I wanna

...become a helicopter pilot... Or at least be allowed to pilot one. My bro just laughs at me when I say this. Guess who's gonna show him... I have had a love for the flying tin cans for years. I actually seriously considered joining up with the boys in green for the sake that I might be allowed to fly one of the babies. But nah, I let what my dad said kick me away from the dream of flying a fighter chopper, ' Tonje, they will never let you fly anything.' I am actually rather pissed at him for saying that, but heck that is all past now I guess. It is odd how different things could have been. I could have been in the army now. Would have finished Vidregånde (Norwegian last three years of high school) and then gotten my engineering education in the army. Was actually thinking about that for a long time, I guess I would have if I didn't get into Flekke. Flekke changed a lot of things. Except for that wish to pilot a flying tin can. Still wanna do that.

Walking Zombie.... "Braaaaiiins!"

This weekend was Conbust, and it went fine. I had a lot of fun, even with worrying over the guests and where they where. I was the Guest Liason, so my job was to know where the guests were and if they had everything they needed. But I also had time to do other things, like run a D&D game (one part of the tournament game that Buns made.), make a boffing sword, be in the boffing war, play Shadowrun, and loads of other stuff. I am so tired, I just gave up on doing physics, and I am going to do my chinese tomorrow morning.
I had a weird dream last night, it was set in a big house that looked a bit like several of the older houses on campus moshed together. I saved some kids from a pedofile by making a deal with him that he would let them go and got to do whatever he wanted to me. Then there was this scene where I pissed him off, don't remember how, and he promised that I would pay. And then Chris (guy from Conbust) and Talia was my knights in shining armor by not letting me be alone with him. And there was a ton of other SSFFS people and my brother just being in the background all the time. How does my brain come up with this stuff? It is almost as wacko as the terrorist-dino dream I had last term. I almost think I should have my dreams analysed by people who do that sort of stuff...