Dream note

Aug. 12th, 2014 01:31 pm
nirix5: (me!)
I had a dream that was a Guardians of the Galaxy/ Game of Thrones/ Lord of the Rings mashup. Everyone had to get through the Mines of Moria, which was more of an underground town with a rockin' bazaar, and then they came to my house for a barbeque.

Dear brain, that's awesome, but stop plz.

Dream

Mar. 8th, 2012 12:31 pm
nirix5: (luthien/mohicans USE BY REQUEST ONLY)
We were standing in a town that was being evacuated due to an incoming hurricane. We were in a kitchen putting food in sacks and getting ready to leave. Outside the window, across the street, was a break wall. Beyond it we could see the sea being whipped up into whitecaps. It was dark, raining, the wind was blowing. I wanted to tell him I love him and I couldn't. I wanted to grab him and kiss him and I couldn't. We just kept working side by side. Eventually we were the last ones left, and we talked about going to make sure our grandmothers were all right. Then we went our separate ways.

What the shit is this supposed to mean????

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nirix5: (reno- omgwtfbbq)
Grissom + Sara + Sephiroth = OT3???????

Clearly, at some point last night, my brain said fuck it and took a flying leap off the Cliffs of Insanity.

In a nutshell:

Grissom and Sara, while exploring the urban landscape on a romantic walk or something, find Sephiroth lying under the overpass (THE overpass- the one from the season 2 finale- I am an uber geek) naked, bloody, one black wing. They’re like WTF? And do what any normal couple would do: take him back home with them. There they clean him up and quasi nurse him back to health. He doesn’t remember anything but his name. They decide he’s an amnesiac angel who hit his head
too hard falling out of heaven.

They keep him around for a while and they all get used to each other. Sephiroth learns how to function as an adult on earth, even though they have to keep him kind of out of sight due to the one wing deal he’s got going on. This eventually develops into a bizarre love triangle/ polyamorous relationship thing, with some of the hottest sex scenes I’ve dreamed in my life.

Eventually Sephiroth gets some of his powers back or whatever. He has a very strong calling to go “home”; he doesn’t know where that is exactly, but he knows he’s got to go up to get there. He says his goodbyes and takes off into the sunset, flying on a motorcycle that looks just like Fenrir.

Grissom and Sara find that they can’t live without him. They decide on a Viking funeral suicide. Thinking that Sephiroth went back to heaven, they want to follow him. Grissom calls the whole team (Warrick, Nick, Greg, Brass, Catherine and her daughter Lindsay) over for a party and poisons their drinks, because hey, what's the afterlife without the nightshift? Once they're dead, he talks to Sara, who decides she wants to be strangled after one last roll in the hay. Grissom obliges. Then he douses the whole house and bodies in gasoline, lights it on fire, and shoots himself in the head.

That's when my alarm went off. Pretty fucked up, huh?

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I have to drabble this. I wish more than anything I could draw it manga style. Oh, dear brain. You're fucked up, but sometimes I love you.
nirix5: (the what now? (legolas))
Dreamed that Greg from CSI was dancing though Thurday night's episode to the music from the ballet Coppelia. Specifically, the prelude and the marzuka. All of his dialoge was "acted" out as if he was dancing in a ballet... he never talked at all. Everyone else on the show, however, was walking and talking like they normally do. Only Grissom noticed Greg's continuous ballet, and his only comment was, "Huh. Coppelia. Doesn't suprise me- though I'm more of a Swan Lake man, myself."

O_o

During that one scene, he did two fouettes and two pas de chats in utter disgust.

My brain must be hardwired wrong, or something.

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nirix5: (the what now? (legolas))
Dreamed that Greg from CSI was dancing though Thurday night's episode to the music from the ballet Coppelia. Specifically, the prelude and the marzuka. All of his dialoge was "acted" out as if he was dancing in a ballet... he never talked at all. Everyone else on the show, however, was walking and talking like they normally do. Only Grissom noticed Greg's continuous ballet, and his only comment was, "Huh. Coppelia. Doesn't suprise me- though I'm more of a Swan Lake man, myself."

O_o

During that one scene, he did two fouettes and two pas de chats in utter disgust.

My brain must be hardwired wrong, or something.

