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See? 30 Seconds To Mars: bringing families together. ^_^
Spencer also finished KH2 for me. I could have done it (the last few battles were pretty easy,) but he was there, so I figured, why not just let him finish the game that much quicker and with less fuss. It was pretty neat. Sora + Rikku forever and stuff. ;D The gayest game ever.
Then we watched some stuff on youtube (the Cloud vs. Sephiroth battle, some 30STM stuff, some funny cartoons,) and then all went to my parents' house for pizza, ice cream, and V for Vendetta. I liked it yet again. (And I hope to like it at least two more times, because Kim is coming over Thursday and I think I'll see if she wants to see it, and Brittany is coming over Friday and she definitely wants to see it. And then we're going to watch Donnie Darko, so we're doing Double Feature night.)
The kids went home today and I miss them already. I only see Spencer every few months anymore. That's one of the toughest things to deal with. Time was they were both with me at least five days of the week. I miss them every day.
Oh, I know. Right click me to download a voicemail message from Jared of 30STM. He wants everyone in the world to vote for The Kill in the music awards. The video really is deserving of an award; it's brill. He sounds very tired after an entire summer of traveling all over the creation and screaming for a few hours every night and then waiting around outside until the small hours to talk to anyone who wants to talk to him and take pictures and blahblah. AWWW, PUPPY! How can you say no? So vote!
Moving on. This morning, I was having this totally bizarre dream. I was looking out my back window and there were two moons in the sky. I wondered if maybe one of them was actually a reflection in the glass, but the clouds going across them were different. I do tend to have so many dreams involving the night sky. That's probably because I look at it every single night for a few minutes before going to bed. Sky and water fascinate the hell out of me and always have. So there I was, wondering over these two moons, when my college professor came into my house. He was dressed like V. (My subconscious is not very subtle at times.)
A little background on this particular professor: He was one of my favorites; a snarky wit who actually did know it all. He didn't suffer fools. If you were being a moron, if you were handing in stupid things, he would tell you straight out: You're being a moron, you're handing in stupid things. (I was lucky enough to have very many English / writing professors who thought that honesty was truly the most expedient policy, and if your widdle feewings got hurt, go dabble in Math or something. ;D ) He was cool because he taught us stuff that most other professors wouldn't touch. He made up a wild, extraordinary curriculum every different term. No one ever wanted to disappoint him. He was Snape-ish in some ways, though with a vivid sense of humor. Anyway, he was completely into John Wilmott as I have mentioned, and after seeing The Libertine, I sort of hunted down his email address and contacted him. I was so pleased to hear back from him a few days later on the subject. I keep thinking I want to write back to him again, but I don't like to bother him.
I owe this particular professor a lot, since he basically put me through the last two years of college by nominating me, every term, for this one HUGE English scholarship, and then making sure that I got it. The first term I had to split it with another girl (who went on to become valedictorian.) The rest of my college career, the scholarship went only to me, so no one had to pay a single penny towards my last two years of college. Basically he was a pretty big influence on me and he's been on my mind lately.
So, back to the dream. He came into my house dressed like V except without the mask and asked me if I would go for a walk, but that the walk included a lot of traveling. I told him that I wasn't too sure I should. He said:
"You want to write, don't you? Didn't you want to be a novelist? Well, your life is warm and comfortable. You are warm and comfortable. But why are you just simmering on the back burner when I know you really want to burn?"
I decided to go with him.
