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Holy crap have I got a lot to write about. I think I've forgotten the dream I had two nights ago that I meant to write down before I went to bed last night, because it was another of those long, epic, and very strange ones. So, now my dream from last night sits fragmented on my mind, causing me to go wtf a bit more than usual. Since... it was the FMA movie. Only not. At all. And also involved getting my sister to Chicago. And something with someone's birthday party where I was trying to watch over these three kids who kept sneaking crack because we wouldn't let them drink.
Apparently the FMA movie was mostly about how Havoc's father was a magician (who looked like a younger Dumbledore) and how Havoc wanted revenge on Hughes for making his life confusing. He had all these giant plastic figures of the rest of the military that he shot at. Well, shot at targets around them. And then he freaked out and smashed all of them but Hughes' plastic head remained and... well, it was all very strange. His father kept appearing and repairing everything with his wand whenever Havoc broke something. And I think![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sketchyheart was watching it with me, because I remember trying to explain to someone when it was that they'd mentioned that Havoc's father was "some kind of magician or something." Oh, and we had the program. Which was thick and inexplicably translated into English (since we were watching the raw), and told us how someone was going to use Human Transmutation to bring Hughes back. Somehow the movie ended without mentioning Germany once. And we discovered that there was going to be a fourth season that takes place after the movie, which for some reason made us mad. (All right, I'd probably be mad if the series kept going). Then after the movie we wandered out onto this beach and then into this big... warehouse sort of thing and things were a bit like Xenosaga for a moment. chaos was there, but he might've been my sister. Then there was the babysitting, and I had to leave to pick my sister up at the airport. I was afraid of taking her home on public transportation since it was already 7 or 8 at night and was going to be dark soon. So I wanted my parents to come, but it would take them 8 hours to get there, so I stuck her on this escalator and told her to wait... which she did, but stepping backwards every few seconds so she didn't go anywhere. Oh, and somehow the airport was on the red line. Ahh, I wish I could remember more of this properly, but it's not working out yet. Hehehe. There was something about a used bookstore, too...
So... yesterday. Yesterday was an adventure. I got up, sat around online for a while (much like I am now, only I was up earlier. The only reason I was up earlier was because... well, I should've been up at 10:30 today, but somehow I rolled over and when I opened my eyes again it was 11:30. Huh. Oh, and I had a rain shift yesterday that I knew I'd never be called in on, even if new movies were starting. I've got no idea why I was ever scheduled for it, but... oh well. It got me out of bed).Hughes got molested by Kimbley and then my sister got up, and took a shower. Which meant another hour or so of sitting online playing around. Then around 2:30ish we decided it was time to go practice driving, and somehow sketchyheart got dragged along too. It wasn't long before utter frustration proved to use that umbrellas and ice scrapers are not tall enough to serve as poles in the cones. Plus we needed gas, so instead of doing something logical like getting it nearby, I drove everyone back to my house and got my dad's bank card (hooray for not paying for gas) and some random sticks to put in the cones so they could be seen. (I was very proud of myself that I could still do the maneuverability thing, even though I haven't attempted it for four years now. Though, if I couldn't still do it I'd be in deep trouble, because that'd mean that I probably shouldn't have my license anymore). Then we got gas and icees and I think some random guy made a snide pervy comment about my shirt (all right, I wasn't planning on doing anything besides standing in the sun yesterday, so what if I was wearing spaghetti straps?) that disturbed me. Then we went back to the high school and they did the cones for a bit longer. They got a little squished but... that happens. At least I didn't reduce anyone to tears like Driver's-Ed Lady. I also noticed that the cone marks in the parking lot there are waymuch crooked. That's probably to everyone's advantage though, because in theory then it'd be easier to pass the test since they'll be straight. Yay!
After all that trauma we went to Walgreens and I debated ordering the pizza, since I had no idea if my dad was still at home or not. Then we decided to waste some time in Boardman, so we went to the used CD store. I had my list of bands with me, but of course they didn't have any of them because all of those CDs are awesome, so who'd ever sell them? (That, and a lot of them are probably CDs that pretty much no one around here owns). I ordered pizza after much wondering as to which kind it is we usually get, and I defaulted to what I always had to order my senior year. That wasn't ages ago or anything. Then we randomly went into the video game store to look around, and my sister and I decided unconsciously to check for Lunar, though we knew that they weren't supposed to have it. And they did. And it was much less than $50, so I bought it for her. I'm pretty sure I've done that many, many more times than necessary, and I think I've only actually been paid back once, but that's okay. Someday I'll get to play them, and it'll make up for it. So, my sister left the game store exceedingly happy, claiming that she had gained a place among the gods for finding Xenogears, Lunar, and Valkyrie Profile or something (these have, of course, been collected over several years). So I drove over to the pizza place and we discovered that it'd probably only been about ten minutes since I'd ordered the pizza, so we went over to the craft store to wander around. And while I was looking at turtle-sized hats and wondering what was wrong with my mind,sketchyheart and my sister found a bunch of really creepy doll parts and decided they'd melt them together. There were doll heads on sticks and dolls with spikes in the bottom and... well, general creepy. And there was this row of little plastic babies with moving eyes that didn't have a barcode or a price, and they bought them anyway... so we took them to the checkout and of course they had no idea what they were supposed to cost. I think we probably scared the poor check-out girl, but at least she'll have an interesting story to tell, about the three crazy girls buying creepy doll-parts and the "Price check on the row of babies." We'll neglect all the Silent Hill references, and things about them being cursed, which somehow turned into a conversation about Harry Potter and the six hours worth of anime I still need to watch. Yay. Then our pizza was ready, so we went home and ate for a bit.
