dreams and funny stuff and issues

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Last night was lots of fun: The Gold Dragon took me out for a belated birthday thing and we went to Digger's. We ended up having drinks (although just cranberry juice for me since I drove) and mozzarella sticks and staying till closing. And yes, I took the day off school today. :) So we just talked about sun moon stars rain (read: Kung Fu, school, work, movies, friends, Family Guy, etc.) and at one point I had a moment when he said, “Let's have a toast” and I figured he'd say like, “To Kung Fu” or “To Jackie Chan!” or something but instead he said, “To your Dad, who's always with you.”

Anyway, we're going to hit up Darkside tomorrow once I'm home from work and he's done taking his nephew to a party. (I have to remind myself to go to work tomorrow. God, why do I feel like I'm going to forget?) My costume RULES and I'm so glad we get to do something awesome tomorrow. Halloween means a lot to me.

Last night I was so thirsty after all the mozzarella sticks that I couldn't sleep, or maybe it had to do with the ton of Halloween candy I ate, too. Anyway, I was up nearly all night just thinking about random stupid things. Once in a while I was able to get to sleep but then I only had really bizarre dreams.

A few times a year I dream about seeing Taking Back Sunday live, (which I have done frequently and with great joy in the past,) and in the dreams something supernatural is always going on in those dreams. For instance, in one of them, they were at a vampire baby shower. In another, Adam Lazzara was a werewolf and kept shorting the electricity during the concert by chewing on the cords.

In last night's Taking Back Sunday concert dream, the show took place in a kind of college (not surprising I guess) and there were tons of floors from which you could watch the show from behind a glass partition. My seat was way high up. I could see the show very well but could not hear it, thus defeating the purpose. The guitarist (Matt Fazzi, great dude btw) pointed to me and said something, but I couldn't hear him so I had to read his lips and he said something like, “Aren't you that girl from the online journal?” I thought, “Wow, how does he know that?”

I looked at the person beside me and saw that she had turned into a black and white version of herself. Apart from that, she was also getting smaller and wasn't moving. For some reason I looked at the guy who does the sound, or the lighting or something and he had turned sort of greyish. By and by, members of the audience all began to turn into little grey, stone-like dolls. I thought, “Holy crap, I'd better get out of here before I turn into one, too! But then I'll miss the show, and what will become of the band? Maybe they'll turn to stone, too?” So I banged on the glass partition to warn them of what was happening, when I saw that the guitarist had been replaced by some guy from Saturday Night Live. For some reason, this freaked me out way more than the doll thing. I thought perhaps I would have to get the gun I was conveniently carrying and shoot through the glass to break it, but then I realized I would hit someone on stage. I woke up before solving this quandary.

Strange things are just happening in my brain; stranger than normal. I think it must be stress. Sometimes I'm very much at peace, and sometimes every little thing makes me feel like the sky is falling. As if I can somehow deal with losing Dad, yet not getting the DVD I ordered last week is making me want to rip someone's eyes out and scream into their gaping eyeholes. Or the fact that I forgot to finish my homework for this week kept me awake from around 6:30 onward this morning. I mean, I still have all next week to finish it, yet somehow it was the most urgent thing in the world.

Ah, but I have some good news to report, at least. I took Sano to the vet on Wednesday before by neuro class, and got his bloodwork done. The vet called me yesterday and even though his liver values are still elevated, they are much lower than they were even last week. Also his platelets are okay so I can lower the pred (which is what's destroying his liver in the first place) and keep doing what I'm doing. I was ridiculously glad about it, which is to be expected. Also it looks like his fur is growing back a little.

Also! I got a 98 on my neuro midterm. Originally it was 96 but when we went over it in class we discovered that the scantron had marked one wrong that was right, so my score was 98. And because I set the two-point curve it turned out to be 100, and my entire class average is 99. My professor (my favorite one this trimester) handed me the test back and said, “You broke the curve for the rest of the class. Curvebreaker!” And again I was happier than I had any right to be.

I had big plans for today, I seriously did. I was going to draw a picture, but I've utterly forgotten how to draw, and I used to be at least ¼ way decent at it. Then I was going to write a little, maybe a cute Halloween poem or something, but I've utterly forgotten how to write, also. Maybe it's stress, but what if it never stops and I've totally lost my aptitude for all of that stuff? Also I was going to go out and buy a lottery ticket. Also I was going to get back to work on taking the paneling down at Gran's place (that's what I guess I'll always call it: “Gran's place” even though it's now basically going to be my office.) I was going to go through my novel and clean it up some more just in case the editors write me back and say “We think you might be the next JK Rowling, oh my god, please send us the rest of the manuscript at once because we'd like to give you five million dollars in advance and maybe even set you up on a date with this guy here who we cloned from Ewan McGregor's colon cells.”

Those were my plans, but then I kind of just looked at funny videos on the internet all day.

Gacked (GACKT?) from skitty_kitty:

Japanese Prank Show! FUNNIEST THING EVER - Watch more Funny Videos

WTFFFFFFF seriously? Apparently, according to one of her friends, it's from a show called Zen Master, in which contestants have to endure all of these ridiculous things in silence. That one dude is so cute too,damn. Anyway, this made me laugh until I had tears. "Slapping Machine" and "Old Man Bites Tenderly" slayed me. I really needed that, too.

Well, I should go feed the dogs, feed myself, maybe go out for a walk with Mom or something and then pretend like I don't have to go to work tomorrow and I can just skip the early part of the day and go right to Darkside. ^_^ Pictures will surely follow. Oh, count on it.