I Haven't Done This In A While

I hope you weren't too annoyed with yesterday's post. France is awesome, so you shouldn't have been. Come on, they have Napoleon, who was pretty freaking awesome (Moral of the story: That weirdo loner kid with the strange accent WILL grow up to become emperor of a lot of Europe--always.), baguettes, the French language, Vincent Van Gogh…I'm just gonna stop here.

Also, this post was supposed to be about something that I have just got to share with you.

So, everything was business as usual. I woke up in my normal bed with normal light coming in the windows, walked down the hall to my normal kitchen, and said good morning to my normal dad.

No, I didn't. This was a dream. I recognized it pretty quickly and kind of freaked out. My dad told me to calm down and that there was someone in the back room who would help me wake up.

Said person was eerily reminiscent of that one person in Labyrinth. You know, that woman who came into Sarah's room after she thought she was home, and tried to tell her how great and normal everything was. [SPOILERS!] But then it turned out that it wasn't Sarah's actual room at all, and she was in a garbage dump. Fun, fun, fun.

Yeah, that whole movie was kinda mind screw-y.

But back to my dream.

I demanded to wake up, and the witch lady told me to go back to my bed and fall asleep, and then I would wake up. I followed her advice--falling asleep incredibly quickly, for me--but when I woke up I ran back to her and shouted, "This is still a dream!"

Again, she told me just to go back to sleep and I would wake up in the real world. I did, and woke up in the dream again. This happened several more times until I finally snapped and tried to throttle her. (There may have been expletives involved, but I can't remember.)

My dad dragged me off her and she promised that this time for sure I would wake up in the real world. I stomped back to my room and fell asleep.

Guess what happened?

"OMG DAD YOU MADE PANCAKES!"

I actually woke up. What a great Saturday. Unless I'm still asleep and all this has been a dream in which case I really hate my subconscious mind.  I refuse to believe the preceding sentence is true.

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Well, this has been a rather roundabout way of saying, "I had a dream where I knew it was a dream and I tried to wake up in the real world, but I kept waking up in the dream." Or, to an extent, "I had a dream once that was kind of like Inception meets Labyrinth."

Also, I finished watching all of Invader Zim on Netflix before going to bed last night.

Only 27 episodes?! SO MUCH ANGST. 

Today's awesome thing is somewhat related to yesterday's. Wait, maybe it was the day before. Oh well. 

I Has Fan

Yeah, I got this giant fan-thing for my room to replace the nonexistent A/C. It's awesome, if a bit loud.

Oh, and I'm listening to Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien.

Heh. Heh. Have I mentioned that Inception was an awesome movie?

God, I miss the NaNo forums being, y'know, posted on…Mostly because my favorite thread reached 500 posts yesterday (YESTERDAY. Yes, YESTERDAY.) And the new one has yet to be posted. Usually it only takes a few hours, an afternoon at most, but this time…

I am so bored. Kill me now. (Actually, please don't. I'm not very interested in learning what death feels like.) 


"You're a bit scary when you're bored." 

Thanks for pointing that out, Claudia.

WHAT?!

Apparently, Pringles makes pickle-flavored chips. They don't taste as good as the real kind.

So, to business.

What business? You've spent all day writing and watching 3rd Rock From the Sun. 

Shut up, Claudia.

Yes, business.

I've been drawing a lot lately. Every so often I drop into a flurry of doodling and sketching, and then abandon it a few days later in favor of Internet-surfing. I might draw a lot, but that doesn't mean any of the things I draw are proportionate to each other. And I can't draw people that look like real people (I drew a poster for my Screnzy script, and Count Brussels looks nothing like Joseph Gordon-Levitt.)

I'm sensing a theme here…

Shut. Up.

But I'm still very proud of my drawings. And I'm getting pretty good at drawing Daleks now! …If by "good" you mean "they don't look like salt and pepper shakers anymore."

Wasn't there originally a point to this post?

Yes! No. Wait, yes. At least, I think there was…

Was it that you're mad because you can't find your sketchpad?

Probably.

I'm mad because I can't find my sketchpad. And I want to know where all the little goblins are taking my things!

You forgot to give the nice people something awesome today.

Yes, of course. Here. Here is your stupid awesome thing.