mmmmm, pie

Dec 01, 2003 22:23

Had another "Laurel wanders a campus" dream last night. This time, it was a college campus and I was wandering around for some unknown reason. Then I saw someone whom I did not want to see me, so I ran to find a place to hide. Hit a dead end, and there was an elevator right there. There's always an elevator in the dead ends in my dreams. And it's always one of those huge freight elevators too. I got in for a quick escape, and all the elevator buttons went to floors like 46-58. O_o??? Big campus! XD I got out somewhere that I didn't recognize, and started wandering again. The architecture of the college was really odd, cool looking in places.

I am now declaring December as Official Laurel Writes 'til She Drops Month. YAAAAAY! I've got some really good ideas and I don't want another repeat of what happened with the Xena fanfic. I let the idea cook too long and the show started to suck, so I lost interest. Maybe one day I'll go back and watch some old episodes, and I'll get excited about the show again, and finally write that fan series, but as it stands now, I'm not interested. So I'm going to write and write all month until I have a good amount of work done that I can be proud of. I'd really like to get at least 2 episodes of SM Dark done too. Just charge right in there and WRIIIIIITE!!

Journals like the following crack me up:

http://www.livejournal.com/users/_marisa_
http://www.livejournal.com/users/skeet_u

XD I used to write this kind of stuff when I was 10-11. Except with rock bands. "Def Leppard and Motley Crue went on tour with Ratt and the buses broke down and they stayed in a haunted house where a murderous ghost started picking them off one by one." XD Whoever wrote the mock Skeet journal seems to be working from an *old* bio. "Marisa and I dated and I tried to give her a promise ring but she cried and locked herself in the bedroom." Yeah, and then he went home to his WIFE and TWO KIDS. XD XD XD Shut my mouth, reality has no place here! XD

I want some chocolate pie.

rpf, dreams, writing

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