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.

Soooo, for those of you who don't wait for my LJ to post my tweets at midnight;

You know that the universe is playing silly buggers around me tonight. I don't know what it is (and I'm sure there's things I'm forgetting to include) but tonight has been full of various sorts of fail, most of it ironic.

Most of it reasonably amusing. ( And cut for length, as this post got a little out of hand. )

I've now done enough babble for one night, I think; time for bed. Everyone else retired forever ago, I'm the only one left awake and it's about my bedtime. Goodnight, all. Love and kisses and well-wishes.

I am looking on Craigslist (preliminary search and all that) for (small) HOUSES.

Or 2+bdr apartments.

Within James' budget.

GYAAAHH. >.< I'm like, an ADULT NOW. And moving in with him! Soon. And OMG WHATDOIDONOWGUYS?!?!

*Flail!*

Aside from continue to gently nudge my Libra towards the actual "thinking about how this all needs to work" side of things, cause he's adorable and good with being reasonably practical but he fails a little bit at the planning things out in advance thing.

Or maybe I'm just a little over-exuberant?

I DON'T KNOW.

Capslock?! The capslock demons have eaten my brains, guys. SRSLY.

Waaauuuggghh.

Anyway. I'm trying to get ahold of him via text (why is his phone never charged or on him or.. GRAHH! Kick him and make him-- HAH. Text message!) to ask such important questions as "What exactly IS the budget?" and "What radius from your current location/job should I be looking in?" and "I really don't need to look at more than just the apartment complex you're already in, do I? But I want to anyway.."

HELP.

I'm trapped in an adult version of me and I wanna go play at the park instead. D=

I JUST DON'T KNOW. I AM SO IN DEEP SMIT. HALP.

*Waits for him to text her some more.*


By the way, guys, did I mention the bit where I feel like I've been replaced with a pod-person? I was on the phone with Zee the other day, last week sometime, and went to get my book out of the car.... and got distracted by sorting boxes in the living room, forgetting the book. WHUT. But hey, I sorted a box!

I've been slowly actually sorting my way through all the boxes I packed from Colorado and getting rid of things. Next up is cleaning out this damned rat's-nest of a room I've got, and packing up things (in a couple months I'll get to the packing, for now it's just the cleaning what needs done) to move out.

OH MI GAWD I'M MOVING OUT.

WITH JAMES.

My brain is running little rat circles. And he's being obstinate and difficult. D:<

I do not want to ask how much he makes because I'm sure I will feel sadly inferior.. but suddenly I am in charge of apartment budgeting (self appointed though it may be) and sort of budgeting for him now too since he's just admitted to me that he really isn't very good at it.

I suspected as much. He's fabulous at saving, since he doesn't generally buy expensive things, but when it comes to actually budgeting things he's a bit of a--...

Yup, the inferiority is setting in. Christ, he makes three times as much as I ever did in my little retail jobs.

COLLEGE IS NEXT PLZKTHX. So that I can (albeit eventually) pull my fair share of things.

Cause he shouldn't have to.

Even if he makes more than me.

WAUGH. FOR NOW. FOR NOW, I SAY!

I am so totally random and spazzing today.

I AM PLANNING A FUTURE WITH THIS MAN. WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?!

LIEK, SRSLY. MAKING A BUDGET.

I feel a little woozy now... somebody make me a drink!

A new drink. Because I'm not, actually, terribly fond of mimosas. So when I finish this, I shall have a peppermint hot chocolate to make me all warm and fuzzy, and return to PUTTERING and doing STUFF like sorting and budgeting and being a GROWN UP NOW ZOMG.

...I think I need to go call Em now, and spaz at her for a while. Possibly do things and stuff while I spaz.

'KAYLADY ILOVEYOU BUH-BYE!

/logout

And the child wants to return to Wonderland. Beauty in the night air, comfort from the cold, but yet the adventure awaits.

Always waiting. Follow the Cheshire Cat, and not the Rabbit, child. The Rabbit is always late, though he hurries; it'll do you no good to learn from that. Follow the magic, mind your manners, and don't forget the nursery rhymes of your youth.

Yes, those ones, no not that, you've got them all wrong, child. Speak up, speak up, you're so timid you'll never be heard in all this din. Only that Cat might hear you, sitting on your shoulder as he is.

What, you didn't notice? He weighs as much as a grin, and that's all, my dear, or didn't you know?

Sometimes, little Alice, things are not always what they seem. Smile back at the moon.


She glances at the cigarette in her hand, wonders if she's had a bit too much to drink tonight. The woman speaks to her, but the words roll over and she doesn't remember what her responses are. The edges of everything are off, the world seen through gaussian blur, except the crescent moon in the spring sky. Between the clouds, it hangs sharp edged and oddly familiar, she finds herself staring up as the woman's voice fades, and she wakes up to the sound of her blaring alarm clock. Her head is pounding in time with her heartbeat, aching and fierce, and there's a strange sense of something missing but she can't figure out what.

She writes it off as another bizarre drunken dream that she's forgotten in the early moments of waking, and goes on about her life, never knowing who she is, never knowing where she's been.


~FIN~

Hell if I know where this came from, guys. But here it is. Random ass Alice fic, about ten or fifteen minutes in the writing of it, and no editing. Happy Cheshire Moon to y'all.

*Wanders off to bed, as she has to be up before the sun for work tomorrow.*

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.

compos_dementis. Hmmm. Let's see how bad I've been. XD


1. You must answer either yes or no.
2. You must not explain unless someone asks you to.
( Clicky. )

Well that was an entertaining look at my life. Feel free to inquire.

Gakked from omnisti:
( Superhero meme )

I get paid vacation? Bwuh?

AWESOME.

So here I am, getting paid for three days of doing NOTHING this week, and I get to spend time with Niisan and everything!

This is incredibly fun. We went to wander around downtown, Pike Place, and then the arcade, where I blew twenty bucks like *snaps fingers* that. =] Back towards Westlake, before I realised I had forgotten my bag of things from the marketplace, and we had to go back and find it.

But we did, and we walked around some more, and it was just tons of fun just getting to hang out.

n.n

It's time to go watch Doctor Who now~ And have interesting conversation, and.. <3

I guess that's all I had to say. n_n

WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYY~

LAWL.

I am SO WIRED right now! I came back for the night, cutting the dancing short for the evening, because I figured crash time was a good thing, and I had a ride.

But I so didn't wanna leave the rave! And up until... just now... I was VERY AWAKE.

I thinks I'm sleepy now. Bedtime!!

LOVE YOU ALLLLLL!

Note to self: Find and add Kada and Yazoo to stalk-list (friends)!


OH YAH. I BOUGHT YAOI AND A CORSET TODAY. 8D

K, done. ♥!!

So my latest little fan-obsession: Labyrinth.

I only finally saw it fairly recently, or if I'd seen it before it was long enough ago that I don't recall seeing it.

And someone (*COUGH*Nikki*COUGH*) got "Dance, Magic, Dance" stuck in my head yesterday, and.. it hasn't left. I've been trolling the evil place of dooom (fanfiction.net) looking for decent stories, and actually found a few good ones and many tolerable ones, and some that I got halfway through a chapter of and had to shut the window.

Please, someone! Link me to good Labyrinth fic and icons! For the sake of my sanity!

I'm nearly tempted to write a piece myself, actually, but I'm not quite sure I could get their voices down well enough. It would take watching the movie a few more...

Hmmmmm.

I'm gonna go take that walk I was thinking about, and get something to eat, and then I'mma come back and curl up and watch it again on my laptop.

TTFN, y'all!

P.S. ICONS! ARRGGGGHHHHHHHH...