i thought i'd pegged you an idiot's dream"I hate to advocate weird chemicals, alcohol, violence or insanity to anyone … but they've always worked for me."-- Hunter S. Thompson
Ah. So. It's been a while, ne? Well, in case you haven't read it elsewhere--Doom, Nailz and I had a pretty good time at the con this weekend. I had to leave the con and come home at least once a day to feed the cat, and slept at home on Saturday night. I got sick with a head cold over the weekend, so that kind of sucked. I didn't go to work on Monday, and left at noon yesterday. I feel much better today, so hopefully tomorrow will be even better. I am behind in my studies. (Surprised?) Luckily, next week is spring break. Unfortunately, break is only one week and I still have to work full-time. So, it's not really any different than any other week. *shrugs* Oh well. I'm sure I'll survive.
I really thought I had something to say today, but now that I'm here it has all slipped my mind. I would like to thank people for continuing to notice I exist and even leave comments! *big thumbs up and grin* I would like to thank my roommate, Nailz, for cleaning the treacherous bathroom (it was sooooo nasty) today, Doom for the pics from the con (even though I look
really short next to Vash), and my mother for giving me cravings for boiled veggies. Mmmm....
Now I'm remembering all kinds of stuff. Weird dreams...strange occurrences...Well, I shall write about each then. First, the strange occurrence. As I am usually kind of groggy in the morning when I go to my garage, I was woken up one morning when there was something hanging from the handle of my garage door. It was an interesting wire-hanging-with-plant-in-weird-vase-thingy. It had a NOTE rolled up and stuck in one of the curls of wire. The note was...ugh...how to put it? Simplistic. Yes. "HELLO. IF YOUR SiNgle CAll aNd leave youR No. iF NOt SiNgle, youR still Beautiful --MiKE 123-345-4567" (Original spellings and capitalization retained for anal-retentive purposes.) There were lots of ink smudges all over it, too. The kind you see on death threats in movies that always lead the detectives to the killers. While flattered, it made me kind of creeped out, you know? I mean, I know I'm gorgeous...*rolls eyes* That was sarcasm, by the way. It was nice, but the plant had been put out sometime the night before, and the water and plant froze overnight and the plant died when I brought it inside. I threw it away a couple days ago. (Which, though practical, seems harsh, doesn't it?)
I also had this weird dream where I was on some sort of spy squad (that was part of a larger team) and we had a mission to bring down some big, evil corporation and frame someone in the company for it. My little part was to call the person within the company and pretend that I was one of their technical staff and needed them to change out to a different keyboard. I kind of botched it, but the person eventually believed me. So the keyboard we put in the place of the old one, had some writing on it. It just looked like a normal, used-and-abused keyboard, but the writing on it was some secret code that once typed would start a whole chain of events and accomplish our goal. For some reason, it actually worked. So my squad and I are heading back to the compound (for lack of a better word) to meet up with the rest of the team. As soon as the whole team is together, it is time to meet with the higher ups, and we all have this feeling that we are in huge trouble, even though we accomplished our mission. So the higher ups put us in this arena like thing where we are heavily monitored. There are cameras everywhere, microphones so sensitive that even a whisper in loud noise can be picked up, and a thing kind of like the sniffer in
Dune where they can even tell if you are perspiring by the smell and change in the air. Weird, huh? Anyway, so we're all totally psyched out that they are going to find out what we've done. Somehow, things were botched and we actually ended up killing someone which is a big no-no I guess. At one point, everyone's kind of wandering around the arena and I pass close to one of my squadmates, and without thinking I whisper (in passing), "They'll never find it all out." The fear that washed over me at that point in the dream is indescribable. Somehow, I wasn't heard by the highers. After so many days, the highers tell us the only way out of the arena is to be the last man standing. The tension grows. No one wants to fight or kill each other, but here, we're forced to. So people start pairing up to fight. Somehow, all the fights end in both the people dying. (A gruesome note here: when the people were dead, we had to cut them up and put them in this really large clear-sided tank of water. So every once in a while, you would see a head or a hand float near the class out of the bloody gloom.) My turn to fight is last, because for some reason, everyone loves me enough to die before I might--as if they were giving their lives to prolong mine. But then, all of a sudden, I am alone in the arena. Everyone has fought and killed each other. No one noticed that there was an odd number of people, so I never had to fight or kill anyone. The last thing I remember of the dream was how lonesome and baren the arena seemed. Then I woke up.
Wow. Ok, so that was a month's worth of blogging. *sticks out tongue* Guess I should get to my homework for the rest of the night. Here are some linkies!
I would just like to say,
"No shit!"This link is courtesy of
Book Kitten (aka Miss Katharine). I had to share the
joy of boners!