The Unfortunate Lugie Incident

So I experienced an odd dream sensation a few nights ago: I hocked a lugie in my sleep. I was dreaming that I had something in my throat like some phlegm or something. I woke myself up and I was sort of like, "uh, did I actually just spit on my pillow?" So I felt around and, yep. Maybe I swallowed a bug? I think this is less gross than peeing the bed, but not by much. I informed Mr. D of this unfortunate lugie incident, and he said he'd bring his goggles next time he visits. Hee. Gotta love that one.

In other news, I have a new pseudo-nemesis. Her nickname is Hairy/Mary. She has extremely hairy eyebrows and she is in my class about the labor market and workers etc etc. She always makes seriously outrageous stereotypical lefty comments, "the capitalists want to just make money and down with the man etc etc," without actually tying the comments to the reading or anything else like a newspaper article or case study or whatever. Then, instead of listening to her peers' response to her ridiculous comments, she checks her bets on the football scores on her computer while they are talking. I know because I was sitting next to her in class. It's sort of dumb to judge what crap people are doing on their computers besides taking notes, but I go ahead and judge within the following hierarchy of appropriateness:
1. Actually taking notes
2. Doing the reading for the class during the class
3. Doing the reading for a different class
4. Checking email (might be actually important)
5. News website or other possibly interesting website or blog
6. Perez Hilton (come on, he's posting some hilarious stuff about Sarah Palin. Sort of relates to #5)
7. Sports (see Hairy/Mary? Not very appropriate!)
8. Porn (never appropriate)

Happy Labor Day!

Mr. D visited this weekend and we had a great time. We did a mix of hanging out, eating good food, and visiting some local outdoors sites. We went to the local swimming hole and the highest point between my town and the coast. Mr. D finally got to try a local favorite Locopop. His choice was Mexican chocolate with creme, cinnamon, nutmeg, and clove. Mmm. With only 7 months left of school, I've found I want to take advantage of the local amenities while I'm here. And Mr. D should too! What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't take him to the best BBQ place and some local nature sites? Not the kind of girlfriend I'd want to be anyway! Even though it's hard not to see each other very frequently, we've gotten used to trying to make the most of it when we are together.

My new German roommate made herself scarce this weekend. She is quite independent and does much on her own. She made some friends that took her camping in the mountains, and stays out late chatting with folks and finding cool places to watch the Democratic National Convention. She is great, and it inspires me to get out and do stuff as I've been meaning so often to do.