Last night, I had a dream about having to ritually kill a shapeshifter by slitting his throat, except I was in love with him and didn't want to do it, except I think I ended up doing it anyways. I might have gotten him out of it? But the last thing I remember about the dream is blood on my hands, so probably not. I don't really want to try to analyze that dream.
I am almost done with my thesis. I basically have to stop talking about myself, which should take another paragraph, and then do the conclusion, which should take about two pages, so when I wrap it up I should have a solid 23 pages of content, not counting title page, abstract, and references. Does anyone actually want to read it? I can upload it if anyone's interested. Once I'm done, anyways. I should have it done by noon tomorrow, I'm hoping.
I just... need to focus. Stop getting distracted by Facebook and everything else, just... buckle down and DO it.
Also: it is hilarious to have someone who dresses in Lolita fashion be a vampire hunter. Straight up hilarious.
And then I had to try to sneak them all out of the castle and the only person who was helpful at all was some nerdy security guard who kept calling me "miss" and couldn't disable the alarms.
I don't like dreams that feel so futile. Or dreams in which I get injured. Or dreams about babysitting.
So now that I feel like a badass, I can deal with being awake and packing some of my shit and generally interacting with the real world.
I love dreaming. I sleep to dream. I wouldn't oversleep so much if my dreams weren't amazing.
Julia and I are going to see Horrible Bosses at 9 and then wait around for an hour until Harry Potter starts at midnight. I am bringing booze and tissues. And a book for the intermission. Then when we get home I am going to finish my laundry and pack for the weekend, and Shane is going to pick me up tomorrow in the early afternoon since we have to be back to hers by prevening.
It's bad that I just want to sleep more, isn't it. I shouldn't be so tired. I need to get up and do something, I think.
I just... feel very uncertain about everything right now. I don't know what I'm doing in the short term or the long term, I'm being kept in the dark by my parents, who I'm not even sure know what they're doing either, and I have to go back into the car and being in cars makes me anxious.
On the bright side, I have reached a 2:1 ratio of men to women in my hotties list. I didn't think I was going to make it up that high. I have 100 names, I think I should stop at 100. Even if I only post two pictures of each person, that's a ridiculous number of pictures. And I still have to find them all. This is going to be a time-consuming project.
- Music:Adele vs The Rolling Stones - Gimme Shelter In The Deep
I had an entire night worth of dreams about hunting down and killing Nazi art forgers. It was really bizarre. Although I kind of want to go back to sleep, I'm used to sleeping until 2.
I do not know what is going to happen today. I know Amber has to write a paper. I foresee a lot of petting of Angus if he gets up in my face like he do. There may be some reading of fanfiction.
I am missing my pair of jean shorts and I would really like to have them in Plattsburgh. Actually, I would really like to wear them today, if I can just find the damn things. I am also missing one of my Threadless t-shirts. I am really very bothered by this fact.
Dennis wants to leave around noon... which means I should probably get up and look for these things if I want to have them, but... I think I'm going to go back to sleep for a couple more hours instead. I'm quite tired. That's what I get for staying up most of the night.
- Music:Neutral Milk Hotel - Three Peaches
Nice.
Afterwards, Shane and Mary and Loey and Ashley and I came back to Dodge and played Apples to Apples until midnight. :D I won with sixteen cards including "smart, pure, absurd, zany, delicious"... a a bunch of very apt adjectives. :D
I had a dream that involved doing art and running away from something, and then being given a gigantic ziplock bag full of super-dank weed and trying to sneak it into the house past my parents. xD
- Music:Johnny Cash - Folsom Prison Blues
- Mood:
amused
The most vivid thing I can remember is laying on my back, looking up, and seeing all the stars go around in circles leaving streaks on the sky.
I was informed that the best time to take a shower in Dodge is between 3-5 PM and 3-6 AM. So it looks like I'm taking afternoon showers from now on, because there's no way I'm staying up that late.
After I come back from class, I have to write two or three of these essays for Psycholinguistics. I have three sentences of one right now. :/ At least I actually get to do my research project on Facebook and not something else, since the other person who wanted to do Facebook/texting decided to change her topic.
I just need to figure out some way to get motivated, because I am entirely not and I need to be. Phillip's suggestion of "if you don't do it, you can't stay at Wells, so do it" only gets me so far, sadly.
See? My dreams are hilariously bizarre. I love them. I want to dream all the time.