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nirix5: (love l-u-v (iharthdarth))
Today, thus far, has been singularly uninteresting. Went to work, ate some "eh" pizza, answered phones, fixed some batteries, listened to The Killers. I started the new Fidelma book on break. Carl gave me a ride to the bus stop. Now I'm home. I didn't think of anything in particular and nothing unusual came up in conversation.

A wonderful suprise was waiting for me when I came home, though: Survivor's Atonement, a wonderful, wonderful addition to my CSI/LOTR crossover addiction. And, er, possibly the only one, other than what daydreams run through my strange head.

HP:HBP comes out tonight. I'm not that excited because we're # 185 on hold at the library. It's gonna be a couple of weeks, so I figure I'll save my excitement for when I actually get to read it.

Tonight: Vampire
Tomorrow: Doctor's appointment at 10:30
Daniel at 3:30

I haven't seen Daniel since before school ended, and I'm really happy that I'm getting to hang out with him again. *squees*

I think I'm going to go find some food or something. Yay, dinner.

OMFG, Vampire dream craziness! )
nirix5: (love l-u-v (iharthdarth))
Today, thus far, has been singularly uninteresting. Went to work, ate some "eh" pizza, answered phones, fixed some batteries, listened to The Killers. I started the new Fidelma book on break. Carl gave me a ride to the bus stop. Now I'm home. I didn't think of anything in particular and nothing unusual came up in conversation.

A wonderful suprise was waiting for me when I came home, though: Survivor's Atonement, a wonderful, wonderful addition to my CSI/LOTR crossover addiction. And, er, possibly the only one, other than what daydreams run through my strange head.

HP:HBP comes out tonight. I'm not that excited because we're # 185 on hold at the library. It's gonna be a couple of weeks, so I figure I'll save my excitement for when I actually get to read it.

Tonight: Vampire
Tomorrow: Doctor's appointment at 10:30
Daniel at 3:30

I haven't seen Daniel since before school ended, and I'm really happy that I'm getting to hang out with him again. *squees*

I think I'm going to go find some food or something. Yay, dinner.

OMFG, Vampire dream craziness! )
nirix5: (hell is loosed (cora/pistol))
*stops imitating Scuttle*

Right.

Anyway, I had this dream last night where most of the people from the Lookout and some of the people from my public speaking class were at a figure skating camp. Let me tell you, it is pretty cool seeing Lopez do a double axel. Extremely odd, but cool.

The characters from CSI were the coaches. I got Hodges. It was really weird. Also, everything was beige. The walls, the ceiling, everything. And Hodges was acting just like Glen. It was a Glen-possesed Hodges. Except he left halfway through my sesssion because he left something in the mass spectrometer.

...

Found an apartment in the paper today. Quinn and I are going to check it out on Thursday. It's off Euclid/Westcott, three bedrooms, $650/month plus utilites. I uped it to $800 and divided that by six (the number of people we're going to try to squeeze in; two to a bedroom) and the rent was something like $130/person. The point is, it's ridiculously low.

Now I just have to break it to Dad that I'm moving out.

Yikes.
nirix5: (hell is loosed (cora/pistol))
*stops imitating Scuttle*

Right.

Anyway, I had this dream last night where most of the people from the Lookout and some of the people from my public speaking class were at a figure skating camp. Let me tell you, it is pretty cool seeing Lopez do a double axel. Extremely odd, but cool.

The characters from CSI were the coaches. I got Hodges. It was really weird. Also, everything was beige. The walls, the ceiling, everything. And Hodges was acting just like Glen. It was a Glen-possesed Hodges. Except he left halfway through my sesssion because he left something in the mass spectrometer.

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Found an apartment in the paper today. Quinn and I are going to check it out on Thursday. It's off Euclid/Westcott, three bedrooms, $650/month plus utilites. I uped it to $800 and divided that by six (the number of people we're going to try to squeeze in; two to a bedroom) and the rent was something like $130/person. The point is, it's ridiculously low.

Now I just have to break it to Dad that I'm moving out.

Yikes.
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I love Puccini's music, but he puts his heroines through so much shit. It's really kind of ridiculous. I particularly like the one (Manon Lescarut? I think?) where she dies of dehydration in the desert outside of New Orleans.

You see, I wasn't aware that there was a desert outside of New Orleans.

And Turandot is a psychotic ice princess bitch, but I love her anyways.

One of these days, post new computer and post getting photoshop, I'm planning on making a CSI icon set (primarily Grissom/Sara) with the lyrics from Madama Butterfly on them. Particularly the "pin me down" scene, with the lyrics "I hold you, trembling... You're mine." I can't remember the Italian for that, except "you're mine" which is "sei mia."