After a bit of debate as to what it was we wanted to be doing, I ended up in the manga section of Barnes and Noble skimming over volume 2 of the FMA manga, wonderng if Hughes had always been that snarky. And then oohing over pretty pictures in the FMA-2 guidebook thing while my sister repeatedly asked me if Ed was Raichu. I think we broke Sketchy at this point, as I was pointing and talking while my sister was trying to explain the awesomeness of Ayn Rand. At least she didn't splode before we got to the end of the guide, or else I would've had to deal with all the scary polygon-Armstrongs by myself.
After that we wandered back to Sketchy's house and I hijacked her computer for a bit and left some rather long comments to people in random places while her brothers attempted to beat me with "ninja french fries." Actually, they were rather successful with the french fries. Then I got killed a few times by her youngest brother and we decided that we should watch "Wizard People, Dear Readers." It was absolutely freaking hilarious, and scarring at the same time because, holy balls, I don't think I'll be able to watch that movie again. Hahahaha.
So, I didn't get to watch my six hours of shows, but I did get to have cake. And my sister probably wouldn't have appreciated Holland's fashion-sense as much as me, anyway. Oooh, and for a while we were distracted by the history ofsketchyheart's art... which was quite amusing. The one from sixth grade made me feel slightly better about my sketchbook... then I realized that I was twenty. And.. yeah. Hehehe.
And that was my day! Of course, this will be edited about five times, and probably put under a cut in about two minutes when I look at this posted and go "Holy balls, this is long!"
Apparently the FMA movie was mostly about how Havoc's father was a magician (who looked like a younger Dumbledore) and how Havoc wanted revenge on Hughes for making his life confusing. He had all these giant plastic figures of the rest of the military that he shot at. Well, shot at targets around them. And then he freaked out and smashed all of them but Hughes' plastic head remained and... well, it was all very strange. His father kept appearing and repairing everything with his wand whenever Havoc broke something. And I think
sketchyheart was watching it with me, because I remember trying to explain to someone when it was that they'd mentioned that Havoc's father was "some kind of magician or something." Oh, and we had the program. Which was thick and inexplicably translated into English (since we were watching the raw), and told us how someone was going to use Human Transmutation to bring Hughes back. Somehow the movie ended without mentioning Germany once. And we discovered that there was going to be a fourth season that takes place after the movie, which for some reason made us mad. (All right, I'd probably be mad if the series kept going). Then after the movie we wandered out onto this beach and then into this big... warehouse sort of thing and things were a bit like Xenosaga for a moment. So... yesterday. Yesterday was an adventure. I got up, sat around online for a while (much like I am now, only I was up earlier. The only reason I was up earlier was because... well, I should've been up at 10:30 today, but somehow I rolled over and when I opened my eyes again it was 11:30. Huh. Oh, and I had a rain shift yesterday that I knew I'd never be called in on, even if new movies were starting. I've got no idea why I was ever scheduled for it, but... oh well. It got me out of bed).