- Music:The Mountain Goats - Wild Sage
I don't at all remember what I dreamed last night, this was a morning nap dream. But I love dreaming so much. I wish I could sleep for 12 hours a day because I love to dream.
I have been dreaming about killing people with some frequency lately and it kind of scares me.
Fucking bizarre dream, though.
My plan for today: Record podfic, find a box and pack up some books, start assembling whatever is coming back to campus with me.
On the bright side, if it hadn't been for those recurring thoughts, I probably wouldn't have gone to see the school counselor, I never would have been diagnosed, and I would still be a pathetic wreck of a human being instead of the mostly functional woman you all know and put up with.
So I guess it's not all bad. But still, I have dreams about plane wrecks at least monthly, and they always, always fuck up my night's sleep from the point I wake up gasping for air until the point I realize that sleep isn't worth it and I may as well call it a day.
8 am is still way too early for me to be up on any day now, though. I am never going to have to wake up this early for classes, because my earliest class starts at 10:30. So that's nice. I will miss breakfast every single day of the week because there's no way I'm dragging my ass out of bed before 10am for the sake of soggy eggs, limp bacon, and lackluster sausage. No way. I'll start stocking my room with breakfasty things so I don't have to worry about it.
And I happened to have one of my plane crash dreams on the morning one of my crushes is flying. I didn't know until I checked facebook and saw his status update. So now I'm going to be worried as hell until he updates that he made it there. Not that I think I have precognition or anything like that, but one can't help but worry.
- Music:Middle Class Rut - New Low
- Mood:
groggy
Some news about the new Torchwood series. I don't think I'm going to be watching it, but I know some of you will be, so there's a hint as to what the series is going to be about.
I had a bizarre dream that encompassed such varied topics as packing for the end of the world, filing folders, keeping house like playing a video game, walking up a fuckton of stairs, my Mass Media professor, and lots and lots of gunfire. Oh, and robots. I can't forget the robots. I went back to sleep a fair few times because I wanted some kind of resolution, which is silly because I never get resolution in my dreams. The last thing I remember was walking back up nine flights of stairs to get a pair of jeans.
Now then. My plans for today involve making podfics (at least one, possibly two) and maybe catching up on Glee to start off my week of TV-watching, and then watching a movie to finish off my two-movies-a-week resolution for this week. But first I have to get rid of this whining dog in my room.
I had a bizarre dream that encompassed such varied topics as packing for the end of the world, filing folders, keeping house like playing a video game, walking up a fuckton of stairs, my Mass Media professor, and lots and lots of gunfire. Oh, and robots. I can't forget the robots. I went back to sleep a fair few times because I wanted some kind of resolution, which is silly because I never get resolution in my dreams. The last thing I remember was walking back up nine flights of stairs to get a pair of jeans.
Now then. My plans for today involve making podfics (at least one, possibly two) and maybe catching up on Glee to start off my week of TV-watching, and then watching a movie to finish off my two-movies-a-week resolution for this week. But first I have to get rid of this whining dog in my room.
- Mood:
mellow
- Music:Patrick Stump - Spotlight (Oh Nostalgia)
Okay, that sounds stupid, but it was SUPER cool while I was in it. Also my Logic professor was there briefly but I don't remember what he was doing there. Whatever, Geller's cool, if he wants to show up in my dreamscape I'm not going to sic the projections on him.
Yesterday was fun, there was a lot of geeking out going on almost constantly. We watched MST3K and drank butterbeer and played Apples to Apples (I am delightful and witty according to the game) and then I went to bed while everyone else stayed up and played Pictionary, because I am a lazy lump who requires ten hours of sleep a night to behave like a human being. Brian and April got me books for Christmas! Dresden Files books! Specifically, Side Jobs and Dark and Stormy Knights, and I am completely psyched to start reading them as soon as I finish the Lucifer Box novels.
My train leaves Schenectady in two hours. I am planning on writing on the train, because I've been percolating ideas for most of the weekend. I am bound and determined to have the next spyverse story finished soon! (Can I bribe any more of you into reading it? :D) And it's not like it'll be the first time I've worked on porn on the train from Schenectady to Syracuse. Actually, this time last year was when I broke my writer's block in spectacular fashion writing about Dewey and Parker again. Something about being in this apartment is good for my creativity. xD
- Mood:
chipper
And all I can think is "why would I leave the country if someone interesting started to show interest in me?" and that's a bit not good, isn't it?
Back to sleep for a couple more hours, I think.
- Mood:
groggy