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First of all, THANK YOU everyone for the birthday wishes yesterday! Especially mustaza who made me the sweetest birthday post, nicis_anatomy for the v-gift, and ilfirin_estel for writing me the best Dean/Cas Christmas fic ever. <3333 I love you all more than I can say. *hugsssss*
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I had a wonderful day yesterday. The boy took me to lunch at our favorite restaurant which we hadn't been to in a while. He got me the new Zelda game for the Wii, and he was a doll and watched me play it for a while because I couldn't wait (IT'S AMAZING! *NERD*). Then we went out with my sister and some friends for my giant birthday margarita, which got me sufficiently plastered, and then we went to the gay bar for karaoke. There was a lot of Lady Gaga, as you would expect at a gay bar karaoke, lol. XDD I sang "Wanted Dead or Alive" and "I Saw the Sign." It was awesome.
Then I slept in today, made tea, and read fanfic in my jammies. It was a nice day. :DD In a little bit the boy is taking me to see Sherlock Holmes 2 and I am soo excited!! I'll be sure to let you know how it is! :DD
In the meantime, let me tell you about the strange dream I had last night. Maybe this was due to my drunken state when I went to bed (and, for the record, I didn't wake up sick or hungover or anything! SCORE!), but it was very weird. And involved m y two biggest fandoms. Nice job, psyche!
So in this dream, I was Bobby Singer's niece or step-niece or some kind of odd distant relation. And I was a hunter and my parents were hunters, but then they got killed by some monster or something (they were not my actual RL parents, and all of this happened off-screen, lol). On top of being a hunter, I was also a witch, HP-style. Which came in handy when hunting, and the Winchesters were jealous, heh. But I had never been to Wizarding school because of the hunting life, but I think one of my parents taught me magic and I had a wand and everything.
Then when the parents died, Bobby decided it was time to send me somewhere safe. So he sends me to Hogwarts, naturally. XDD Yes, I think in this dream I was school-aged, and not *ahem* 25 as I am now. :P ANYWAY, I get sorted into Gryffindor (naturally, though I do firmly believe that I'm a Hufflepuff), and I don't like any of my roommates for some reason, so I was sleeping on the couch in the common room. Then George Weasley comes in after some late-night secret shagging somewhere, lol, and wakes me up and I nearly stab him with my wand, all ~hunter reflexes~ and junk. Then I called him out on sneaking out to get laid because he smelled like sex, and he got mad at me and stormed off, and wtf brain? George is my favorite, why did I have to be mean to him? :((
Then the next day, Fred comes to talk to me on George's behalf. And of course, because he is all freckled and gorgeous and being nice to me, I pour my heart out all over him and tell him all my problems and why I'm sleeping in the common room. Then Fred fixes it all, saying he will talk to Angelina about me moving in with her because they have a spare bed. And I make nice with George, who was still mad at me, and hang out with the twins in the Great Hall while we eat breakfast. Then I go off to talk to McGonagall about moving dorms, and eventually get to move in with Angie and the other Quidditch girls, who are all awesome.
Then I made out with Fred. Then I woke up.
...WHAT. XDDDD My brain is so fangirly, even in my sleep! XDD Though I have to admit that being sandwiched between the Weasley twins at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall is a dream of mine, lol. :P
Yeah. I dunno. My brain is a weird place. XDDD
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I had a wonderful day yesterday. The boy took me to lunch at our favorite restaurant which we hadn't been to in a while. He got me the new Zelda game for the Wii, and he was a doll and watched me play it for a while because I couldn't wait (IT'S AMAZING! *NERD*). Then we went out with my sister and some friends for my giant birthday margarita, which got me sufficiently plastered, and then we went to the gay bar for karaoke. There was a lot of Lady Gaga, as you would expect at a gay bar karaoke, lol. XDD I sang "Wanted Dead or Alive" and "I Saw the Sign." It was awesome.
Then I slept in today, made tea, and read fanfic in my jammies. It was a nice day. :DD In a little bit the boy is taking me to see Sherlock Holmes 2 and I am soo excited!! I'll be sure to let you know how it is! :DD
In the meantime, let me tell you about the strange dream I had last night. Maybe this was due to my drunken state when I went to bed (and, for the record, I didn't wake up sick or hungover or anything! SCORE!), but it was very weird. And involved m y two biggest fandoms. Nice job, psyche!
So in this dream, I was Bobby Singer's niece or step-niece or some kind of odd distant relation. And I was a hunter and my parents were hunters, but then they got killed by some monster or something (they were not my actual RL parents, and all of this happened off-screen, lol). On top of being a hunter, I was also a witch, HP-style. Which came in handy when hunting, and the Winchesters were jealous, heh. But I had never been to Wizarding school because of the hunting life, but I think one of my parents taught me magic and I had a wand and everything.
Then when the parents died, Bobby decided it was time to send me somewhere safe. So he sends me to Hogwarts, naturally. XDD Yes, I think in this dream I was school-aged, and not *ahem* 25 as I am now. :P ANYWAY, I get sorted into Gryffindor (naturally, though I do firmly believe that I'm a Hufflepuff), and I don't like any of my roommates for some reason, so I was sleeping on the couch in the common room. Then George Weasley comes in after some late-night secret shagging somewhere, lol, and wakes me up and I nearly stab him with my wand, all ~hunter reflexes~ and junk. Then I called him out on sneaking out to get laid because he smelled like sex, and he got mad at me and stormed off, and wtf brain? George is my favorite, why did I have to be mean to him? :((
Then the next day, Fred comes to talk to me on George's behalf. And of course, because he is all freckled and gorgeous and being nice to me, I pour my heart out all over him and tell him all my problems and why I'm sleeping in the common room. Then Fred fixes it all, saying he will talk to Angelina about me moving in with her because they have a spare bed. And I make nice with George, who was still mad at me, and hang out with the twins in the Great Hall while we eat breakfast. Then I go off to talk to McGonagall about moving dorms, and eventually get to move in with Angie and the other Quidditch girls, who are all awesome.
Then I made out with Fred. Then I woke up.
...WHAT. XDDDD My brain is so fangirly, even in my sleep! XDD Though I have to admit that being sandwiched between the Weasley twins at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall is a dream of mine, lol. :P
Yeah. I dunno. My brain is a weird place. XDDD