"We'll build more Tripods. Ours will have four legs."
I had such a weird dream last night, and I wasn't beating the shit out of Scary Movie 4 characters over oranges this time over. Alexlayer, one of my oldest online friends, (although he actually looked like
astyanax ) was married to another online friend, who I shalln't name because she may be actually reading. And Gea was visiting them over at their mansion in South America. They made dinner for her but all it was was this looooong table with only knifes and forks set up, and a chocolate cake on Alex's side. So he was wondering why she wouldn't take it when she declared her undying love to him, and then he made one of those "whoops!" faces that people make in bad American shows, and then it cut to him telling me about it on MSN and saying he'd sent her to hell.
I also dreamt that there was one secret, never before seen room in our school that us pupils could only get to see once in our lives, only if we took up the next year of school. I wasn't actually there, I was just sitting in my room afterwards and trying to remember it so I could draw chibis of Merju, Drew and me going through it, but all I could manage is that it was green, and it just would always come up looking like the lobby of the Spencer Mansion. And that my dog ate my mum's ID, and O'Malley, one of my cats who passed away some while ago, was actually living with us and I loved him a lot (more than I did when he was alive, I think - he was actually my grandmother's cat.)
Physics this afternoon was not shit. It was distinctly not shit. I think it had quite the bearing on my mood, because not long ago... like not long ago at all, I was frustrated out of my mind. But things are more than okay, and I'm more than okay. I've been studying Maths, like I promised, but there's still rough ends to smooth, but at least it won't be like the last one. I'm a bit more prepared.
I also completely forgot we had a Philosophy exam tomorrow first hour, and am going to fail miserably at it. But it's ok, because the professor favours me. He's my hero. He's a bit like a wax figure, always staring blankly into the space as he talks, and it's a proven fact that he only smiles when you mention Citizen Kane or The Matrix, which by the way is a movie I despise. But it's okay. I get the opportunity to rant to him about movies a lot. And I do love Philosophy. Wouldn't hurt to read the notes once in a while, but I do love it.
I do love Mondays, because I get to chatter away with Drew at a cafe, and we make up entries on Nieztsche's diary and set all the movie casts in the world to the same tune. Mickey Rourke, Bruce Willis, Jessica Alba, Clive Owen! Rosario Dawson, Benicio del Toro, Josh Hartnett, Rutger Hauer! Elijah Wood, Brittany MurPHYYYYYYYYYY! And Michael Madsen but nobody ca-a-ares!
Thanks to everyone who gave support in the last post, too. I love all of you. ^_^
astyanax ) was married to another online friend, who I shalln't name because she may be actually reading. And Gea was visiting them over at their mansion in South America. They made dinner for her but all it was was this looooong table with only knifes and forks set up, and a chocolate cake on Alex's side. So he was wondering why she wouldn't take it when she declared her undying love to him, and then he made one of those "whoops!" faces that people make in bad American shows, and then it cut to him telling me about it on MSN and saying he'd sent her to hell.
I also dreamt that there was one secret, never before seen room in our school that us pupils could only get to see once in our lives, only if we took up the next year of school. I wasn't actually there, I was just sitting in my room afterwards and trying to remember it so I could draw chibis of Merju, Drew and me going through it, but all I could manage is that it was green, and it just would always come up looking like the lobby of the Spencer Mansion. And that my dog ate my mum's ID, and O'Malley, one of my cats who passed away some while ago, was actually living with us and I loved him a lot (more than I did when he was alive, I think - he was actually my grandmother's cat.)
Physics this afternoon was not shit. It was distinctly not shit. I think it had quite the bearing on my mood, because not long ago... like not long ago at all, I was frustrated out of my mind. But things are more than okay, and I'm more than okay. I've been studying Maths, like I promised, but there's still rough ends to smooth, but at least it won't be like the last one. I'm a bit more prepared.
I also completely forgot we had a Philosophy exam tomorrow first hour, and am going to fail miserably at it. But it's ok, because the professor favours me. He's my hero. He's a bit like a wax figure, always staring blankly into the space as he talks, and it's a proven fact that he only smiles when you mention Citizen Kane or The Matrix, which by the way is a movie I despise. But it's okay. I get the opportunity to rant to him about movies a lot. And I do love Philosophy. Wouldn't hurt to read the notes once in a while, but I do love it.
I do love Mondays, because I get to chatter away with Drew at a cafe, and we make up entries on Nieztsche's diary and set all the movie casts in the world to the same tune. Mickey Rourke, Bruce Willis, Jessica Alba, Clive Owen! Rosario Dawson, Benicio del Toro, Josh Hartnett, Rutger Hauer! Elijah Wood, Brittany MurPHYYYYYYYYYY! And Michael Madsen but nobody ca-a-ares!
Thanks to everyone who gave support in the last post, too. I love all of you. ^_^