Best to be the Changing Water

..Peculiar violent dreams. I blame multiple sources, as at least dream number two of two involved Buffy, Faith, Joker, Harley Quinn, some other batman-universe bad girl, a horde of goblins directed by Joker, a train/subway tunnel system thing, and my ass-kickingly awesome self. Who might have been a Slayer, or a DC hero, or heaven only know what I was.

Took a bus to the terminal to meet Buffy and Faith, perhaps with some notion of showing them up by defeating Joker and his goblin hordes before they even made it to the Slayers. Realised I was on the bus with all the goblins, right about as we reached the destination, at which point I began to unleash a can of whup-ass on folk. I slashed the throat of Joker's blonde friend (Harley? Faces were blurred in the fight, and I can't quite recall) and he got all "GRAAAR NOBODY KILLS MY HARLEY" (guess it was)and then I launched off of something and stabbed him through the throat as well. The poor, now stunned-still, girl at his side I thought was actually Harl, but I'm still unclear, however I smiled at her and whispered that because I'd always loved her, she'd die a cleaner death. Which somehow involved a clean run of the blade across (through, really, I suppose..) her throat after I'd brushed a kiss over her lips.

WHY THE THROATS, GAIS? Morbid dreams, much?

Anyway, after smooching and slashing miss painted-lips (Still unsure, perhaps there were two Harleys? But this one had red hair I think, and the other was platinum blonde. Which Harl is not, exactly. Buh?) I kicked and slashed down a few goblins, and the rest disbursed rapidly in the face of my wrath, and I went to see Buffy and Faith. The Slayers were, get this, sitting around eating tasty little tartlette-pie things! Like, I dunno, some peculiar combination of fruit tart and berry shortcake. All like nothing was happening. And they were like "oh hey, wassup? Want some noms?" or Faith was anyway, and Buffy just gave me this look like "oh hai lol whut u doin there? Somethin happen?" and I was like "geez gais, was only me stabbin' Joker in the throat and killin his minions and shits for you." And they were like "oh hey, you stabbed him? So he's done nao?" and I was like "Yes, only really it's Joker so he'll be back alive later, I dunno how but he will" and then I woke up.


WHUT. SRS WHUT.

I'm gonna go take a shower, now that I've written it all out and had a cup of tea.


ETA: No, no, wait. I'd already killed Blonde (Harley?) earlier on, she was dead and for some reason known only to Joker he was hauling her around with him. And there was some other chick that I took out, I think. Or maybe it was her again? It's all blurry dream-memory. T.T I can't remember.

So I decided to get something useful accomplished today, and actually go through a few of my boxes and whatnot. Ended up choosing to sort my schoolwork box from High School (is it strange that suddenly that seems so very far away now?) and found a few precious gems of amusement therein. I don't know how I got away with some of the things I did as assignments, really, but the combination of practicality and imagination was certainly unmatched before or since. XD

In particular, I've found a few random doodles or phrases here and there, most of which I won't share because the doodles were connected to the randomness. However, there's one piece of paper that actually made me laugh out loud, in that "Dude, what the hell was I thinking, but that's funny.." sort of way.

It's labeled "Homework #10 - "Story Sketches" - 2-26-03" and there's only one item on the sheet. Directly copied, no corrections or changes made:

"1. Emily woke up hungry, but waited for French Toast to be ready, and got hungrier. She ate French Toast, and was no longer hungry. (French Toast wasn't so happy about being eaten, but that's a whole other story.)"


And here I sit, staring in a bemused fascination. What was the assignment, anyways? Where on earth did that come from? Yet it's so very me that I can't help but get a kick out of it. I felt a need to share it with y'all, as just one of those flashback moments to who I used to be, yanno?

Maybe I'll find more interesting things later. Better get back to work. *Grin.*

I have just done what might be the funniest thing in a long while.

I'm sitting here, reading SPN fic (Dean/Castiel, Mmm) and drinking my egg nog, which has a very very tiny amount of rum in it. (All of this was intended to help me get my insomniac ass to sleep, so I can get up and work tomorrow.)