sketchyheart got dragged along too. It wasn't long before utter frustration proved to use that umbrellas and ice scrapers are not tall enough to serve as poles in the cones. Plus we needed gas, so instead of doing something logical like getting it nearby, I drove everyone back to my house and got my dad's bank card (hooray for not paying for gas) and some random sticks to put in the cones so they could be seen. (I was very proud of myself that I could still do the maneuverability thing, even though I haven't attempted it for four years now. Though, if I couldn't still do it I'd be in deep trouble, because that'd mean that I probably shouldn't have my license anymore). Then we got gas and icees and I think some random guy made a snide pervy comment about my shirt (all right, I wasn't planning on doing anything besides standing in the sun yesterday, so what if I was wearing spaghetti straps?) that disturbed me. Then we went back to the high school and they did the cones for a bit longer. They got a little squished but... that happens. At least I didn't reduce anyone to tears like Driver's-Ed Lady. I also noticed that the cone marks in the parking lot there are waymuch crooked. That's probably to everyone's advantage though, because in theory then it'd be easier to pass the test since they'll be straight. Yay!After all that trauma we went to Walgreens and I debated ordering the pizza, since I had no idea if my dad was still at home or not. Then we decided to waste some time in Boardman, so we went to the used CD store. I had my list of bands with me, but of course they didn't have any of them because all of those CDs are awesome, so who'd ever sell them? (That, and a lot of them are probably CDs that pretty much no one around here owns). I ordered pizza after much wondering as to which kind it is we usually get, and I defaulted to what I always had to order my senior year. That wasn't ages ago or anything. Then we randomly went into the video game store to look around, and my sister and I decided unconsciously to check for Lunar, though we knew that they weren't supposed to have it. And they did. And it was much less than $50, so I bought it for her. I'm pretty sure I've done that many, many more times than necessary, and I think I've only actually been paid back once, but that's okay. Someday I'll get to play them, and it'll make up for it. So, my sister left the game store exceedingly happy, claiming that she had gained a place among the gods for finding Xenogears, Lunar, and Valkyrie Profile or something (these have, of course, been collected over several years). So I drove over to the pizza place and we discovered that it'd probably only been about ten minutes since I'd ordered the pizza, so we went over to the craft store to wander around. And while I was looking at turtle-sized hats and wondering what was wrong with my mind,
sketchyheart and my sister found a bunch of really creepy doll parts and decided they'd melt them together. There were doll heads on sticks and dolls with spikes in the bottom and... well, general creepy. And there was this row of little plastic babies with moving eyes that didn't have a barcode or a price, and they bought them anyway... so we took them to the checkout and of course they had no idea what they were supposed to cost. I think we probably scared the poor check-out girl, but at least she'll have an interesting story to tell, about the three crazy girls buying creepy doll-parts and the "Price check on the row of babies." We'll neglect all the Silent Hill references, and things about them being cursed, which somehow turned into a conversation about Harry Potter and the six hours worth of anime I still need to watch. Yay. Then our pizza was ready, so we went home and ate for a bit.After a bit of debate as to what it was we wanted to be doing, I ended up in the manga section of Barnes and Noble skimming over volume 2 of the FMA manga, wonderng if Hughes had always been that snarky. And then oohing over pretty pictures in the FMA-2 guidebook thing while my sister repeatedly asked me if Ed was Raichu. I think we broke Sketchy at this point, as I was pointing and talking while my sister was trying to explain the awesomeness of Ayn Rand. At least she didn't splode before we got to the end of the guide, or else I would've had to deal with all the scary polygon-Armstrongs by myself.
After that we wandered back to Sketchy's house and I hijacked her computer for a bit and left some rather long comments to people in random places while her brothers attempted to beat me with "ninja french fries." Actually, they were rather successful with the french fries. Then I got killed a few times by her youngest brother and we decided that we should watch "Wizard People, Dear Readers." It was absolutely freaking hilarious, and scarring at the same time because, holy balls, I don't think I'll be able to watch that movie again. Hahahaha.
So, I didn't get to watch my six hours of shows, but I did get to have cake. And my sister probably wouldn't have appreciated Holland's fashion-sense as much as me, anyway. Oooh, and for a while we were distracted by the history of
sketchyheart's art... which was quite amusing. The one from sixth grade made me feel slightly better about my sketchbook... then I realized that I was twenty. And.. yeah. Hehehe. And that was my day! Of course, this will be edited about five times, and probably put under a cut in about two minutes when I look at this posted and go "Holy balls, this is long!"
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i might implode. haha.
stupid ayn rand.
:)
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...I think.
Maybe you just become immune to the urges to implode, because you know she'd take too much pleasure out of it.
...... *ponders*
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I'm afraid... those are thick!Can you believe that the library didn't have any of the books I was looking for today? How can the entire system have only three copies of 1984 and Catch-22? And at either totally obscure libraries that are not only far away, but in places I don't know how to get to, or checked out/missing. So strange...Your implosion upon meeting my sister raises all sorts of strange questions. I mean, since we are basically the same person, what will happen to me? At least implosion isn't as messy as explosion... And, since we are basically the same person, why haven't I imploded? Or perhaps I have, and I haven't noticed? Or maybe I can't, because I share some genes with her, and that acts as a shield, but if I wasn't related to her and I met her, I'd implode...
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And oh geez, I have to go back and actually read your dream now, since I see mentions of havoc and my name and other crazy stuff.
(Is Havoc's father Isaac? ;D)
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I think I would've been even more freaked out if Isaac had ended up in my dream. I mean, I've only seen three episodes of him.
Havoc's father looks more like... more like how I imagine Lord Asriel would have looked at 70. Or a young Dumbledore.. ^_^