Bizarre Dreams

I went to bed at eleven last night. So sue me, Darkside.

Dreamed that someone and Darkside and I were all doing something together (it happened to be at my parents' house, and we wound up on the porch of Mama's pottery shop) and Darkside was telling me about his other personality, who had a different name entirely from either Darkside or the name he usually goes by in real life. I can remember the feel of it, a strong deep bell-note in my mind, but not the actual name.

I dreamed that I was on a boat with some friends, and the sea got wavy. I felt no sea-sickness, even though I was aware that I might have gotten it in this amount of waves at some time in the past.

From the stuff tossed up on shore, someone threw me the darts that had gone overboard. Most of them were still good, but I was nervous about them landing in the rubber bottom of the inflatable boat.

Green-eyed monster

Yep, I'm getting jealous of Bald Guy. He's taken to coming in earlier than he might, and that interrupts my alone-time with Darkside. I really hate it when things interfere with that.

I really have no right to be jealous, but there it is. I have no claim on Darkside other than friendship; he's got friendship priorities that include other people than me. (That, I'm very glad of.)

Silly Azz

Came to speech class to hear Bob, the guy who likes to tie hemp, grouching about how Ashford always picks on him. To combat the situation some, I took the spoon that I'd brought for the lab in Environmental Science that hasn't happened yet, and stuck it to the end of my nose.

Ashford carried on for the whole class as if it were not there, but he didn't pick on Bob either.

I wore it into Benes' class, and he cracked up.

New Convert

Welcoming evealone (someone had already taken "Evil One") to my friends list. This is the fellow student formerly (and briefly) known as Panther.

Cast of Characters, continued

Assorted Families
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Cast of Characters, continued

School
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*giggles*

Blame iroshi, who found it in a friend's journal...

http://www.tomatonation.com/catbreath.asp

Wheeeee! Finished!

ralmathon will be running a gaming session this weekend for some con or other. Consequently, he had a lot of gaming sheets to be making up: thirty, to be precise.

He asked me, his little sister, to help him type them up. Being a dutiful and caring little sister, I accepted the task. He thankfully offered a backrub in return.

(That is to say, I was wishy-washy and teased him, asking what I got out of this. He offered a backrub and I said that maybe I would; I wasn't sure.)

I got the last of them done, and am now hanging out in the computer lab. He'll have to skim over them to make sure that I've transcribed them all correctly, but the most of the work is done. I get my backrub! Joy!

Ooooh, mind games. How fun.

Drama in the theatres is great. Drama on the street, unless it's guerilla theatre, is not great, unless it's the amusing kind.

Drama and histrionics for the purpose of fucking with the heads of friends of mine? Priceless.

I'm glad I wasn't invited to the wedding. If there will be one. I doubt there will.