Speaking of which, Does anyone else think that Sara's mellowed out a bit? )

Had another weird CSI dream again the other night. Long story short, I dreamed that the team was a Jang circle. For those of you who don't know what that is, I suggest you read Tanith Lee's "Biting The Sun." It's like The Matrix, but so much prettier. Anyway, Jang are the teenager type people. In my dream, Grissom and Sara had gotten married for an afternoon or something, and he was being a real ass to her- but whenever anyone else was mean to her, he would smack them around and get real pissed about it. They were all kind of sitting there, and all of a sudden Sara gets a nosebleed, except it's not blood, it's chocolate. Everyone just ignored her, and she just said, "Yeah, I'm dying. I expect I'll be dead in about fifteen minutes or so. It's no big deal." And she's trying to talk through this chocolate hemorraging through her nose, and it's getting all over her electric blue corset. I remember her top because I woke up wishing I had one just like it. (Sans chocolate.) Oh yeah, and everyone had Memento-style tattoos.

I need to stop dreaming. There was the dream about my boss from CCE and the vampire pomeranians, but I'm not even going to go into that.

Billy Petersen/Grissom question: Does Billy Petersen have lots of tattoos? A friend's mother said he did, and I've been curious ever since.

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I need new shoes.

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I need new ballet shoes, too. I really want canvas flats, with a double cross elastic. I was looking at these new ones that just came out that are two pieces, since my arches are horrible and when I have shoes on you can't really see them, but I don't think it's worth it at this point. With my luck, they'll keep falling off my feet.

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My transcript finally came in the mail. My English teacher handed in his grades late, so that's why it wasn't up on the STAR system when I called in on Christmas.

English: A
Algebra: A
Biology: B
French: B+

GPA: 3.390

Yeah. Rock my world.

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Random Phantom of the Opera notes:

~ Raoul is really hot when he's half drowned, tied up, and distressed. Other than that, he leaves me cold.

~ Christine has Magical Disappearing and Reappearing Makeup. She gets points for riding sidesaddle, but loses them for showing the tops of her garters, the tart!

~ Love the "Let's kill Buquet!" scene. I echo Karen in her opinion that the way Erik and Buquet were intercut with the ballet going on below was awesome.

~ I was looking forward to the swordfight, but it kind of sucked. Too many close ups and moving the camera around- that really detracted from it; you couldn't see what was going on half the time.

~ I loved the way they added little pieces from the book.

~ I also loved Mme. Giry. She totally kicked ass and OMG I want her Masquerade outfit SOBAD. I thought it was great how they made her into kind of a sassy younger version of herself, as opposed to other productions, when she's a hardcore ballet mistress with a really tight bun and a walking stick. Which is what she really is, when you think about it, but I love this characterization of her.

~ And Erik beat Raoul to the grave in the end. WHO'S THE PUNK NOW, BITCH?!?!?!!? Muah ha ha.

...*facepalm* And now I have to go home. Bugger.

I so need my computer back.
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Hope you all had nice weekends. I did. Kinda. I studied my ass off.

But WHOA!!! I found twenty dollars in a birthday card from last year when I was cleaning out my junk drawer. How fucking awesome is that.

I just got done with my math final. Got kind of hung up on the last question, but I got it right. Just not the way we were supposed to. I love thinking outside the box. ...This was the first time I've ever had fun on a math test, and it kind of disturbs me.

Now Quinn's chewing my shoulder. Damn zombie boy. Aww. Poor thing has a nosebleed.

In CSI news, I've given careful thought to Sofia. I've decided to forgive her for being a ship-sinking, man-walking ho. This is mainly because of the fact that she's ignorant to all the night shift goings on. She doesn't know about the whole G/S subtext thing, because she wasn't there and no one ever talks about it. Plus she was all trying to make friends with Sara, and I'm sure that if Sara ever went up to her and said, "Lay off my man, bitch," she'd back right off.

In Feather'sWorld!CSI news, I had a dream the other night with Warrick and Baba Yaga in it. Which was very, very strange.

Me: "Oh no! I have to [do something, I've since forgotten]"
Warrick: "Don't worry. I'll help you."
Me: "Warrick? What are you doing here?"
Baba Yaga: "I gave him a lift in my mortar, since I'm going to help you too."
Me: "Baba Yaga? You're here too?"

