Was helping move Vicky and Dan until 11:30 last night, then I couldn't get to sleep. Ugh. His dad is a bit of a douche, actually. His mother? Sweetest thing ever. Kept having this line go through my head the entire night, "We're coming for you Barbara!" hehehe You win if you know what it is from. Except, I replaced Barbara with Sue.

Tommie, at first glance, looks like he has moved out. Then you look closer, and there are little things that he either, A: left for me to do, B: forgot or C: hasn't actually left. Like his printer for his computer. It looked like he tried cleaning things... but they (like the windows) still have crap in the crevices. I'm going to have to re-do them. On the sheet it tells us to take them out and clean it. He windexed it.

*le sigh*

All night I dreamt of parking passes, as I need to get one when I move. Am having a dilemna. Do I get a Hancher pass? A night and weekend pass? Hawk Lot? Do I spare no expense or get the cheap one.... I work mornings, so it will bite me in the ass eventually. This sucks.

Am going to bring computer and hope I get internet access. *crosses fingers*

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Dyed V's hair. Looked like she had a head wound, the dye was so dark red. We're waiting for it to dry.

Ball scenes are done! Was doing alright the whole day and then all of a sudden my internet decided to quit. So, V wanted me to come over later anyway so I came earlier. Felt rushed the whole night after that and the S/J scene was extremely hard to write. *sigh* My googledoc folder is near empty. hehe

Ugh. Am finally coming down from my "NEED TO DO STUFF!!! AM IN A RUSH" mode from work. I was so busy, I had things I needed to get done on a schedule from 7:30-3:30. Was supposed to be off around 1:50, but Jonah (ass) didn't show up until around 3:20. I had to do his pick ups and stuff. Bank pickups and drop offs. Ugh. Banks piss me off today. LINES almost out the door! 2 freaking tellers! On a Friday? Are you for real?

bathroom break... WHY CAN'T TOMMIE FLUSH! It is happening a lot lately. Don't give me that 'If it's yellow let it mellow' hippie crap. Flush. That's disgusting. ... Although it might be his boy-whatever John. hrm. whatever. Analyzed this for too long.

And ugh. COLD. and legs are cramping up. And throat is burning.

I got bored and decided to give myself a pedicure. I know, my life is so fucking interesting right? Come on. Who else dreams about attacking plastic skeletons? Hrm? HRM?

I didn't think so. (PS~ This is sleepy mode talk. I get really talkative. Carry on conversations with myself. Sing.

SHIT. Just realized I left the window open. *Dopey grin* I need sleep.

And I am listening to Paramore "When it Rains" on repeat. SO PRETTY. I also uploaded Steve Martin's book The Pleasure of my Company onto my IPOD. Read by Steve Martin. (Just in case V falls asleep tomorrow and I get tired of music. (Unless you want to listen, V?)

I'm getting tired of talking. (I know, right?)

Highlights of the day (if you didn't listen to my Voicepost--no big deal, I make those to entertain myself):
~was told perverse jokes to by creepy CREEPY full timer. Ewwwwww.
~called my boss a douche. hehe. Only I.
~drove like a VIP. (in very cool hybrid university van all day)
~nearly died by cambus #76. He almost hit me in said van. ASSHOLE.
~wrote down about 5 license plates of people who decided they didn't want to pay at Dental Lot. hehe. Now you will pay handsomely bitches!
~packed... mostly... I think.
~Found cute boy at Ramp 4. ohhhhh. HOT. Talked while I drove him back to office. Probably gay. Wouldn't that be true?

So, I woke up this morning (around 6. blegh,...) and checked email yadda yadda yadda. All of a sudden, what's running through my mind?

Long ago, I fell in love with you....

DON"T YOU REMEMBER YOU TOLD ME YOU LOVE ME BABY. Said you'd be coming back again oh, baby. baby baby baby baby oh baby, I looooooove  you....


Why. the. frilly. fuck.

And I had a dream that skeletons were trying to kill me. (plastic ones) and it was DAMN scary for some reason. THEY WERE PLASTIC KNIVES!! Why did I wake up in terror?

Because my subconscious is freaking scary.

