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If this computer randomly restarts on me one more time, it's going to take a lot of effort not to throw it out the window or set it on fire or something. Which is a very, very bad thing... since it's not mine. (I love my computer too much to ever threaten it like that, and I hope it comes back soon so I can give it a big hug and we can get back to our happy life together. Long distance relationships don't work for me, and I'm jealous that it gets to be in California, even though it was in the equivalent of the hospital. If it doesn't come back to me tomorrow, I'm going to be even more strung out than I already am.)
I've been really... meh this weekend. Under-the-weather, but not-quite-sick since Thursday, pretty much. And I have no patience for real people. It's really bad. I don't know what's with me, and I want it to stop, because I don't like being so anti-social. I think I'm just worn-out. To make it better, my mom decided to harass me about grad school this morning. Yay. Because I've had such a great time in higher education so far. Sigh. Like I even need to have to worry about that, too, right now.
I've also had some really, really weird dreams lately. Friday's was probably the weirdest, since it... well, I might as well just tell it. It started out in this large theatre that was a lot like Max Palevsky Cinema (where they show Doc films, ja?). Only it belonged to my high school, and all my freshmen were putting on a production of that cursed Scottish play whose name I don't like to say. I think![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
becada422 was directing, and if she wasn't, she was at least there for the curtain call. I was supposed to be doing sound for it, but they told me at the last minute and I had no idea what to do. So I sat down and watched dress rehearsal so I could hear what I was going to do with sound... because I was also in the sound booth doing the sound. Somehow. Thinking about that one hurts my brain a bit too much. I think for most of the show I was more aware of being in the audience, except when I decided to play Yellow Submarine for the curtain call. Then I got up, walked past my senior-year English teacher, and went up to the sound booth where I mucked around for a bit, then started putting together some weird blue lego-like ladder... at which point I became really aware of the fact that I was dreaming, but believed fervently at the same time that I really needed to get back to working on the production. And so I let myself "wake up" a bit and then went downstairs to change the sign outside the theatre to something weird that avoided mentioning the real name of the play. Before I got all the way out, though, I had to pass through this room full of all these weird caveman clones. They were wearing striped shirts, and that's how I knew they weren't on my team (because my team was a mix of plain and tiny polka-dots). I had two little straight pins, and in order to get past them I had to jab them with them... because apparently they were afraid of pins. They were all sort of confused until I jabbed them... and then they were terrified. That's about all I remember anymore, but for some reason, that reminds me of Thursday's, which might have been weirder.
I was showing my dad around downtown Chicago, and we got on this weird mass transit thing that was kind of like the subway, only it had an open car, like a big roller coaster. He sat down a few seats in front of me, and I ended up sitting next to this young girl, probably about fifteen, who was lost and looking for a bookstore. I figured I'd seen a fair number of the weirder ones in Chicago, and offered to help it. It turns out she was looking for Powell's, which is down on 57th street (though I claimed it was 55th in the dream. Which is a minor offense considering I also spent a good deal of time insisting we were heading north, even though we were going from downtown to Hyde Park). I knew it was hard to get from this line to Hyde Park, so I offered to how her the way, even though my dad and I were supposedly going somewhere else. We had to get off in this weird neighbourhood that was mostly orange-ish and, even though it reminded me a lot of Pittsburgh, it was apparently hosting some sort of Mardi Gras celebration. The girl had this weird map that was too small to show Hyde Park, but it changed as you moved down the street, so I tried to head in the general direction we needed to go in, hoping I'd eventually be able to see Garfield St. (which sort of turns into 55th street a bit before the university). I ended up lost under all sorts of bridges, though (kind of like what happens in real Pittsburgh), and then realized that my dad had disappeared. As soon as I decided to call him, though, he came walking down a ramp out of a nearby building holding his own phone. My mom showed up a bit later, and we all decided that we'd head off towards Hyde Park together. I assume the girl was still in tow, though I don't really remember seeing her after this. We went off down the street and soon discovered that they only way across this one bridge was through this strange giant haunted house. At some point, Roy Mustang ended up following us, which I thought was quite cool, considering we were going to need someone who could fight... since we were going to go through a haunted house and all. We went inside, and all the ceilings were really low, and most of the hallways were half-full of plastic toys that we had to wade through. We eventually ended up in the attic, which was so dark we had to have Roy light a fire. Then, as I went ahead of everyone and looked for a way out onto the bridge, I got caught in this really strange array/trap and woke up. Which was... weird, really. And Roy hasn't shown up in my dreams in forever. But, if we're following the military theme, there's also this afternoon's dream.
