I could be sleeping, I could be dreaming...
This made me laugh out loud earlier, just a few photos, go look, go look!: Do I make you snarky, baby?
I'm about to go to bed, but I'm scared to sleep because I can't remember the last time I had a dream that wasn't HP or LotR related. This is worrying. The other night I dreamt I almost kissed Harry, ohgod, we were playfighting on the sofa and it all got a bit too close for comfort. But I resisted because Harry is gross because I liked Ron really, but we argued all the time and I figured he didn't like me much. Why do I always end up being some pseudo Hermione figure?! *stamps foot.* Last night I dreamt I had a fangirl tantrum and wouldn't leave the house without my 'Hobbit cloak,' which was even cringey and embarrassing in my dream, because to be honest it's the kind of sad thing I would do like the fact that I have no less than TWO Gryffindor scarves and I wore my prefect badge on my coat just because of Remus. I think this dream was inspired by the fact that The Return of the King was on TV and I was only waiting for the 'think better of me, Father' part so I could squee at David Wenham before I had a bath and I went to wash my hair in the middle of it, happened to look in the mirror and realised I actually was Frodo. I have exactly the same haircut when wet, and eyes of scary Moomin proportions. I had long red hair a year ago, *mourns* O! How the mighty have fallen, from the dizzy heights of Lily Evans to the muddy swamps of Hobbit!Hair. I'm available for paties, weddings and Bahmitzfahs...
I'm about to go to bed, but I'm scared to sleep because I can't remember the last time I had a dream that wasn't HP or LotR related. This is worrying. The other night I dreamt I almost kissed Harry, ohgod, we were playfighting on the sofa and it all got a bit too close for comfort. But I resisted because Harry is gross because I liked Ron really, but we argued all the time and I figured he didn't like me much. Why do I always end up being some pseudo Hermione figure?! *stamps foot.* Last night I dreamt I had a fangirl tantrum and wouldn't leave the house without my 'Hobbit cloak,' which was even cringey and embarrassing in my dream, because to be honest it's the kind of sad thing I would do like the fact that I have no less than TWO Gryffindor scarves and I wore my prefect badge on my coat just because of Remus. I think this dream was inspired by the fact that The Return of the King was on TV and I was only waiting for the 'think better of me, Father' part so I could squee at David Wenham before I had a bath and I went to wash my hair in the middle of it, happened to look in the mirror and realised I actually was Frodo. I have exactly the same haircut when wet, and eyes of scary Moomin proportions. I had long red hair a year ago, *mourns* O! How the mighty have fallen, from the dizzy heights of Lily Evans to the muddy swamps of Hobbit!Hair. I'm available for paties, weddings and Bahmitzfahs...