It was a very WTF moment.
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I dreamed about Jay and Silent Bob last night and woke up singing Mariah Carey songs. It's a very disconcerting way to wake up.

Worried about Matthew.

Will call him when I get home.

Hung out with Jeannette and Tim yesterday- we went to Ambrosia for sushi (happy early birthday to me!) and Tim gave us the grand tour of the Channel 9 TV station. We got to goof around in the studio- so next time you see the Rick's recipies segment, you can say, "Heather and Jeannette wore those aprons. And the microwave isn't too clean."

No fun day out is complete without a trip to TriCounty Mall, so we went there too.

And then we left, since there's nothing there to do. Since it is the TriCounty Mall, after all. Deadest mall in America.

...Still worried.
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Never mind that it's an extremely remidial class. Whatever.

Also, I only got an eighty on my lab quiz in Bio last night. Blah. *flogs self* Must do better. Must do better. Stupid! Stupid! (Must not turn into Hermione.)

I had a crazy dream last night- the CCE people and I were trying to manage a giant Eckerd's. Except there were vicious lemmings and wolves all over the place, so we were standing on top of the shelves, wondering what to do. Then Peter comes in and starts yelling that we have to assume support, that the lemmings aren't going to eat us, and someone needs to restock the shelves in aisle six. At which point Andrew just looks at him, shakes his head, and says, "You know what? Screw this. See you later, Pete." And then we all left to watch a ballet.

There was more- concerning frozen Mayans and their human sacrifices, and how they were running buffalo off cliffs- but it's all fragmented.

The Bush Twins Are Neither Clever Nor Funny.

Watched about two ridiculous minutes of the Republican Convention when I got home. Laughed. Made cracks in an incredibly shitty accent about Laura Bush's botox job. Gave it up as a bad job and went to bed.
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Just so you know, the monitors here are HUGE, so the entire student population of OCC has now seen all of your entries. And SwimSlash!Icons.

Got out of math class a half an hour early, so I'm just wasting time before I go spend all of my money on a math book. Whee. I got my student ID card and I look like a complete gimp.

I also figured out the first half of my bus schedule. Downtown Syracuse is a funny place at seven in the morning. There was a man taking trash out of bag and throwing it against the sidewalk in a very concentrated way.

Now I just have to get back. I'll probably wind up in someplace ridiculous like Marcellus.

This weekend was alot of fun. Kate was up from Albany to do all her post-op doctor's appointments. We didn't do anything much- saw the Princess Diaries 2 with Tom, and watched about fifteen episodes of CSI. I got Kate hooked on that. So hooked that we dubbed our brownie recipe "Warrick's Gambling Problem/Contusion Brownies." (We had added chocolate chips; how very, very original.)

We also went to the archery range yesterday. We did pretty good for not really picking up a bow in about three years or so, trips to the Ren. Faire nonwithstanding. I lost one arrow and broke another, though.

I am not going to bitch about the Princess Diaries 2 in this entry, because no one but me cares that they got the fan movement meanings all wrong, or did the coronation backwards, or called people by the wrong things. I can't help it that I'm some kind of etiquette freak. I blame my mother. Breaches of etiquette aside, it was a great movie, especially if you haven't read the books, since the storyline is not the same AT ALL. It had great one liners- see subject, also: "I find my hello is insignificant," and "I'm a girl who loves to wear black wearing pink."

Speaking of awesome people named Lily, I had a dream with Anna in in last night. She and Jen got into a Shakespeare contest in the middle of my kitchen, and it was like an anime-crazy energy battle. Jen had you for a second, Ayako-chan, but then you did your Ophelia-going-mad thing and totally took her out.

In other news, Himeyuri means "Star Lily" or "Princess Lily." Just thought you'd like to know.
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Okay, no more listening to Amanda Rogers while I fall asleep.

Something I’ve discovered about myself: the music I sleep to generally dictates what kind of dreams I’ll have. I’ve been listening to Amanda a lot lately, but not after I go to bed. However, I was lazy yesterday and didn’t feel like going all the way downstairs to get my Village soundtrack out of my bag, so I put her in.

