Lunatics and Princesses

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.

Today has been officially the third time my birthday has been celebrated this year. I turn nineteen on the twenty third, but since no one's ever around I've been celebrating where I am. Tamara made me a cake on September 25, since the 23 is Danica's birthday and it would get confusing. My grandmother made me a cake when we went over today, but it was a joint cake with her dog, Zelda, who had turned two yesterday. We sang happy birthday to the dog first and then me, and then the Hanlys took me out to dinner for my birthday, which was lovely. They put a candle in my dessert and sang to me again, sans references to the dog this time. They gave me an Nsync single with forty dollars inside (!)
One of Nana's finches, Dudley Doright, died the other day. Lovely Lita is all sad now and dying, too. It was all sad and touching until we found out (while eating) that my grandmother didn't know what to do w/ Dudley so she shoved him into a drawer in the sideboard. I think she's got a thing for putting dead animals in the sideboard. She had one of my aunt Doris's dog's ashes there for a number of years. Then she told us how she found a porcupine sawed in half in a cord of firewood. Ugh! I'm going to miss her when I'm home though. (Nana, not the dead animal.) And the Hanlys too. Arrg.
We're getting up super early to watch the meteor shower. I'll probably have three hours of sleep. Not like I've never done it before, though, so I'm not trippin.
I have to go home tomorrow. It would be alot more fun if I didn't have to lug my stupid duffel bag through the subways or if I had someplace to put it so I could walk around a little without having to carry it. Oh well. Home again, home again, jiggity jig. lol.