I'm being stalked?!!

For one of my classes, our teacher puts the quiz in the front of the room at the beginning of the next class. I went up there to get mine... and to my complete surprise there's nothing! So I went to the teacher and said, "My quiz isn't there." He picked up one without a name and asked if it was mine. It was clearly not. For example, his paper had the name of the class. I never put that. And the date was on the wrong side of the paper. And don't even get me started about how much better the writing is than mine. So he was all, "Give me your name, and I'll see if you're in the gradebook." Turns out, I got a 10/10. Yay.

But the way he informs me of my score is eerie. He was all like "You got a 10, so you must have a stalker that took your quiz to see how you did."

Who would want to stalk an unassuming teen that wears a thick red ski coat everywhere because he foolishly left his lighter coat at home and won't be going back there until spring break because he needs to work that week instead of have fun which he wouldn't have had anyway?

In completely other, random affairs; I had this sweet idea. Gasp! An idea!
A first person team based underwater soccer game.
Sound lame?
What if the opponents were made of balls that could join together at will?
Getting bigger and faster, or breaking up and being more manuverable.
Instead of a ball you had to kick, your opponent/balls needed to get themselves into the net. All the while you're grabbing them and hurling them at the other net to get points. Throw in a couple weapons, such as grenades, rocket launchers, floating landmines, and you've got a sweet brawl.
Or not.

Two Amazing Dreams in One Slightly Less Amazing Night

Twas an average night, in an average room, in an average bed, in the head of what some people may say is an anything but average person.

As the title says, two dreams...

The first involved the X-Men. Which is to say that they were in a chior... and Professor X was the conductor. The greatest part of it was that no one said any words throughout the dream... they just snapped their fingers. That was the entire dream, or at least what I remember. Them standing there snapping their fingers and swaying back and forth.

The second dream, completely unrelated, is my favorite. I was in a building, that's about as specific as I can remember... a building. There was an intercom system, and a monkey said a single line to me. He said in a menacingly deep voice, "You have foiled my plans for the final time." That was the entire dream, that one line. You may ask, "How do you know it was a monkey that talked if you didn't actually see him? How did you know his statement was even directed towards you? Why do you like Klondyke bars?" Well, for the first two, it was a dream, so I just sort of knew. As to that last one, you spelt Klondike wrong, so stop talking. They taste good, and they're square.