Then I dreamed that [xxx] and I were supposed to get married, but he died the day before the wedding. So I was really grief stricken/pissed, and I was bitching about him while walking around through the hotel kitchens, wondering what to do with all the food, the flowers, so on and so forth. People kept trying to talk to me but I wouldn’t listen to them. Finally Anna and Jeannette pulled me aside and explained things to me- [xxx] wasn’t dead, I was. I was the one who had died, after getting cancer a couple of months before. So it was my fault that the wedding was off, and [xxx] was crying at home. At which point my hands and then my arms and then the rest of me went see-through, and I floated away.

Mom and I watched Cold Mountian last night and laughed our asses off through the whole thing. Like that part when he gets shot in the ear? Hysterical. Or when the old guy dies? We cracked up. The sex scene was the best, though. Between Renee Zellweger’s character and all the weird angle butt shots… we almost wet our pants laughing. Yeah, that’s real mother-daughter bonding time I guess; laughing through a Civil War drama. -_-

Although the Porch Kiss goes on my list of Great All Time Movie Kisses.

In other news, I got registered for all my classes at OCC. I missed two that I wanted, since I registered so late, but at least I got into a biology class. So now I’m in Bio, Math, English, and French. Yay, go me. I suppose. Now I have to get a job.

Kate’s coming up from Albany today to go to all her post-surgery doctor’s appointments this weekend. I’m going to make her watch Last of the Mohicans with me. wOOt!

Take the quiz: "Which God or Goddess are you?"


God of Beautiful Death
Elegant, regal, and beautiful. You accept death for what it is, and unavoidable part of life. You often feel higher than others, more mature or sane, and tend to wear dresses and skirts if your a girl, or collared shirts if you're a boy. You bring those who have died a peaceful death to their resting place.

Tom, here is another version of this for you.

Did you ever see a hearse go by/
and think some day you're going to die?/
They put you in a wooden box/
and cover you over with dirt and rocks/
The worms crawl in/
The worms crawl out/
in your stomach/
and out your mouth/
There was one little worm who wasn't so shy/
went in your ear and out your eye!"


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I should have known it would be a shitty day. Days with bizzare dreams always turn out strangely. I blame this particular dream (however, not the stupid day that followed) on reading Livejournals before bed. Mainly, Anna’s journal.

<lj-cut text="Feather’s Bizzare Dream”> Feather's Bizzare Dream: I was dreaming that I was in Gondor’s throne room. This kind of sucked because the entire court was there, and dressed to the nines, while I’m stuck in my dumb old pajamas. Aragorn is sitting there on his throne, looking all kingy and stuff, when all of a sudden this page rushes in, babbling about snow and blizzards coming. Aragorn replied, “Yea, and verily Jesus spake unto me, thou shalt see no snow in the White city for lo! In the City of David there shines a star, and the star is that of Christ, and he sayeth, no snow, forsooth! I beseech thee! Show me the way to Camillus!” Stunned silence from the assembled at this, um, unusual proclamation. Then this heavenly choir starts singing, but instead of religious music or whatever, they’re singing “Excuse me, do you know the way to Kansas City?” Predictably, Aragorn starts singing Van Morrison’s part, and everyone starts to dance. Then Gimli comes over and says in my mother’s voice, “It’s three thirty! Wake up!” Of course, it really is my mother telling me to wake up. I’m a half hour late for work at this point, which wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t the only one with a key to the building and poor Joanie has been sitting in her car this whole time, thinking that the store had closed. So I pulled on the first pair of pants that came to hand (my good cargoes- stupid, stupid, stupid!) stuffed a bra in my pocket and ran out the door. Got to work, grabbed a toothbrush and toothpaste off the shelf, and finished getting dressed in the bathroom. Started my period, too. Mess, mess, everywhere mess. And cramps. Ugh. Then I had to stay late, to do my sister’s birthday cake. The new containers were too small, so I had to put it in a huge box, and it slid around and god smushed on one side when I put it in the car, which wouldn’t turn over. Finally got that going and got home. By this time it’s one o’clock, so I get to take a shower and go to sleep for a while, yay! And then Kelsey’s friends came over, and we watched the Two Towers. Now they’re watching Pirates of the Caribbean. So now I’m in pain, sickish, and poor, since all my money went on ROTK tickets. My dad decided that he’s not going to let my sister go the the Gathering ball; however, that has yet to be resolved. I’m still trying to pull that off for her, since it’s her sweet sixteen present from me. I have to pay for the opera tickets too, and the phone bill later in the month. Have to finish sewing the costumes (finally decided to go with Arwen’s purple dream dress since it’s the easiest.) And that’s about all I can think of. Fish update: Still alive. Go me.
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Sign as seen in front of some Methodist church in LaFayette.

