Amber vs. Obsidian
I had a dream last night. I was at an airport, watching everyone come out of the recent flight, and all of a sudden Derek was there and after some initial, mutual surprise he was like, "Well, what are you doing here?"
I said, "Oh, I'm waiting. For um...Sam, I guess her name is?" I was craning around at all the people emerging from that airplanehallwaythingy, trying to see their faces, even though I have no idea what you look like, Skie, only this vague impression of straight brown hair. o_o
I was thinking, Augh, I forgot my cat-ears, is she gonna have her beak am I even going to recognize her?
And all of a sudden I saw this guy who and I was like, "Gah! De! Look at that guy! He looks just like you! He could be your cousin or something!" Because he did - they looked pretty much exactly the same, but the half-brother was wearing blue and had a decidedly eagle-like face. And Derek gave me a look like, "Umm duh," and said, "It's because that's my brother. My half-brother."
Who turned out to be the son of jewelers. I skimmed their wares a while, and I was like, "Wow, this is all really shiny and pretty and cheap!" to which Derek replied, "Don't be an idiot, all of this stuff is cheaper than mold," (literally, it was all molded out, he showed me the mold thingies) and, to make a long story short, Derek eventually ended up grabbing a small amber spear, said, "That's it! I am going to KILL YOU!" To which half-brother-san grabbed an obsidian spear and they prepared to duke it out to the death.
I have a project due tomorrow. -_- Must make Jane Addams into a comicbook-esque superhero, and augh, I just can't get enough inspiration. In fact, I can't get the inspiration for anything. There's just...I don't feel like doing anything.
Fortunately, I think that I will now tentatively extend the idea that I am beginning to heal from broken heart disease.
I need to think of something interesting to do with my hair.
I said, "Oh, I'm waiting. For um...Sam, I guess her name is?" I was craning around at all the people emerging from that airplanehallwaythingy, trying to see their faces, even though I have no idea what you look like, Skie, only this vague impression of straight brown hair. o_o
I was thinking, Augh, I forgot my cat-ears, is she gonna have her beak am I even going to recognize her?
And all of a sudden I saw this guy who and I was like, "Gah! De! Look at that guy! He looks just like you! He could be your cousin or something!" Because he did - they looked pretty much exactly the same, but the half-brother was wearing blue and had a decidedly eagle-like face. And Derek gave me a look like, "Umm duh," and said, "It's because that's my brother. My half-brother."
Who turned out to be the son of jewelers. I skimmed their wares a while, and I was like, "Wow, this is all really shiny and pretty and cheap!" to which Derek replied, "Don't be an idiot, all of this stuff is cheaper than mold," (literally, it was all molded out, he showed me the mold thingies) and, to make a long story short, Derek eventually ended up grabbing a small amber spear, said, "That's it! I am going to KILL YOU!" To which half-brother-san grabbed an obsidian spear and they prepared to duke it out to the death.
I have a project due tomorrow. -_- Must make Jane Addams into a comicbook-esque superhero, and augh, I just can't get enough inspiration. In fact, I can't get the inspiration for anything. There's just...I don't feel like doing anything.
Fortunately, I think that I will now tentatively extend the idea that I am beginning to heal from broken heart disease.
I need to think of something interesting to do with my hair.