And there is another glass next to mine, with about two gulps of something in it. Milk? Something. I don't know. It was KK's drink, it doesn't matter what's in it.

I moved hers behind mine so I could stop reaching past it to get my drink..

THIS WAS MY FIRST MISTAKE.

I then, reading and not looking at the glasses, picked hers up instead of mine.

And took a drink.

And promptly SPAT IT BACK INTO THE GLASS. In sheer surprise and "Woah! That's not what I was drinking!"

After which I stare for a moment at the last two gulps of a White Russian, now with my spit added, and start to laugh uncontrollably. All I can think of at that moment is Dogma, and Metatron spitting his tequila because angels aren't allowed to drink. Followed by "omg I just spit in KK's drink.."

So then, I tell my mother, because she's looking confused about my laughter.

Her reaction? "You might as well drink it now."

"Yes, since it now has my spit in it. White russian, now with SPIT."

Her screen nearly took a nice spray of water, too.

My duty here is done. And I've added the drink (with SPIT) to my egg nog.

Mmmm; kahlua, rum, and egg nog. =D With SPIT.

I'm still laughing.

And a different superhero meme...

( Read more... )

And a few more.

( Vampires and self esteem.. )

My brain just created the most convoluted and frankly interesting dream in the history of ever.

Which appears to have combined elements from Angel Sanctuary, Death Note, Firefly?, and something odd and entirely other.

( I'll tell what I can remember... )

Welcome to my wacky brain, ne.

(tags pending!)

I'm so much happier with my current jobs than I -ever- was at That Place.

Here, my weekend!boss comes and talks to me about things. Apparently, the GM has been getting on him to let someone go, because we're not making enough money (especially on the weekends) for him to keep both of the new people; me, and another guy who was hired a couple days later to fill in the gaps I couldn't. He's a student, though, and can only work afternoons/weekends. I can only work weekends.

So my boss comes to me, at my other job in the candy store (right next door, by the way), leans on my counter and says...

"You're fired."

And then he grins and tells me he's kidding, and proceeds to explain all of what's going on, and tell me that he let the other guy go because he thinks I'm a better employee, despite my more limited scheduling.

=O

I'm... what?

Well. I have been stepping up my lazy ass performance around that place. Mostly out of SHEER BOREDOM, and having SOMEONE TO TALK TO.

Which, however, I lose by keeping the job. Alas. I'll be working down in the kiosk on the street which sees little to no traffic, and little to no heater in the wintertime.

But I can have my laptop at work, there. Books, notebook, laptop, whatever. MUSIC. *Fistpump*

I think I may actually go for taking a single community coll-- oh yeah. I have to get my GED first.

So, then. I shall study for that. And then I will enroll and take a single college class, with all the time I can be using. Whee.

Well, maybe not just yet. *Sigh.* Since I can't just like, start a class in the middle of a semester, and by the time I could, I won't have as much time.

But it's a start! And I'm really glad that I was kept on, and -informed-, both about the fact that he thinks I'm a better good employee, and about the situation in general.

SO MUCH BETTER THAN MY CRAPPY FIRST JOB. ♥

I just, in the course of changing the litterboxes, discovered four vanilla sandwich cream cookies sitting on the shelf of the water-heater closet. Just... sitting there, in a row. Four of them.

We either have some anal-retentive, silent, dropping-less mice (so they're anal retentive in more ways than one then?) ... or a weird ass ghost.

Wtf, yo? We haven't even *had* vanilla sandwich cookies in *months*. I only discovered them because I ended up standing on tiptoes to replace the bucket of litter on the shelf. Which was, aside from the litter and the FOUR COOKIES, empty.

I have thrown the cookies away. And I will be keeping an eye out for anything else of that nature.

You ghosts won't fool me with that stunt again!

I'mma go take my shower now.

A conversation had with one of my friends online, concerning an.. interesting Yuri image she found. Totally NSFW. Also, if you're under 18, click the cut tag at your own risk. ( Cut for length, link, and NSFW content... )

We iz speshul. We can haz short bus? x3


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