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nirix5Today, 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.
The other night, I dreamed that Quinn resurrected Brent, a Brujah who was killed in game a while ago, but that Quinn's character, Xellos, has been busy ressurrecting. Note: it was Quinn, and not Xell, bringing him back; what was really fucked up was that he was doing it from the passenger seat of a moving car onto my Ninja... the car was behind me, and it seemed like he was throwing Brent's ashes at my back. (Ninjas... what a happy, happy dream, huh? Yeah.) Anyway, we're driving along this twisty wooded road that's lit only by the full moon, at very high speeds. All of a sudden, I feel pressure around my waist, and I look down. Brent's hands are reforming from the inside out. The ashes Quinn's throwing at me are condensing into bones, then muscle grows over them, then tendons and sinews and veins and skin. It was really creepy, but really cool. Suddenly the fingers start moving, and I turn around. Brent's grinning at me, and he's like, "Hi!" And I was all blase about it. "Yeah. Hi. Good to have you back." We kept driving until I woke up.
And that, people, is some fucked up shit.
.
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.
The other night, I dreamed that Quinn resurrected Brent, a Brujah who was killed in game a while ago, but that Quinn's character, Xellos, has been busy ressurrecting. Note: it was Quinn, and not Xell, bringing him back; what was really fucked up was that he was doing it from the passenger seat of a moving car onto my Ninja... the car was behind me, and it seemed like he was throwing Brent's ashes at my back. (Ninjas... what a happy, happy dream, huh? Yeah.) Anyway, we're driving along this twisty wooded road that's lit only by the full moon, at very high speeds. All of a sudden, I feel pressure around my waist, and I look down. Brent's hands are reforming from the inside out. The ashes Quinn's throwing at me are condensing into bones, then muscle grows over them, then tendons and sinews and veins and skin. It was really creepy, but really cool. Suddenly the fingers start moving, and I turn around. Brent's grinning at me, and he's like, "Hi!" And I was all blase about it. "Yeah. Hi. Good to have you back." We kept driving until I woke up.
And that, people, is some fucked up shit.
.
