409. The Continuation of Stupid.
Goldsmiths decided it's also missing a reference letter. A letter no one else asked for.
And even if I reason with that [seeing that normally my application SHOULD have a reference letter in it but it's missing because the teacher I asked it from gave it to me one day later than the application deadline] they tell me this less than a month before I have to make my decision. The deadline's May 9. OH MY GOD WHY ARE THE STUPID PEOPLE ATTACKING ME?!
To top it all off, the reference letter I have has been emailed to me. No official stamps and stuff.
I'm going to forward it to them, and that will have to do.
And if it doesn't, FUCK THEM. I don't have time for this shit.
☆
In other news, I had a dream last night, and my GOD did it kick ass. :D
First of all it was set in Chicago of the... '30s? I think. Because people were wearing gangster hats and walking around with guns in their hands, lol. I was in a... bar? with a bunch of people that were my friends (not any that I know, though), mostly guys if I'm not mistaken, and we were talking and dancing and god knows what. And suddenly this chick in white ethereal clothes shows up (she was some sort of spirit) and tells me that I was going to die that day. She tells me this riddle I can't figure out and that my death is going to be an accident, or something like that. My friends generally freak out but I'm like, "d00ds, chill 0ut". (Well, NOT like that but I don't remember what I said.)
Mean while, in a director-montage sort of way, in a similar bar/pub/room sits William Beckett of The Academy Is... with bandmates (Butcher and Siska) and a bunch of fans (2-3 girls). The same chick goes to him and tells him that he's going to die that day and it's going to be during his last dance with the woman of his dreams/destiny/something like that. Like, he's going to die but it's not gonna be so bad. :P Sisky and Butcher (and ESPECIALLY the fangirls) are freaking out like ZOMGWTF but Beckett's all like "no matter what happens to me keep the band together... And I believe he mentioned something about Livejournal O_o*
In any case, the scenery changes and there's me again with my gangster friends walking towards some sort of pedestrians' avenue like the seaside lane we have in Thessaloniki (observe the funky paralia goodness), except the sky is a bleak gray, I can't see any sea anywhere, there's fog, and everything is either gray, black, or blue-ish. We get there, one short gangster friend of mine is brandishing a gun frantically, but I tell him to lower it because no matter what he does this is going to happen. I walk ahead and my friends are behind me. Suddenly a large group of people begin walking to either direction (not very crowded, but it's certainly a lot of people), I spot William Beckett in the distance, and I walk towards him because he's awesome and stuff, and the weird thing is that when I reach him he stops and looks at me like he's had an epiphany. Suddenly gunfire breaks out around us, there's panicked people running everywhere...
... AND THEN WE BREAK INTO SONG. :D
We stand there in the middle of gunfire, gazing at each other and singing... The words went along the lines of "I've been waiting for you/No you haven't" and "And we stand here, with the bullets flying around us/and we stand here, knowing that this is our last chance" or SOMETHING LIKE THAT anyway. The creepy thing was that the lyrics rhymed, and I can't rhyme to save my life.
Well apparently my subconscious can rhyme, yo.
Anyway, then a bullet hits me and goes through me and hits him and I wake up. I don't know if we survived, but even if we didn't, that was an awesome dream. Plus there was William Beckett and he's dreamy by himself ^^
* Fun fact: Beckett's band generally likes to communicate with their fans as directly as possible, which includes messages/blogs on MySpace, a phone number which they had for a period last year where fans would call and THEY would answer, and an official livejournal community where fans gather and discuss music and whatnot. I distinctly remember a reference to the community in the dream. Go figure.
That's all from my shaky subconscious and its sudden outbreaks of crack.
Brief mention of three things that are pissing me off at this moment:
I. Emma-stinkin'-Watson just got TWENTY MILLION POUNDS from the HP movies as a whole, since she turned 18 like 10 days ago. TWENTY FRIGGIN MILLION POUNDS. And I'm can't even gather 100 lousy euros to go get myself a scanner. I get pissed off at the unfairness of some people getting all the luck (especially when they don't deserve it). If you look at the bigger picture, IT'S OUTRAGEOUS.
II. My ex-boyfriend is ignoring me like I don't exist, when I am completely normal and friendly with him, like we used to be before we got together. Those were fun times, man! Don't ruin a perfectly fine friendship! >.< I swear he must hate me or something, when I didn't even TELL him what was wrong with him and why I broke up with him because it would break his heart. Suddenly I'm this evil person he doesn't even talk to. He ignores my comments on the YT vids he and the guys made, and on his "art" on dA, and from what I hear he's been acting like a downright diva. OH MY GOD GET A GRIP YOU IDIOT. He's like 100 times worse than when we were together, makes me actually say "thank God I'm not with that guy anymore", you know? *sigh* My problem with him is the fakeness of it all. (Then why do you bother, stupid Kath?!)
