Roll Roll Roll... Gotta Thrill my Soul

So. Heather Vicis Meam. Yup, converted now, we'll see how long this lasts. Mmm Roast duck sandwich at lunch today which was wonderful, as was conversation with Feather, as was the espejo nello sfondo della salla. But taht's neither here, there and everywhere. After Italian, which was ok except for CRAZY things thrown in out of the blue, came home, put on a clown costume because i was impromptu in the Santa Claus parade and handed out candy to kids which was great, then did some facepainting for a while, came home, tried to make piroulines, failed miserably (they need to be THIN stupid... then went to some crappy bar near my house with some of my sister's friends but it was karaoke night and :D I began by singing paradise by the dashboard light but after about 4 minutes the shame began to grow faster than mutant lettuce. After the first part, i Couldn't do the narration or girl;s part and the song was also 3 keys HIGHER than what it normally is. Nonetheless, i walked away after 5.5 mins when some guy asked me to stop. Yup. Embarassing as hell. BUT! I then made up for it by singing Roadhouse blues and I did well on that (if i didn't i'd be embarrassed as the ghost of Jim would just basically tell me to fuck off, come to think of it, he'd still tell me that, but meh). Was thinking some interesting stuff though, even in smalltown ass-horrible pincourt bars like that the sheer complexity of every person there really gives you pause. I was looking around and it struck me that everyone there, no matter how unreflective or superficial, was filled up with layer upon layer of emotion, thought (conscious or unconsious), feeling and yeah, my respect for humanity is about the same really high yet really low that it always is, but my notion of individuality and my respect for the sheer power and nobility of an individual human being has grown tonight I think. Anyhey, it's 1 and I have 5 pages of that Kant/Shelley paper to finish tomorrow so I think i'm going to hit the springs/foam/boxspring/whatever it is that i sleep on (what exactly are mattresses made of ? the fact that I don't completely know kind of frightens me somewhat).... Right-o, out, off to see the wizard