Which was like a normal dream for a while, because it was just me walking alone down this long, long hallway. Then this guy who I vaguely knew came up beside me and we started talking, and gradually the hallway gained more detail. After a while, there were doors and every once in a while someone would walk across the hallway. It took me a second, then I noticed they were all in Amestris military uniforms. I stopped and stared at one of them after he passed, and the guy next to me laughed. I looked over at him and realized he was wearing one, too, which I thought was really cool. And for a while here, too, I was aware that I was dreaming, then we reached the end of the hallway and the exit to the building. We stood between the two sets of door and the guy turned to me and asked me how'd I'd gotten such a high rank. I gave him sort of a weird look and felt my epaulettes to figure out what it was, trying to remember the number of stars each rank was. (I also remember, being semi-aware of the dream, hoping my subconscious knew better than to make me into too much of a Sue, and I imagine I would've woken up had I been ranked higher than Roy or so.) He told me that I had a five-pointed star, which was rare except in the higher ranks, then handed me a sheet of paper with a list of ranks on it. Under the picture matching my epaulette was something along the lines of Warrant Officer, with some stipulation about being watched closely for promotion. I told the guy something about that being the standard rank for someone with a decent college education. Then I walked out onto the street and started reminiscing about the strange system they'd used to figure out who actually got to join the military... which involved fighting Mary Sues. The one I'd faught was named W.A.T.E.R and the Lilly (apparently, all the Sues had names like this, and they were more like their own species). The idea at the academy was to pair one person with this other species, and have them be their most trusted friend, then force them to defeat them. I hadn't felt that bad, though, because apparently Water-Lilly and I hadn't been that close, even though I'd followed the rules enough that she was the only one that'd known where I was going. (This came up in reference to the guy who I'd been with... who might have been Breda, now that I think about it... wtf.) Then I walked out into this field where they were having some sort of celebration that was set up basically like halftime. Luckily, since I'd managed a higher rank than most of the graudates, all I had to do was march in a straight line towards he back of the field rather than spin around in circles with long purple ribbons like some of the NCOs. It was basically... well, it looked like some sort of screwed up halftime show, really.
Honestly? There really isn't much of a reason for that many cuts there. But I was bored. Aaand, now that I've gotten all of those down, I think I'll go try to get a little more homework done, so I don't feel like I've done absolutely nothing this weekend. (Though technically I've already finished most of my reading for tomorrow.)
I've been really... meh this weekend. Under-the-weather, but not-quite-sick since Thursday, pretty much. And I have no patience for real people. It's really bad. I don't know what's with me, and I want it to stop, because I don't like being so anti-social. I think I'm just worn-out. To make it better, my mom decided to harass me about grad school this morning. Yay. Because I've had such a great time in higher education so far. Sigh. Like I even need to have to worry about that, too, right now.
I've also had some really, really weird dreams lately. Friday's was probably the weirdest, since it... well, I might as well just tell it. It started out in this large theatre that was a lot like Max Palevsky Cinema (where they show Doc films, ja?). Only it belonged to my high school, and all my freshmen were putting on a production of that cursed Scottish play whose name I don't like to say. I think
becada422 was directing, and if she wasn't, she was at least there for the curtain call. I was supposed to be doing sound for it, but they told me at the last minute and I had no idea what to do. So I sat down and watched dress rehearsal so I could hear what I was going to do with sound... because I was also in the sound booth doing the sound. Somehow. Thinking about that one hurts my brain a bit too much. I think for most of the show I was more aware of being in the audience, except when I decided to play Yellow Submarine for the curtain call. Then I got up, walked past my senior-year English teacher, and went up to the sound booth where I mucked around for a bit, then started putting together some weird blue lego-like ladder... at which point I became really aware of the fact that I was dreaming, but believed fervently at the same time that I really needed to get back to working on the production. And so I let myself "wake up" a bit and then went downstairs to change the sign outside the theatre to something weird that avoided mentioning the real name of the play. Before I got all the way out, though, I had to pass through this room full of all these weird caveman clones. They were wearing striped shirts, and that's how I knew they weren't on my team (because my team was a mix of plain and tiny polka-dots). I had two little straight pins, and in order to get past them I had to jab them with them... because apparently they were afraid of pins. They were all sort of confused until I jabbed them... and then they were terrified. That's about all I remember anymore, but for some reason, that reminds me of Thursday's, which might have been weirder. I was showing my dad around downtown Chicago, and we got