Wow. Haven't updated in a while. This is due in part to the fact that nothing interesting has been going on in my life, apart from the whole Ken/idiot thing. I've just been working, and sleeping, and wandering aimlessly around town at odd hours of the night, enjoying the winds that we're getting here as a result of Isabel.

But onto the Ken/idiot thing.

Ken= Supermarket manager. Feather's boss, although she doesn't pay any attention to him; has no experience managing and thinks that he can lead people on by not telling them so; thinks he is hot shit and is not; might or might not be a liar and a thief. Also take shameless advantage of people, plays favorites, and hires odd personages to staff said supermarket.

So, the other day, I called him out in front of the deli and told him he was an idiot.

Of course he went into a screaming rage. Men are like that- tell them that they're a pompous ass not worth the powder to blow them to hell it rolls off them; tell them that they're an idiot and you might as well say that their genitalia is so miniscule that it might as well belong to a squirrel and be found lacking even by squirrel standards.

Well, he is an idiot, and an asshole, and he's a complete and utter moron if he thinks he's fooling anybody. But whatever. Usually I just keep my mouth shut about anything at work, but he's working my mother into the ground and refuses to get help back there. Again, whatever. Joanie was all, "You and your mother are going to get fired." Ha. Then he'd have to pay the unemployment insurance. *smirk* Like he's going to fire anyone.

All this happened...the day before yesterday, I guess? And it's starting to get around the store now. Mom was working today, and some cashier came up to her and said, "Did you hear what happened? The dark haired lady in the bakery told Ken that he was a fucking idiot!"

(Note: Not once did a profanity pass my lips. I'm better at insulting people than that. But it was cool- I'm 'the dark haired lady' lol.)

So Mom was like, "Fucking idiot?" (I'd told her the day it happened.) She's a hardcore stickler on not swearing, so her eyebrows were raised at that. Jeannine was passing and heard, and she thought that 'dark haired lady' meant Joanie (who swears almost as bad as my dad.) But the cashier said no, it was the other dark haired lady, and Jeannine was all, "You mean HEATHER???" So she was shocked, but thrilled. Mom said she did the thumbs up dance thing.

Have become story legend/sometime martyr; go me.

Random Joanie quote:

"Yeah, well maybe they wouldn't gang up on her if she wasn't such a BEACHED BABY WHALE!!!"

~shouted after Lori (the nebulous person) who, apparently, is getting ganged up on.

In other news, I've budgeted my money. I got a huge paycheck this week, so Traviata is taken care of, I've got fifty dollars for costume expenses, and fifty to just spend on whatever I want. WOO!

Also worked out my Luthien costume plan. Will be very cool. I don't know- no matter how many times I read the Silmarillion, that whole part with Luthien and Beren's first meeting doesn't remind me of anything particularly European. Rather it reminds me of India, and the Ramayana. Kind of. So my design in kind of Indian-influenced, as opposed to Medieval. We'll see- I have to go buy the pattern tomorrow.

I have to go to bed now, since I have to work. But I'm working with Mom, so it will be fun. We always yell and blast music as loud as we want. Who's going to complain, at four in the morning?

Random note: Last night I dreamed that I was searching for saltine crackers, and I really, really wanted them, but the only people who would give me any food were a few models in a pickup truck, and they would only give me porridge.

I hope I have better dreams tonight.
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The dream I had last night was bizarre. V. bizarre.

I don’t know who’s seen the movie “Big Trouble in Little China” but the bad guy in it- Lo Pan- was in my dream last night. Anna, Jeannette, Suzanne, and I were walking around Armory Square, and Anna says, “Let’s go into that store where Antique Underground used to be.” So we do. There were strings of beads all over the place, and some necklaces on the walls, and that was about it. Of course it turns into an Evil Trap, and we can’t get out when we go to leave. Zombie-skeleton things jump out from behind mirrors and chase us into the basement, where Lo Pan is. At this point Jeannette is down for the count, having been horribly wounded or something, so Suzanne’s trying to carry her, and Anna and I are trying to hold off the stupid skeleton guys. Let me tell you it’s a lot harder than it looks to kills something that’s already dead with a battle axe that someone dropped. Anyway, we’re all about to die, and Nightcrawler jumps out of a hidden door in the basement wall (dressed in a Chinese robe, with a skullcap) and is like, “Follow me, everyone, I’ll get you to safety.” He, Jeannette, and Suzanne run into the tunnel and then Anna and I follow them. The last thing I remember is Suzanne saying, “You know, that one zombie looked like a moose. I like Moose- mooses-” and then Dad woke me up.

