So apparently I haven't officially joined a fandom yet until I've dreamed about it. Which means that last night was my initiation into the world of Doctor Who. O HAI THAR appropriate icon! (LOL no, it wasn't a porny dream, but it was about the Doctor. The 11th Doctor. I haven't even gotten past the halfway mark of Season One and I'm already ( Read more... )

YESTERDAY WAS A DAY.

6:30am - Alarm goes off.
6:32am - Roll over and delay alarm for ten minutes, then curl up under blankets and pray for a snow day. Also, hope that I can get back into my dreams of Capt'n Jack. Mmm.
6:42am - Alarm goes off again.
6:45am - Groan and groggily get out of bed.
6:51am - Check web. No snow day. Damn.
8:20am - Take bus to ( Read more... )

So in my (violin) lesson yesterday, my teacher told me to play the second half of the Introduction to Bruch's Scottish Fantasy "like a Scottish baritone singer would."

Of COURSE I thought of John Barrowman first, and when I played the second time whilst imagining "I Am What I Am" in my head, Maestro was more pleased. :D

On another note, I dreamed ( Read more... )

My violin teacher said to me last week, "You can't create a work of art until you've dreamed about it!"

Well, in that case, my fanfiction should be simply a masterpiece, seeing how I've been dreaming about TORCHWOOD every night for the last week. And I'm torn between being annoyed at losing sleep over it and being delighted at seeing Jack Harkness ( Read more... )