October 27th, 2002

"I'm a nun - I'm a penguin!"

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i saw "scooby doo" today for the 2nd time. funny how i only watch the movie and the cartoons because of velma. i have this bizarre obsession with her, though i don't really like the other cast members. shaggy and scooby are ok, but fred and daphne need to be kicked. and scrappy is just... pointless. i'm glad he got his ass kicked in the movie and everyone laughed at him. but when velma said he wasn't really a puppy, that he had a gland problem and she and the other guy laughed... that wasn't right. and there was an evil dwarf in the movie too. what's with all these movies demonizing midgets, huh? even shrek! that movie would have been perfect if lord farquad was normal height! but nooooo, they had to make the evil guy abnormally short and make fun of him the ENTIRE movie! jeez, no wonder he's evil - he's bitter at the world for tormenting him, so he has a napoleon complex. anyway, back to scooby. why did velma wear a low-cut shirt after she was possessed? that was completely out of character. not that i didn't appreciate the view of her cleavage, but velma is a prude and wears turtlenecks!

anyway, i'm going to bed after i finish the homework i promised myself i'd finish tonight. just canto 10 of the faerie queene and about 15 pages of film articles left to go. sigh...

i had an awful dream last night. most of it wasn't bad (i did dream of velma, hehe), like browsing a thrift store and finding neat hats and keychains, watching velma run through a tunnel area underground, going to some fast food restaurant and meeting ronald mcdonald and some other weird character, driving a boat, and stuff like that. but the nightmare began this morning. i was watching a family. they were black, and there was a mother and at least 4 sons. they were apparently preparing for their own funerals. the youngest boys were wearing these loincloths and small, loose shirts. they kind of looked like jungle warriors. the mother was yelling at them to get ready to leave or something, and the second youngest boy (around 11 or 12) was digging his own grave, only it was like a cave in the wall. then the second oldest boy, who looked around 15 and was pretty fat, took a rifle and killed himself kurt cobain style. he was in the corner of the room, and it looked like my family room at home. i remember just standing there, looking at the body and the blood, thinking "oh my god, oh my god..." i was shocked and trembling and depressed, and i think i was seeing things through the eyes of the 2nd youngest boy. then the mother was yelling at the boys again, and she, the 2nd youngest boy, and the oldest boy, who looked around 25, went onto the back porch, which looked like my porch. the 2nd youngest took a big spear or shovel or spoon and began stabbing his brother while his mom just stood there. the oldest boy was lying on his stomach while being stabbed, but there was no blood. i was seeing things through the killer's perspective, and it seemed like there was no body under the clothing (a light blue suit, apparently). he just kept stabbing the cloth, and when he stabbed the grooves in the deck's wood, it indented the fabric. he just kept stabbing all over. then he went for the youngest brother, who was about 8. he was equipped with a large metal spoon, and he kept trying to whack the kid over the head with it. he/i kept missing, and the little boy pulled out his pocketknife and started slashing him/me with it. he/i could feel the stings of the knife and ran away, but the little boy kept following and slashing his/my hands. so he/i went to the kitchen and grabbed a big knife and started stabbing the kid in the chest, trying to kill him. but the knife didn't go in very deep, and there was no blood. at that point i realized i was dreaming and forced myself to wake up. i opened my eyes and refused to go back to sleep (it was 9:30 am) and tried to think nice, happy thoughts to displace the terrible, murderous nightmare thoughts skipping through my head. eventually i calmed down and went back to sleep and didn't wake up til the bells at noon. but that was a terrible, horrible dream of killing people... and why a black family, brothers killing brothers, and in a home that resembled mine? i don't know. i don't want to interpret this nightmare, not until i've gotten over it. nightmares affect my whole day, and they disturb me so much i can't concentrate on anything else. fortunately i only have them once a month or once every other month, so they don't wreak TOO much havoc on me. but occasionally i'll have a week of just plain bad dreams. not nightmares, just unpleasant dreams. i don't know why. usually my dreams are silly and fun. i better have a good dream tonight. i want to flyyyyyyyy! flying dreams are the best ones, and i always wake up happy yet annoyed that the dreams had to end.

almost 1:00. goodnight.
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"I'm a nun - I'm a penguin!"

