"Anybody who screws up gets reamed all the way to Alaska!"
Am bitterly lamenting the fact I haven't been a good girl and thus am far from complete with the Master's Thesis though it's due in a week and a half. Weeeeell.
With that setting the mood of the rest of the entry:
Thursday night I dreamt about Akio. Wasn't that sweet?
I find myself at my workplace in the middle of the night, cleaning up the place and washing the dishes after my colleagues' party. We aren't at all supposed to do something like this at work, and really need to get rid of the evidence before anyone of the higher ups notice the mess, because they will make life miserable for us.
For some reason, though, my nasty little colleague bitches aren't at all worried about this prospect, but run off continuing the evening at the nearest bar or something, leaving poor little me to do the cleaning. Yeah, fun. and if I dream about you again I'm gonna knock your heads in, your damn nonexisting people you!
All of a sudden I hear someone approaching me, and when I turn around I see Akio (famous from Revolutionary Girl Utena and the one character from that series that gives me the complete shivers. In a very bad way, because... euugh.).
At that point I recall that he is one of the bosses around the place, and I shrink. This can't be good, I remember thinking, and indeed it isn't. He smirks at me (ewwww), taking in the scenery with an eyebrow raised, before suggesting that he and I go out for coffee or something.
..rrrrright. No thank you, definitely no thank you, I think, and I also convey this to him with the excuse that I really need to finish the cleaning.
"Oh, don't you worry about that, " he says, and when I turn around I find that indeed, the mess is already cleaned up. What the fuck, I think, but am then distracted by the freak getting very very close to me. Like, leaning over me, with one hand against the wall behind me. He repeats his request with the undertone that it would be unfortunate if I didn't comply, seeing as I really, really, shouldn't be there at that time of day anyway.
At which time I burst out laughing, hysterically. And I pet the guy's cheek and squee something like "Oooh myyy gooosh, that's soo cuuuute!"
He looks as bewildered as I feel. At this point in my dream I'm about to wake up, and I am very aware of the weirdness of what I just said, but that doesn't stop me from continuing "You're really trying to blackmail me into going on a date with you? Awww how cuuuute!"
And then I tuck my arm under his and we leave the building together.
So, please, subconscious, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? AND DON'T LET ME CATCH YOU DREAMING A FOLLOWUP TO THAT!
..
Anyway, tonight I dreamt that I had cut bangs. It didn't look as horrible in the dream as I imagine it would do in reality, but.. I'm not about to try it.
With that setting the mood of the rest of the entry:
Thursday night I dreamt about Akio. Wasn't that sweet?
I find myself at my workplace in the middle of the night, cleaning up the place and washing the dishes after my colleagues' party. We aren't at all supposed to do something like this at work, and really need to get rid of the evidence before anyone of the higher ups notice the mess, because they will make life miserable for us.
For some reason, though, my nasty little colleague bitches aren't at all worried about this prospect, but run off continuing the evening at the nearest bar or something, leaving poor little me to do the cleaning. Yeah, fun. and if I dream about you again I'm gonna knock your heads in, your damn nonexisting people you!
All of a sudden I hear someone approaching me, and when I turn around I see Akio (famous from Revolutionary Girl Utena and the one character from that series that gives me the complete shivers. In a very bad way, because... euugh.).
At that point I recall that he is one of the bosses around the place, and I shrink. This can't be good, I remember thinking, and indeed it isn't. He smirks at me (ewwww), taking in the scenery with an eyebrow raised, before suggesting that he and I go out for coffee or something.
..rrrrright. No thank you, definitely no thank you, I think, and I also convey this to him with the excuse that I really need to finish the cleaning.
"Oh, don't you worry about that, " he says, and when I turn around I find that indeed, the mess is already cleaned up. What the fuck, I think, but am then distracted by the freak getting very very close to me. Like, leaning over me, with one hand against the wall behind me. He repeats his request with the undertone that it would be unfortunate if I didn't comply, seeing as I really, really, shouldn't be there at that time of day anyway.
At which time I burst out laughing, hysterically. And I pet the guy's cheek and squee something like "Oooh myyy gooosh, that's soo cuuuute!"
He looks as bewildered as I feel. At this point in my dream I'm about to wake up, and I am very aware of the weirdness of what I just said, but that doesn't stop me from continuing "You're really trying to blackmail me into going on a date with you? Awww how cuuuute!"
And then I tuck my arm under his and we leave the building together.
So, please, subconscious, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? AND DON'T LET ME CATCH YOU DREAMING A FOLLOWUP TO THAT!
..
Anyway, tonight I dreamt that I had cut bangs. It didn't look as horrible in the dream as I imagine it would do in reality, but.. I'm not about to try it.