One Entry a Day... This is going to be long.

[evilhippo]

Oh dear. On the plus side of all this, I've been social lately. I can blame that on a lot of things, though. It's more of an effect from me being ahead on my homework. By days. I have two papers due next week... that I'm going to start on tonight. Because I have nothing else to do. But that doesn't mean you don't have anything to do, so I'll divide this entry up with cuts to make life easier on your friends list.

Computer woes!----
It's scaring the crap out of me right now that my computer is silent. Silent. Sure, the weird whirring is still there if I put my ear to the pineapple sticker (which is an apple sticker with a sticker that says "pineapple" on top of it). But it's not vibrating. It's not sounding sad. I have to send it off tomorrow and I don't want to!!!! ... !!!!!!!! I know it's sick. It's running very slowly, and making weird noises usually, but I still don't want to part with it for any long period of time. And it bothers me that, even like this, my computer is faster than most of the ones I've used in its place as long as I go easy on it. What if they do make it worse when I send it away? What if they send it back and tell me nothing is actually wrong with it? None of the hard drive diagnostic tools I've run have turned anything up. There's just the noise... I don't know what to do! If things aren't seriously wrong I don't want to part with my baby! It's been good to me for three years, and I don't want its brain erased because of my foolishness! But... I mean... if it was devious spyware it'd be worrying my CPU percentage, too, and that's totally normal. And things are handled by the RAM fine, which is why I can still run things minimally. Ahhh, I'm so worried about this poor thing.

A Dream----
I guess I should mention first that this dream, unlike most of mine, for some reason decided to switch back and forth between first and third person point of view. It's weird enough that I usually dream in third person, but actually switching probably makes it worse. To start this out, my mom and I were on this street leading down a hill towards these studio lots. I don't remember if we were in a car, or a bus, or walking, but I was on my way to start filming for this movie I'd been cast in. (It starred Brad Pitt and Matt Damon, and I can totally explain Brad Pitt this time because I was explaining the first Brad Pitt dream to solitaryjane a few days ago, and there's a magazine that mentions both of them under my coffee table.) But we first walked back a warehouse where they were filming a music video for some American Idol winner (that may or may not have been Clay Aiken, I don't exactly remember, but even if he was involved, it was definitely bad hip hop-type music). I got sidetracked because everyone had been talking about how much bluescreen work they'd be doing for it, and so I wandered over to take a look at it because I was curious. There were a ton of really made-up girls who looked like they were made of plastic, and the director was a real jerk. Usually people in my dreams are not real enough to be real jerks to me, so this was really, really weird. He refused to let me look at the tech setup they had for the bluescreens, because he was afraid I was going to start messing around with it. (You know, it just occured to me how cool it'd be if my brain was neat enough for this to have been a massive computer reference. Sure, the jerky director might be tech support, but somehow I doubt the bluescreens were really a metaphor for the BSOD-type.) I decided that the best sort of revenge would be to make him see how cool I was, and convince him that he actually needed me to be in the video. I went into the back to talk to my mom, and she was standing in this random produce section. I talked to her for a second about something, probably wanting to be in the music video now, then went back out by the screens. I picked up this golden shovel and started twirling it around, and his assistant director, who was female and inexplicably in a lab coat (I'm almost certain she's a copy of the mental image I had of the female assistant from the Kitten Ray screenplay from last quarter) just sort of stared at me, but this convinced the director that he might need me. So he offered to let me work on it if I promised that I wouldn't go film the movie. I tried to figure out if there was a way to do both because, as I told my mom, it'd be cool to be in the music video because it'd be on MTV and more people would see me, but in the end I knew the movie wouldn't suck nearly as much as the video, and in the end it'd mean more (for my career? I dunno). She'd already volunteered to help with the video or something, though, so she was sorting these vegetables. She had to find garlic, and all there was was this strange "Chinese garlic" that was sort of... geometric, and it had a lot more roots than it needed that were separate from the bulbs. It was in this thing of water with "ginger", which was also rather geometric, and the only reason I knew it was ginger was because I could smell and taste it. So I told my mom that I'd rather do the movie, and walked out of the back into the lot... which turned out to be this big open department store where I met up with both of my roomies. One was trying on makeup, and I was playing with all these multi-coloured loose eyeshadow powder things they had. I thought maybe I'd try some on, but then I looked at myself in the mirror and decided that I wouldn't be able to wash it off, so I didn't. (I can't sort this part out. My roomie's always shopping for makeup, and that makes sense, but the mirror must be significant, because I never look in them in dreams.) Then I looked around at all the people sitting around this big circular cosmetics counter and noticed one guy who was dressed as Vash the Stampede. I turned to my right, and jabberwockeyes was standing there, and in front of her was a pair of tinted orange glasses that clearly belonged to Vash, though they had these big, super-magnifying goggle-like things over them. I held them up anyway, and asked if anyone around had misplaced them, so Vash came up to me, thanked me, and took them. Then I wandered off and ended up in this grocery store (well separate by now from the random music video produce section with geometric foods). There was this big group of people in one of the aisle, and I sort of knew them, so I walked up to them, and they were talking about some sort of costuming thing going on, then I turned around and there were these two guys in these really elabourate costumes that were supposed to be these two really rare dinosaur Zords from the first season of Power Rangers. The two guys were... sort of like a cross between Bulk and Skull and Jay and Silent Bob, if that helps (this is important later, too). Everyone was talking about how insanely cool that was, and I went off to research how they'd done it. Somehow I ended up with a similar costume that was actually two long-necked dinosaurs, though the mask was really hard to see out of. I ran around the store with the for a while, then the shorter of the two put down this cane (which was really a piece of wood) and I decided it'd be funny if I slid down into it like I was sliding into a base and knocked it out from under him. However, I didn't realize that the taller guy was handing him cartons of ice cream and he was holding a tower of them, so I knocked the top few out of his hands and onto the floor. He yelled at me for being immature, and told the taller guy to pick up the one that'd fallen and melt it so they could pour it out for the other guy who hadn't been able to make it. We all took our costumes off, and the shorter guy, who turned out to be Kevin Smith, lectured me on how to know when doing something stupid like that was cool, and when it wasn't. Some random other guy (who was not melting the ice cream) told me that it would have worked if I'd been thinner, so while the tall guy (who was not Jason Lee. I have no idea who he was) started pouring ice cream libations, I lifted up my shirt high enough to show my stomach and explained that I wasn't that fat. Someone said that I was indeed thinner than I looked (wtf??), but said that I'd come in with too much speed, and that's why it was bad. I blamed this on the costume, and slid past the freezer section again to demonstrate that I had more control when I could see. I think at some point I figured out that Kevin Smith was directing the movie I was supposed to be in, too.

Phew. So, there was a little more after that that may have included a laundromat and some sort of beanstalk... and Izumi. But I don't remember it well enough to put into words. Plus I've got this itching thought that there was a dream before this that was entirely cel-shaded, because I woke up from it and thought that was worth noting to myself. I should've wrote it down next to the random plot bunny that I jotted down at three last night in the total dark. But anyway... there you have it. My epic, vaguely sensical dream.

And a tiny FMA-related rant that concerns none of you, because you're sane----
Oh, and fm_alchemist? Just because the occasional bit of official art puts them together doesn't make them canon. In fact, maybe, after a bit of thought, that's meant to be your valentine. Oh look, two bishies for you on Valentine's day. It's not their fault your first thought is "Let's make the two parts of my gift have sex!" Goshdarnit, people. I've kept my proclamations of the canon subtext invoked by the sixth DVD cover mostly quiet, give me a little space here!