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i decided to wear my old zebra pjs last night. they worked, except the neckline is kinda wide and tends to droop and the bottom is too short, so if i lift my arms, my magnificent belly bounces out. oh well.

i should have a shower and go to lunch. this daylight savings business is confusing. i HOPE it's really 10:58 am right now... i wonder how many people will miss fencing because of the new time difference that nobody warned me about until my computer told me this morning. *sigh* it's confusing, so the daylight savings business should be abolished.

anyone have any experience with zoloft? i'm not curious for my sake, but a friend just started taking it and it's making her sick. just wondered what different reactions were.

4 days til halloween!
"I'm a nun - I'm a penguin!"

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spotulucka: well then ade I am andro.
spotulucka: haha
blupyglet: hehe you are! you're butch on the outside and femme on the inside!
blupyglet: like a gender twinkie


we had a fire drill right as i was finishing brunch. wooooo, i have fencing in 20 minutes! and then to scale the mountain of homework once more and attack the evil canto 10 of "the faerie queene" and the monster of unread film articles! maybe i'll even get to bout with the yeti of psych chapters.

going on a lion hunt... but i'm not afraid... cuz i got my gun... in my holster by my side!
walk walk walk walk...
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Ugh, something I ate wreaked havoc in my system. It must have been the potato soup from lunch. It was all right, but it made me feel kinda funny, and 6 hours later it decided to manifest again. I saw Nick at brunch and he said, "The soup is good. It's dill-icious!" That pun actually made me laugh, so I didn't groan. I had dinner at the AGP house tonight. We had some type of Vietnamese chicken noodle soup and sugary jello cheesecake for dessert. It wasn't quite as good as the last dinner (stir fry and gazpacho), but it was decent. I went to get some extra food from McKinley's because I was still kinda hungry, and I nearly froze my fingers off carrying it back to my room. But here I am. I fenced today, vigorously, and I managed to blister a toe, but man, what a workout. I shiver with antici....pation of Thursday night, because they're showing ROCKY HORROR at the AGP house. We were discussing costumes, and Ted said he could wear his nun costume, and I got excited and told him about mine. That would be cool if he DID go as a nun, hehehe... We could both be sisters! Yep, a 19-year-old bisexual Wiccan girl with a 34-year-old gay guy in nun drag. Woohoo! And Chris is excited too, he says he's going to wear something revealing areas I hoped to never see (Not THAT area, he said he'd have that covered!). We're probably going to be singing and dancing along, and I hope we're allowed to use squirt guns at the right moment (after all, it's inside the house, and I don't want to get water on stuff I shouldn't). Hahaaaaa, it's going to be so funnnnnnn!

My sister is going to be 13 a month from today. Eeek, I'll have a TEENAGE sister! And for nearly 5 months my mom will have 2 teenage girls. Yow! But then I'll be 20, and I can get that stupid stereotype off my back. But what should I get Katie? What do I get someone who's the complete opposite of me? I'm NOT getting her any makeup or CDs of the pop and rap she likes. Last year I got her a Michelle Branch CD (she's one of the few respectable pop stars out there, and I figured if Katie didn't like the CD, she could always give it back to me...). Maybe this year when we go to Florida for Thanksgiving, we'll go to the mall and I can take Katie to Hot Topic or some store I approve of and let her pick out something nifty.

Darn, I have "Welcome to Duloc" in my head! Heeheehee...

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Ade: what is the trinity?
Katie: it was this big thing where the earth crashed into a bunch of planets…

i was just on the phone talking to my sister, who decided to drop out of sunday school. she's so ignorant it's funny...

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