior was essentially an exaggerated version of normal dad absolutism, only with the threat of imminent, gory death as incentive rather than the loss of allowance. Fortunately I woke up when my arm fell asleep (how does that work?).

My last day of school (yesterday) was pretty unnecessary and excruciating. I spend most of today in Comp Sci halfheartedly deploying my Zerg hordes, and the rest sitting around in zombie mode, scribbling SALVATION on my fingers (from the Cranberries song — James thinks I’m a closet Christian, whatever that means.)

I like the way the UN PKOs website comes in Arabic, Chinese, Russian, French, and Spanish, only the Russian and Chinese versions are of an older, uglier design, and the Arabic version is actually a broken link.

Today I lost the policy debate inhouse tournament. Given all the rhetoric that went down about the whole thing only existing to be an “ego trip” for myself and Vishal (my partner) and my own unshakeable faith in my imminent victory, our loss in semifinals (after breaking with the only 3-0 record) was embarrassing and pathetic. Clearly the only logical response to this was to scribble self-deprecations all over my fingers during the finals round, and then go home in a myopic tiff and go apeshit at my mom. I came to my senses eventually and stopped being so much of a jerk, though. Somehow, happily, this episode convinced my mom to relent somewhat on Coon-Hardy, which means I might actually be going. This is such a relief I’m considerably less upset over my idiocy at the inhouse. (ugh.)

I made Newspaper co-chief editor today, too, which I suppose ought to zero-sum with the oozing pustule that is the inhouse. I must be able to balance this position with being Debate president next year and hopefully Frontage Roads head editor. Naturally I have a faith in myself that borders on the fanatical… this is something else that I can’t slip up.

Frontage Roads keeps getting more complicated. We had a few problems with fonts and things, and so I had to run around and remedy the situation. Jerry from InstyPrints, our publisher, elected to explain the intricate world of printing to me. Apparently bubblejet printers are less effective than laserjet ones, and something called LPI (lines per inch) is important. I feel smarter as a result.

I’m liking this J.G. Hamann guy. Anyone who can write a pamphlet in the defense of the letter h is clearly an excellent fellow.

You people talk too much.