Come on, The Carpenters?

Pretty productive today, I finished 2 scenes, started a third and made plans for about a bajillion. Made an ass of myself trying to explain time differences, but I was trying to do about 5 things at once, so I'm over it. Ron is fun to write, I keep referencing cannon, and it is so great because I've never really been able to do that before because my other characters are all made up.

I made a Six Feet Under/Battlestar Galactica/ Veronica Mars mix of a mood theme. By made, I mean I mixed other people's mood themes. I have no idea how to crop and resize. None. There is also a random pic of Javier Bardem in there from No Country. hehe. I thought, well, when I see mood pics that I like, I will upload to photobucket and just keep addingto the multifandom thing. That way, I am supporting all shows. My hand hurts from all the copy/pasting and typing today. hopefully it stops by tomorrow, I have like 3 or 4 scenes to do then.

Am now catching up on 30 Rock. Why I find it necessary to constantly be watching something, I don't know. I need a new addiction. This one is getting old. (And my rather large dvd collection isn't supporting my habit, ntm Vicky had my netflix for a month)

We are watching a movie in class tomorrow, we had to go to a cafe and take note on the environment there, or ambiente. Earlier, I couldn't think of the word in english, and got excited. That happens sometimes. I think I dreamed a bit in spanish last night., That was weird. Also, I watched Hot Fuzz yesterday at work and felt a twinge uncomfortable when the swan was on. I had a bad dream about a cat attacking me, but not a duck of any kind. That was weird. (And I am now frightened of cats. Except probably kittens. They are okay.) Vicky linked me to a video of crazy cats, and I couldn't watch it. That is so weird and annoying. Why the hell was this dream so bad? I don't even really remember it, but it must have been bad.

And I am listening to Michael Buble, which I love. Need to go to sleep, though. Yawning constantly and I took Nyquil to ensure that I get some sleep, as I was up late last night.

which mood to choose!! I was so limited before, now I have limitless variety....

 So, I had an eventful night last night. By eventful, I mean a lot of scary dreams. I can only remember 1, but I know there was a lot, because I kept waking up. 

So, for some reason, I was married and my husband wanted to kill me. So I locked myself in the bedroom (which was my actual bedroom), picked up the telephone (which was a house phone- not mobile), and called the police. 
What I don't realize is that it is my husband pretending to be the police, and he is sitting right outside the bedroom door, with a HUGE knife. Just waiting for me to open the door. As I am talking to 'the police' I go to look out the door (through some non-existent crack, I didn't actually open it) and see my husband talking on the phone. He grins at me evilly while the knife sparkles as I freak out and drop the phone. 

Thankfully, I woke up after that. And Mediacom (Our monopoly of a internet/cable/phone service) wonders why I don't purchase a telephone for the apartment. 

It wasn't like he was a Rutger Hauer, but he was still really creepy. ::shudders::

Now I am freaked out. ::Looks at my closed bedroom door:: Thankfully goddessvickywill get here soon.

EDIT: I fell asleep in class today, and I dreamt a clown was outside the classroom, leering at me.

Seriously, I am NOT making this up. My mind scares me...

real quick:

I woke up from possibly the weirdest dream... or the best. I don't know. We all were on a beach, or in a bar, it kept switching. First I was dating McDreamy... then I dumped him for a serial killer boyfriend (not sure if it was Zach Quinto) THEN I dumped him (not really sure how I survived THAT) and I was looking for this guy that I flirted with a long-ass time ago (I can hardly remember his face).

I have to say, that last relationship (hee. Relationship- in my dream)was pretty awesome, or it felt awesome. Felt kinda like my icon...::points upward:: Whatever, it was great. Wish I could remember who it was though. ::ponders::

Then, out of nowhere I was eating in a restuarant, with someone I don't remember, and they brought me taco pizza. Then I notice Karev sitting in the other seat across from me and says, "You eat taco pizza, it's your thing. Whatever."

Which IS a line from Grey's that he says to Meredith, "You get drunk and sleep with innapropriate men. It's your thing, whatever."

Weird that that equates with taco pizza.
but, I do love taco pizza...