Today my brother was "Student of the Week" for the second time, which simply means they had cycled through all of the other students and had to start again lest they be unable to provide half-hearted pats on the back and generic platitudes at school assemblies.

The last time he got the award was in December, Unfortunately, he wasn't there to accept the award as he had spent the last two weeks at home sick.

They had decided he was student of the week the week he wasn't there, and the certificate he later got listed the reason for the award as perfect attendance.

I lol'd.   

I was sick Wednesday through Saturday, with fever, sore throat, and congestion, which made writing mid-terms not fun. Actually the whole weeks been pretty crappy as I've spent my regained healthy days writing papers. However, I have been sleeping a lot (more than 12 hours a day!), and I do enjoy my sleep!

I had a dream Friday night that could have been the plot for Cool Runnings 2: Canadian Boogaloo.
The Olympics were this year, and a bunch of new games were added last minute. Lacking the qualified athletes and hoping to avoid the embarrassment of having no one to compete, the olympic committee quietly traveled to western Canada universities looking for anyone to compete. Having almost no classes, and far too much time on our hands Ben-Gene and myself were selected to go. The first game we got to compete in was Ice Crokinole. An entire skating rink was turned into a giant crokinole board, and teams took turns throwing curling stones. The first round was against Argentina. The score was 0-0 with 3 throws left. Ben was up. He threw, and ended up hanging precariously over the centre hole. Argentina threw, and knocked his away a little. The last throw was mine. I threw. Argentina's was knocked out, Ben's was knocked to the very edge of the scoring area, and mine landed slightly within the scoring area as well. We had actually beaten someone and moved up in the rankings, it was more than anyone had dreamed possible. Triumphantly I struted around the olympic village, but quickly became lost. I couldn't find my next event, or the team Canada cabin. After a while I came across a drunken athlete who had lost their event. He peed on my shoes and i woke up.

The next night I had a dream where Waterton lakes were dying. their water levels dropped to 10% and nothing alive was left in them. Biscotti and I were snowshoeing around checking them out and eventually came across a cabin. Inside Scojo was waiting and he had a cool videogame. it was a Co-op RPG and Biscotti was a huge hairy guy with an axe, I was a sword guy with blue hair, and scojo was a tiny woman magic user. Upon waking I took to the internet to see if an analagous game exsited for 360 or Wii, but sadly found nothing.

Bed Time!