Today is the sixth day in a row that I've had a long, vivid dream that I remember well enough to write down the next morning. This is probably a result of having very little mental stimulation during the day and not being woken up by my alarm clock every morning. It's so nice to idle your time away for a few days playing computer games and swimming without feeling guilty that there's something more important you could be doing.
But not all of my summer is going to be like this. Mom has already scheduled campus tours of Mount Allison and Dalhousie for me, and she's trying to arrange driver's ed. too. The school she wanted me to go to, Young Drivers of Canada, has moved out of Antigonowhere on account of the lack of enrolment, which means I have to go to some independant school and forego the discount on my driver's insurance.
In the mean time, I have time to ponder such profound matters of:
Is the only irony in Alanis Morisette's song, Ironic, that the examples of irony she denotes are not really ironic?
How many different ways can you crash rides in Roller Coaster Tycoon?
How can I remove all of the 206 spam messages that have accumulated on my blog without picking them out one by one?