on this weird mass transit thing that was kind of like the subway, only it had an open car, like a big roller coaster. He sat down a few seats in front of me, and I ended up sitting next to this young girl, probably about fifteen, who was lost and looking for a bookstore. I figured I'd seen a fair number of the weirder ones in Chicago, and offered to help it. It turns out she was looking for Powell's, which is down on 57th street (though I claimed it was 55th in the dream. Which is a minor offense considering I also spent a good deal of time insisting we were heading north, even though we were going from downtown to Hyde Park). I knew it was hard to get from this line to Hyde Park, so I offered to how her the way, even though my dad and I were supposedly going somewhere else. We had to get off in this weird neighbourhood that was mostly orange-ish and, even though it reminded me a lot of Pittsburgh, it was apparently hosting some sort of Mardi Gras celebration. The girl had this weird map that was too small to show Hyde Park, but it changed as you moved down the street, so I tried to head in the general direction we needed to go in, hoping I'd eventually be able to see Garfield St. (which sort of turns into 55th street a bit before the university). I ended up lost under all sorts of bridges, though (kind of like what happens in real Pittsburgh), and then realized that my dad had disappeared. As soon as I decided to call him, though, he came walking down a ramp out of a nearby building holding his own phone. My mom showed up a bit later, and we all decided that we'd head off towards Hyde Park together. I assume the girl was still in tow, though I don't really remember seeing her after this. We went off down the street and soon discovered that they only way across this one bridge was through this strange giant haunted house. At some point, Roy Mustang ended up following us, which I thought was quite cool, considering we were going to need someone who could fight... since we were going to go through a haunted house and all. We went inside, and all the ceilings were really low, and most of the hallways were half-full of plastic toys that we had to wade through. We eventually ended up in the attic, which was so dark we had to have Roy light a fire. Then, as I went ahead of everyone and looked for a way out onto the bridge, I got caught in this really strange array/trap and woke up. Which was... weird, really. And Roy hasn't shown up in my dreams in forever. But, if we're following the military theme, there's also this afternoon's dream.
Which was like a normal dream for a while, because it was just me walking alone down this long, long hallway. Then this guy who I vaguely knew came up beside me and we started talking, and gradually the hallway gained more detail. After a while, there were doors and every once in a while someone would walk across the hallway. It took me a second, then I noticed they were all in Amestris military uniforms. I stopped and stared at one of them after he passed, and the guy next to me laughed. I looked over at him and realized he was wearing one, too, which I thought was really cool. And for a while here, too, I was aware that I was dreaming, then we reached the end of the hallway and the exit to the building. We stood between the two sets of door and the guy turned to me and asked me how'd I'd gotten such a high rank. I gave him sort of a weird look and felt my epaulettes to figure out what it was, trying to remember the number of stars each rank was. (I also remember, being semi-aware of the dream, hoping my subconscious knew better than to make me into too much of a Sue, and I imagine I would've woken up had I been ranked higher than Roy or so.) He told me that I had a five-pointed star, which was rare except in the higher ranks, then handed me a sheet of paper with a list of ranks on it. Under the picture matching my epaulette was something along the lines of Warrant Officer, with some stipulation about being watched closely for promotion. I told the guy something about that being the standard rank for someone with a decent college education. Then I walked out onto the street and started reminiscing about the strange system they'd used to figure out who actually got to join the military... which involved fighting Mary Sues. The one I'd faught was named W.A.T.E.R and the Lilly (apparently, all the Sues had names like this, and they were more like their own species). The idea at the academy was to pair one person with this other species, and have them be their most trusted friend, then force them to defeat them. I hadn't felt that bad, though, because apparently Water-Lilly and I hadn't been that close, even though I'd followed the rules enough that she was the only one that'd known where I was going. (This came up in reference to the guy who I'd been with... who might have been Breda, now that I think about it... wtf.) Then I walked out into this field where they were having some sort of celebration that was set up basically like halftime. Luckily, since I'd managed a higher rank than most of the graudates, all I had to do was march in a straight line towards he back of the field rather than spin around in circles with long purple ribbons like some of the NCOs. It was basically... well, it looked like some sort of screwed up halftime show, really.
Honestly? There really isn't much of a reason for that many cuts there. But I was bored. Aaand, now that I've gotten all of those down, I think I'll go try to get a little more homework done, so I don't feel like I've done absolutely nothing this weekend. (Though technically I've already finished most of my reading for tomorrow.)
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