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I did, for some reason, turn on the telly this morning. As it happened, the chanel was TV Norge, and on was MESS TV; the cream top among morning programs! ...for people who does not slept during the night and now are so foggy beneath the nose, that they spend the early mornings on sending messages, just to see them scroll past on the screen. Bro' sometimes watches this with his brekkie, when he has to get up early (he's a B persona), and I peep at it with him if there is nothing else I feel like doing. Thus, when most of the screen was filled with a poster I understood it was some sort of 'brainiac competition' - yet another one of those that no one who cares to enter gets right, while us who mock them silly without their knowing could have told them this in a turn of a moment. Today it was a picture of a big, blue tooth. And the task was to find out what majig it was supposed to represent. Bluetooth, I say to myself. Easy piecey! On the red part where all the answers scrambled in, however, people came with kr 15/sms suggestions like toothache, dentist. dead nerve, and braces. The half-dead host kept telling them 'noooo, that's not it', and 'far off I'm afraid'. I mean, come on, man! It is a BLUE TOOTH - bluetooth! Some of us even say BLÅTANN! All this happened within six seconds, after which I turned off the TV again with a rotten laugh of irony.
Before this, however, something a little more interesting happened - while I was asleep (take that, dumbbutts!)
I had a dream. It started out within the world Harry Potter, until we [Gryffindor and Ravencalw] all went to Potions class. Instead of a dungeon, we were in an intimate, underground grove of moss and green shrubs. movie-Snape, Alan Rickman, struts in, in his casuals which matches the grove, as well as today's society rather well. At this point the reality has become a mixed breed between a film set and the real world (for Harry Potter & Co). And Mr R keeps striding around in a very elated mood, even standing shoulder to shoulder with Harry Potter and smiling heartily. As an invisible student who detected all the other students' emotions, I could feel the confusion and building freak-out pretty well. Soon, though, the floor is ripped up like large blocks of frozen ground, and a fiery giant is breaking its way through to the sky. Potter/Snape turns into a friend of mine, the rest fall down the chasm of permafrozen oblivion.
I woke up feeling very 'Huh...?..?'
Maybe it is some form of trauma. See, yesterday I got a haircut, and before I could say 'trim' the lady had given me a froggin' BOB! Why would a 22 year old girl want a bun-shaped bob???? I look like a blonde cabbage! I stomped out into the bitter rain, and have no plans of returning.
Before this, however, something a little more interesting happened - while I was asleep (take that, dumbbutts!)
I had a dream. It started out within the world Harry Potter, until we [Gryffindor and Ravencalw] all went to Potions class. Instead of a dungeon, we were in an intimate, underground grove of moss and green shrubs. movie-Snape, Alan Rickman, struts in, in his casuals which matches the grove, as well as today's society rather well. At this point the reality has become a mixed breed between a film set and the real world (for Harry Potter & Co). And Mr R keeps striding around in a very elated mood, even standing shoulder to shoulder with Harry Potter and smiling heartily. As an invisible student who detected all the other students' emotions, I could feel the confusion and building freak-out pretty well. Soon, though, the floor is ripped up like large blocks of frozen ground, and a fiery giant is breaking its way through to the sky. Potter/Snape turns into a friend of mine, the rest fall down the chasm of permafrozen oblivion.
I woke up feeling very 'Huh...?..?'
Maybe it is some form of trauma. See, yesterday I got a haircut, and before I could say 'trim' the lady had given me a froggin' BOB! Why would a 22 year old girl want a bun-shaped bob???? I look like a blonde cabbage! I stomped out into the bitter rain, and have no plans of returning.