In which I plot to take over the universe, one hairtie at a time.
New Supernatural episode was enjoyable - but it felt really really different. I know Sera Gamble is the new show runner, but she's been working on the show for the last 6 years, right? So she knows how the show feels, and how the boys are as a family. There could have been at least a bit of brotherly interaction. Sam didn't even seem concerned about living out the rest of his life never seeing Dean again. And the old Sam would have been just as concerned about Dean's neighbours as Dean was. Maybe even more so - he was the one that always struggled with morality and the like. I get that Hell would change a guy, but really? And I don't like the idea that Dean is a beautiful loser. Poor Dean. I'd have been angry too.
I've gone shopping and gotten everything I need for the wedding now - which is only a week from Friday away. I'm so excited. I've already got my bag packed. I'm even excited for the plane ride, which will be five hours of sitting on my bum, but still. I haven't been on a plane since I came home from France last year. I keep trying my dress on and looking at myself in the mirror. I'm freaking weird.
Still being a lazy shit with uni, and it's still paying off. I've received two A's - one for history, the other for anthropology. We're on the right track. Now all I need ot do is pull me finger out and actually do course work so I can pass the exams. That'd be nice for a change.
Do hair ties and socks exist on a different dimension where they have secret meetings to discuss how to make poor unsuspecting humans insane by randomly disappearing? They play hide and seek to mindfuck with us, don't they? I knew it. The evil, sneaky little bastards. That's it, I'm stretching the shit out of all of you next time I find you.
I've gone shopping and gotten everything I need for the wedding now - which is only a week from Friday away. I'm so excited. I've already got my bag packed. I'm even excited for the plane ride, which will be five hours of sitting on my bum, but still. I haven't been on a plane since I came home from France last year. I keep trying my dress on and looking at myself in the mirror. I'm freaking weird.
Still being a lazy shit with uni, and it's still paying off. I've received two A's - one for history, the other for anthropology. We're on the right track. Now all I need ot do is pull me finger out and actually do course work so I can pass the exams. That'd be nice for a change.
Do hair ties and socks exist on a different dimension where they have secret meetings to discuss how to make poor unsuspecting humans insane by randomly disappearing? They play hide and seek to mindfuck with us, don't they? I knew it. The evil, sneaky little bastards. That's it, I'm stretching the shit out of all of you next time I find you.