Blargh, theatre nazis

I don't wanna go back to work tonight! Waaa! I don't think I'd forget how much I had harassing people about combos, but the dread had died down a little bit before today. Goshdarnit. And I'm still upset about missing that concert tomorrow. ONLY concert I had any inclination to see all summer... and the chances of Guster coming back around here again anytime soon. Grrr. I hate working. I want a normal-type job, where they let you call off and don't force you to make angry people angrier. Sigh. And there's no way I'm going to make enough money to pay for next year with only this job since it pays 5.15 and won't freaking give me a raise. Grrrr!!!! I need a better job... if anyone out there knows of one let me know... at this point as long as it's not prostitution, I don't think I care.

Ok... so I figured after last night I'd have some sort of odd dream... especially after watching sketchyheart turn one of our drama cast-party pictures into the cast of Naruto. The night before last I had some sort of odd dream about trying to watch this Naruto movie and then ending up in it looking for my sister and finding out my high school principal was the Hokage and running around this school and eventually ending up in this giant room with big fountains being lectured by someone who looked like a cross between my junior-year history teacher and Orochimaru. Maybe it was just in anticipation of sketchy's future weirdness. Hehehe. Anyway! Last night's dream really had nothing at all to do with this, but it was pretty thoroughly weird, so...

At the start I was moving back into the dorm at Chicago and thinking about how odd it was that the summer had gone by in what felt like two or three weeks. But I decided that I really didn't mind too much. My other new roommate was also moving in, but she wasn't actually our real roomie-to-be, she was this tall, dark haired girl that I had never seen before that called herself Rachel. She had the key to the room since I hadn't bothered to pick mine up yet, but she couldn't seem to get it to work. After a bit she got it in and we went into the room. It was sort of weird, with wood panelling and stuff on the walls, and a living room that already had a TV and these couches that looked like the ones I had about three years or so ago. There were also plants hanging in the windows and stuff. Oddly, there were two or three bathrooms, and each one had a shower and a toilet, but no outer door. If the room had a bedroom I didn't see it. I moved my stuff in and was glad I hadn't unpacked it. I looked over and my roomie was sitting next to this pond thing and all of a sudden she was a blue satyr and her boyfriend was there and he was purple. Yes.. weird. Anyway, next thing I knew I was on this bus downtown someplace looking around, and then it was a train, and then we were off of it paying the valet to park it. It was under the Sears tower or something... then I was being chased by all sort of people, and ended up going rooftop to rooftop until these griffins were standing on the side of this building. Somewhere in here, there was this huge war-like thing that I can only barely remember tiny bits of. But I know it was in this series of beige-rooms in this one-story compound-type thing... Anyway, once I escaped from that I ended up outside under this tent thing talking to this guy that looked like a cross between Johnny Depp and Kiba from Naruto. Heck, it's possible that he was just what Kiba would look like in real life... anyway... I was supposed to be able to summon him to get rid of the griffins, but he was lazing about on this hammock while this weird guy ran around with a hookah and smoked opium. He told me in order to be able to summon any of them I had to celebrate with them, so I ended up inhaling some of the smoke and then running around this maypole with them. All of a sudden this one guy from college was there telling me how horrible I was for not loving him or something, and he was complaining about how sexually frustrated he was (actually, this was be neither of the people anyone (including me) would think it was. It's actually the third most likely person to do this... I think I've still got a picture of him somewhere dressed as a pirate. He was not a pirate in my dream. Even though Johnny Depp was a pirate... but not in my dream either. Because Johnny Depp wasn't there. But Kiba was. But no Akamaru). Err... anyway... I finally escaped that giant mess and my dad was waiting for me in this white van and we drove off across the country. We ended up back home rather quickly, where this one girl from high school that used to (and does again, now) have pink hair was asking me to make a shirt for her, but I was all out of inspiration and it ended up looking almost exactly like one she already had, only it had this big strange blue rose on it. And at this point the dream either ended or stopped making sense entirely.

Wee, that wasted a fair amount of time. But I still don't want to work tonight. Oohhh why mee??? Only two and a half more hours.. sigh. Stupid working.