Insomniac Dreams

Jun 28, 2007 20:21

It was really hot last night and I couldn't sleep. So now I'm tired and my journal is orange.

...I'm not sure what that's about either.

Yes, Gryffindor's sword is intentionally modelled after a cocktail sword in the header graphic. 'Cause that's just how I roll. And yes, Ravenclaw's relic is represented by the lead pipe from Clue. 'Cause that is the manner in which I continue the rolling. (I'm so sorry-- this is clearly all the brain fungus talking.)

At least I feel more comfortable with this journal template, so I'm finally unlocking the week's worth of entries I had hidden while I was less comfortable. Scroll down to see them. (Duh. This is the Internet, let me just go ahead and state the obvious.) They include WOMBAT results and a new essay that scrapes together every scrap of information in the books on the portrait of Headmaster Fortescue to explain why he's actually important. (No, really. He is!)

Speaking of WOMBATs and Fortescue (insanely clever segue)...

It seems I may be teetering dangerously close to some sort of precipice. I forced my sister to take the most recent WOMBAT. Well, "forced" might be a little strong. It's not like she doesn't read the books. I blame her for my giving them a closer look in the first place. But I did go to jkrowling.com and shove the laptop at her. Then I re-entered all of her answers and submitted them after the browser tried to crash, even though she said she didn't care. I just wanted her to have the chance do do one WOMBAT since she missed the other two, y'know? And she's the one who almost skipped going to the Half-Blood Prince midnight release with me, but was glad she went afterwards. So I meant well.

But sometime after the WOMBAT and my joking about the costumes we could wear to the Deathly Hallows release (it was all part of my fiendish plan to dress as a really apathetic patronus) and trying to explain the Fortescue theory to her even though she was pretty sure I already had, she mentioned that she'd had a Harry Potter dream. Even I've barely ever dreamed about HP, so I was curious and asked her what it was about. She told me that in the dream, I'd been making her dress up as Fortescue. I pointed out that we'd never even seen Fortescue, and she explained that in the dream I'd found some obscure picture somewhere and showed it to her and then made her paint her face from memory and wear a big grey handlebar mustache.

And to think, in one of the very few HP-related dreams I've had, I dreamed that she had a magic wand and was making fresh chocolate chip cookies appear in her pocket.

She comes across a lot better in my subconcious than I do in hers.

ETA: I forced my sister to retrieve her WOMBAT score, and she also got an Outstanding. And she was happy. So there we are.

dreams, fortescue, blogs, brain fungus, wombat, silly

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