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By all means today (meaning, technically, yesterday) deserves an entry. I haven't had a whole lot to write about lately, and I am really trying to keep the complaining to a minimum, so... there you have it. Tons of holes in my entries. I'm sure you've missed them so much. The internet has slowed down a great deal in the past two days, so I've been fairly bored. Which is good, because soon this boredom will lead to motivation to actually finish my final projects. They look a lot less daunting now that I'm past my "Happening" today. I just checked chalk for pictures, but alas, there are none yet. I assure you that, if I can find some, I'll share them with you. Because it's not every day that the geekiness at this school overflows into what is almost a class requirement. That asks you to come in costume. I did a lot of complaining about it because I don't like being obligated to do random things like, and I ended up spending most of last night and this morning gathering together random things. I borrowed a friend's skirt, a belt, and my roomie's bedsheet. I used the belt to tie the bedsheet on a bit more like a cloak, and wore it with the skirt and a white shirt. This particular white shirt has come in so randomly handy. I originally bought it whatever year we did Curtain Going Up (junior year, I think) so I could look preppy. So far this year I've needed it for the Neil Gaiman thing, this Tolkien stuff... yeah. Something else, too, that I can't quite remember. Anyway... I looked fairly decent, as far as things are concerned. There were some people with actual costumes, including this guy who was dressed in a very well-made Aragorn costume. His sword was freaking long, though, and it was hard to walk behind him without it tripping you. A bunch of what I assume were UT people performed a play that two of the girls in the class had written which was really, really amusing. Especially the intentionally bad acting. I loved them. And the group of Ringwraiths proved they weren't entirely heartless and evil by making liquid nitrogen ice cream. I love this school sometimes, I seriously do. I mean, they had two coolers of liquid nitrogen. For making ice cream. If that isn't awesome (in a room full of people dressed like elves, hobbits, men, wizards, and ringwraiths, mind you), I don't know what is. Well... there are things not like this are are also awesome, I'm not saying this has exclusive rights to awesome, but still... hehehe. And I haven't even mentioned Gollum yet. Gollum was, well, if you know the people I know you can guess exactly who volunteered to be Gollum. In a towel. He seems to be doing better lately, which makes me happy. I don't like seeing him sad after the mess he's been through this quarter. Darn some people. (I don't know the whole story though, so I shouldn't comment).
I probably skipped out a bit earlier than I should have, but oh well. I got to see the play, and eat the ice cream. Hehe. I was hungry for real food, and felt the strange need to get some work done. Which I didn't, because I basically came back and passed out on the couch (after talking to people for a bit). And that's been my night. And it's 2:15 and it feels nothing like 2:15. I love how backwards my sleep schedule has gotten in just about two days. Darnit.
My dream... contains FMA crack. Which is weird, since I've hardly seen/thought about FMA in days. (Sad, I know). So... at the start I was in the class over in one of the larger lecture halls in the Lab Schools. The professor accidentally started this bright green chain reaction that, if left alone, would eventually destroy the universe, so he froze time in the room and ushered us all out. Afterwards he kept us all, as well as most of the rest of the university, in this large auditorium that looked a lot like the auditorium from my elementary school. He was having us practice alchemy for some reason, but I knew in some way we were there to prevent the reaction from spreading. He gave us all gloves with this strange blue array on them, and we were supposed to rub our fingers together in a clockwise direction. When I realized he was Roy Mustang I tried to set him on fire and then ran out of the building. Before he could catch me I flew away and over towards the quads. As I was flying up Ellis Ave (my dreams are oddly good at geography, sometimes) people were pointing and staring, and every time someone asked who I was someone would shush them and tell them not to draw attention to me because I was the only one whose memory hadn't been erased, the sole carrier of the memory of Hughes. Somehow I flew my kicking my legs like a dolphin. I landed underneath one of the trees and met up with some people. One of them was a slightly-older Elysia, and someone had sent her a skirt (which was exactly like the one I borrowed for today) on this strange half-mannequin. When she tried to take it off of it, though, it triggered this strange device that pricked her finger. We assumed it was poison, but she kept looking over it to see how it worked, changing the settings and waving her hand over it to see when it went off. I knew it was evil-Roy who had sent it, so I went to face off with him. We ended up facing each other in the room with the frozen reaction. I was standing in these strange attic rafters and he was throwing black holes at me. It was quite bizarre. But at least I got super powers. It's strange how I'm fine with totally creepy dreams as long as I've got super powers. I wonder what that says about my subconscious. ... it's probably best for my subconscious that I get to sleep now, huh?
I probably skipped out a bit earlier than I should have, but oh well. I got to see the play, and eat the ice cream. Hehe. I was hungry for real food, and felt the strange need to get some work done. Which I didn't, because I basically came back and passed out on the couch (after talking to people for a bit). And that's been my night. And it's 2:15 and it feels nothing like 2:15. I love how backwards my sleep schedule has gotten in just about two days. Darnit.
My dream... contains FMA crack. Which is weird, since I've hardly seen/thought about FMA in days. (Sad, I know). So... at the start I was in the class over in one of the larger lecture halls in the Lab Schools. The professor accidentally started this bright green chain reaction that, if left alone, would eventually destroy the universe, so he froze time in the room and ushered us all out. Afterwards he kept us all, as well as most of the rest of the university, in this large auditorium that looked a lot like the auditorium from my elementary school. He was having us practice alchemy for some reason, but I knew in some way we were there to prevent the reaction from spreading. He gave us all gloves with this strange blue array on them, and we were supposed to rub our fingers together in a clockwise direction. When I realized he was Roy Mustang I tried to set him on fire and then ran out of the building. Before he could catch me I flew away and over towards the quads. As I was flying up Ellis Ave (my dreams are oddly good at geography, sometimes) people were pointing and staring, and every time someone asked who I was someone would shush them and tell them not to draw attention to me because I was the only one whose memory hadn't been erased, the sole carrier of the memory of Hughes. Somehow I flew my kicking my legs like a dolphin. I landed underneath one of the trees and met up with some people. One of them was a slightly-older Elysia, and someone had sent her a skirt (which was exactly like the one I borrowed for today) on this strange half-mannequin. When she tried to take it off of it, though, it triggered this strange device that pricked her finger. We assumed it was poison, but she kept looking over it to see how it worked, changing the settings and waving her hand over it to see when it went off. I knew it was evil-Roy who had sent it, so I went to face off with him. We ended up facing each other in the room with the frozen reaction. I was standing in these strange attic rafters and he was throwing black holes at me. It was quite bizarre. But at least I got super powers. It's strange how I'm fine with totally creepy dreams as long as I've got super powers. I wonder what that says about my subconscious. ... it's probably best for my subconscious that I get to sleep now, huh?
