Back By Popular Demand*
Er....... hi?
Yes, I think that hiatus was an unofficial Goodbye to LJ or something. I'm back now, s'ok.
For the benefit of my future self randomly reading as she stumbles across old entries on some idle rainy day and is thinking 'WTF - GAP?' .... You haven't missed anything, love. Nothing happened. NOTHING. I just didn't the point of bothering anymore, which is the kind of attitude I helpfully carried across into life in general, methinks. I was so tired of..... things... and.... people and.... things. I thought I'd just not bother updating whilst in such a depressive state and to be honest such a period reigned on longer than I expected. You'd just have entries going MEEEEEEEEEH and ARRRRGGGHH and FORGODSSAKE, and.... there'd be no change, would there actually? And no one was talking to me on MSN ever and the internet lost all its point for me. Ironic, when it was practically my lifeline at one point.
Well, anyway, I'm a bit better.
On the flip side, my Mum rang me and said she's worried about me and I should come home. That really threw me. I wanted to say, don't worry about little me because things have been far, far worse Mum whilst I was away at university and there's stuff you don't even know about but the other hand.... it's surprising to hear from her and appreciated. So that was weird. I've been absolutely painfully lonely out here but at least something positive has come of it, albeit in a weird way.
Oh, a vital exception to the nonevents of the last fortnight - the celebrity dreams came back from whatever holiday they'd been on.
Last week I met Robert while he was out at the shops with his dalmatian dog (which he doesn't, to my knowledge, have) and then on Wednesday I was out on some school playing field in the evening with friends when he turned up. There has been no peculiar behaviour from him lately though (dressing in drag, going emo, coming on to me....etc etc) he was just being rather nice. We had friendly chats -
SORRY, A BAG OF MIDGET GEMS HAS JUST EXPLODED *EVERYWHERE*. DAMN.
- and then he insisted we all join this club that he's started with Chris Barrie (who sadly wasn't available for this particular dream. Conflicting dream schedule? I don't know). Called... the Barrier Club. LOL, nice injoke subconscious. I have no idea what the Barrier Club entails.
Oh, and Matilda's (she's the offspring I've met of course) top of the class or something if you want nongossip.
However, top marks go to last night's dream, in which I got off with Philip Glenister. Or at least, I think I did. It may have been Gene Hunt. It was dark, he was in costume... you get the idea. He was very sweet but passionate in that fanfic sort of way. My dream self's a heterosexual slag but I admire her choices. And then she went on some spaceship/plane with a bunch of annoying strangers and a plot that was some bizarre foreshadowing of tonight's Doctor Who (One tiny woman kept trying to open the airlock, insisting she wanted to go outside and I kept stopping her. Why? 'Because we're in deep space and it's just possible we might *die*').
And the results are Dreams: 3 Reality: Nil
But Becky's back in play.
* Well, no. But the least I can do is come back if mysticheaven wants me to!