after one long season of waiting

Well, here goes nothing. Back downstairs for the third episode of FMA. Will I watch the dub ever again? It all depends on tonight, my friends. Wish me luck. And let's hope that sketchy gets back in time for me to sit on the phone and go "WTF?!" at her while we're watching it. Hehehehehe.

Yes.. that is right. FullMetal Archer is not a pretty girl. And my fake Japanese still sucks, but I use it for subject lines anyway because I don't feel like coming up with anything useful or descriptive of the entry or anything like that. Because my entries are about nothing, anyway. And waiting for someone to freaking scan the FMA manga is killing me! Just a little bit... because I know it came out yesterday. And no one has scanned it. And now I'm just finding myself re-reading 39 again. Because it's just that awesome. Hooray for the chapter that made me love Roy!

I am going to shut up about this now. You'd think I'd have worn myself out on all this fangirling... but no. On the less fangirly side though, so you don't all think I'm descending rather quicker into madness than I really am, I am reading actual books now. And writing! Writing lots! I will sort of disregard the fact that this writing lots has rather more to do with the fangirlishness than anything else, though...

My refrigerator is full of chicken. Really. freaking. full. of. chicken. This is because my 4th roomie has to basically cater for the RMs. And she doesn't have a kitchen. So it all lives in my fridge. I can't fit my pop in the fridge, and I'm not sure I know where much is anymore... but at least I usually get the leftovers!

OK, so obviously I have nothing to write about today. I should enjoy this week while it lasts, because I've got two midterms next week (again). Which means I can't skip Thursday's physics class or Friday's compsci, even though they're freaking boring and it's almost not worth it to go sometimes. How am I going to survive next quarter when I don't know the stuff and really do have to be in class and it's still evil and boring? Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh! If I survive this year, it's all... relatively nicer. I hope.

(Oooh, they fixed the tab-through-everything-else-in-the-world-before-the-write-message-box problem! Woo!)

So... I had one weird freaking dream last night/this morning. I'm absolutely blaming sketchyheart too, because... well, it's kind of like that dream where she told me all about how Sam Adams was going to burn my face off if I took his egg, only there was less warning here and more... well, yeah. Weird. Anyway! We were sort of... nowhere, and she's like "Here! Read this fic I wrote! It's about Mustang and Hughes!" so I pick it up and start reading it, and the last thing I hear is "Oh, it's sort of weird. Brad Pitt's in it." Then I realize wait... I never read that line about Brad Pitt. But I can see him. Wait, I am him. And then I was inside the fic in this old car with Mustang driving and Hughes giving me this really weird look. I stretched out and looked out the window, and worried that now that I knew I was too into reading the story that I'd snap out of it. And I sort of did... luckily either my mind wandered or Sketchy's fic quickly turned into me and a bunch of my high school friends wandering around the fair trying to find a ride to go on and finding out that rides cost $16 each. And I wasn't Brad Pitt anymore, which is always a good thing when it comes to dreams. WTF was Brad Pitt doing in my dream?! I can't think of a single worldly explanation of Brad Pitt being in my dream, especially being me in my dream. And most of all being in my dream with Hughes and Mustang. Holy crap, subconscious what on earth is with you? I think near the end of the dream I was wandering out of the fair and I saw the car again... so that brings consistancy. If the dream is going to have consistancy, what on earth is Brad Pitt doing in it???

This is on a totally different level of odd from the dream I had the night before last, where I got up and everyone else on the floor had giant piles of boxes of breakfast food and I didn't have any. There was a giant closet and my roomies had like, fifteen boxes of oatmeal and huge stacks of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. My solution was to go to the co-op after class and buy myself some oatmeal, of course. Hehehe. It's like some sort of subliminal message sent to me by Quaker Oats. Must remember to wear my tin foil hat to bed, now.

[Oh! And I totally forgot to mention that not only was I Brad Pitt, Brad Pitt was basically Hohenhime. What the heck is that?!]