Gay bishops rock my world. Take that, Fern Butler.

I have lots and lots of things to do today. Buy more CD-R’s, buys pants- maybe, if I don’t have to spend a mint for them. Mail my LJ payment (blah.) Do laundry so I have some clean clothes, yay! Develop film and make sure they put it on a disk cause I never could get the scanner to work.

I also have to take Kelsey to the pool. I don’t really want to, seeing as how they have nowhere to sit and no shade at all to park myself onto. I went swimming with her a few days ago. It was very weird, since I haven’t really swam at all in two years- I hit the water and just got all dizzy and vertigo-ish. Something must be wrong with my head. Is swimming like riding a bicycle or do you have to learn how to handle being under water all over again when you haven’t done it in a long time? Struck me as kind of odd, since I love swimming so much. Or it might’ve been the pool, too much chlorine, too many disdainful lifeguards that I happened to know in high school. I’m sticking to natural bodies of water from now on, thanks.

Blah blah woof woof.

I developed a crush on Bruce Willis last night for about forty-five minutes. O_o Weird.

Ashton Kutcher is a jerk and I don’t like him. He’s right up there with Joe Millionaire in my book. So not in The Club.
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Man, it drives me nuts. I have all these journal entries in my head, and I never get a chance to write them, and when I do finally get to sit down and type something, there's no point cause it's past news and all out of my head anyway.

Work is work and play is play. Foreverfree is gone, so now I have to search for yet another hosting service, it's raining, and I'm hungry. I (still) have ten thousand people to call and/or email and haven't done it yet. I'm trying to talk my sister and my mother into playing musical bedrooms so I can (selfishly) have the room I want, and am (suprisingly) succeeding. Legolas still follows me around and makes a general pain of himself but (aww) he takes care of me. I need new shoes and that's my life right now.

I'm not complaining, mind you. Just stating facts.

We're in for a cool, wet summer, I think. Who knows. I'll be working on the best days of it anyway, so...? Huzzah, I suppose.

Got two costume patterns at Joanne's -Kelsey's Eowyn and my Tar Ancalime- for the Toronto thing. But I got them for 99 cents each- and they're like fifteen bucks a piece normally! So WOO!

Last night I dreamed that I didn't know what to do with my life, so I asked Mom about it. She took me into this bakery, and was pointing out things and talking about them. She held up a pie and said that the meaning of life could be found inside. In my dream all this philosophy mixed with food made perfect sense and when I woke up I was convinced that I had just opened up a bakery of my own last week.

Either it's a sign from God or I'm going crazy.
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I dreamed that I was Frodo- that is, I was a shorter version of myself, complete with Ring to destroy- and Vin Diesel was Sam.

Which is very, very odd, since he didn’t change size.

Instead of passing through Shelob’s lair to get into Mordor, we had to sneak through the lingerie department of an evil JC Penny’s (with demon saleswomen for your shopping convenience.) We wound up hiding underneath a frilly nightgown and moving spy-inside-a-cardboard-tree style through the employee entrance.

On the other side was Mordor gone modern. That is, a sick, sick remake of Koopa City from the Mario Brothers movie. At one point I almost got run over by a cage-truck filled with emaciated horses, but Vin-Sam pulled me out of the way. And then I woke up.

This is only relevant because I saw Nick at Smith’s today. He’s a cashier-type person who looks like a cross between Vin Diesel and Haldir.

I know that’s difficult to imagine, but it’s true.

Wowness.

In other news Kate and Shane visited this weekend to look for apartments, but everything went all to hell, what with ice storms and power outages and melting vegan-tofu ice cream. In retrospect, I can see that it was a bad idea to make an ice cream run when the power (and thus, the freezer) was off and showed no signs whatsoever of coming back on. Also didn’t get to see Sara and Joe, due to the usual SNAFU-ness. *bangs head into table*

I have to go to work tomorrow, and I don’t want to.

But what else is new.

I’ve become obsessed with Venice. But it’s a bitch to research.

GAH! There are just not enough hours in the day, people.

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