III. Certain people need to STOP TALKING ABOUT THEMSELVES. It's annoying. You meet up with this person, you have like a bajillion common interests, and upon conversation this person talks only about themselves and what they've accomplished and the things they like and cute family stories and BLAH BLAH BLAH~ leaving you---in reality, me---unable to form a single sentence that's longer than "Oh, me too." What is up with that? Stop it right now or I swear to Silvanus I'm gonna kill ya, and then I'm gonna work on ya. I fuckin' hate people like this. They piss me off.
That's a log of stuff for one entry O_o
Hope I didn't tire y'all.
Must go to bed... Bye nya!
And even if I reason with that [seeing that normally my application SHOULD have a reference letter in it but it's missing because the teacher I asked it from gave it to me one day later than the application deadline] they tell me this less than a month before I have to make my decision. The deadline's May 9. OH MY GOD WHY ARE THE STUPID PEOPLE ATTACKING ME?!
To top it all off, the reference letter I have has been emailed to me. No official stamps and stuff.
I'm going to forward it to them, and that will have to do.
And if it doesn't, FUCK THEM. I don't have time for this shit.
☆
In other news, I had a dream last night, and my GOD did it kick ass. :D
First of all it was set in Chicago of the... '30s? I think. Because people were wearing gangster hats and walking around with guns in their hands, lol. I was in a... bar? with a bunch of people that were my friends (not any that I know, though), mostly guys if I'm not mistaken, and we were talking and dancing and god knows what. And suddenly this chick in white ethereal clothes shows up (she was some sort of spirit) and tells me that I was going to die that day. She tells me this riddle I can't figure out and that my death is going to be an accident, or something like that. My friends generally freak out but I'm like, "d00ds, chill 0ut". (Well, NOT like that but I don't remember what I said.)
Mean while, in a director-montage sort of way, in a similar bar/pub/room sits William Beckett of The Academy Is... with bandmates (Butcher and Siska) and a bunch of fans (2-3 girls). The same chick goes to him and tells him that he's going to die that day and it's going to be during his last dance with the woman of his dreams/destiny/something like that. Like, he's going to die but it's not gonna be so bad. :P Sisky and Butcher (and ESPECIALLY the fangirls) are freaking out like ZOMGWTF but Beckett's all like "no matter what happens to me keep the band together... And I believe he mentioned something about Livejournal O_o*
In any case, the scenery changes and there's me again with my gangster friends walking towards some sort of pedestrians' avenue like the seaside lane we have in Thessaloniki (observe the funky paralia goodness), except the sky is a bleak gray, I can't see any sea anywhere, there's fog, and everything is either gray, black, or blue-ish. We get there, one short gangster friend of mine is brandishing a gun frantically, but I tell him to lower it because no matter what he does this is going to happen. I walk ahead and my friends are behind me. Suddenly a large group of people begin walking to either direction (not very crowded, but it's certainly a lot of people), I spot William Beckett in the distance, and I walk towards him because he's awesome and stuff, and the weird thing is that when I reach him he stops and looks at me like he's had an epiphany. Suddenly gunfire breaks out around us, there's panicked people running everywhere...
... AND THEN WE BREAK INTO SONG. :D
We stand there in the middle of gunfire, gazing at each other and singing... The words went along the lines of "I've been waiting for you/No you haven't" and "And we stand here, with the bullets flying around us/and we stand here, knowing that this is our last chance" or SOMETHING LIKE THAT anyway. The creepy thing was that the lyrics rhymed, and I can't rhyme to save my life.
Well apparently my subconscious can rhyme, yo.
Anyway, then a bullet hits me and goes through me and hits him and I wake up. I don't know if we survived, but even if we didn't, that was an awesome dream. Plus there was William Beckett and he's dreamy by himself ^^
* Fun fact: Beckett's band generally likes to communicate with their fans as directly as possible, which includes messages/blogs on MySpace, a phone number which they had for a period last year where fans would call and THEY would answer, and an official livejournal community where fans gather and discuss music and whatnot. I distinctly remember a reference to the community in the dream. Go figure.
That's all from my shaky subconscious and its sudden outbreaks of crack.
Brief mention of three things that are pissing me off at this moment:
I. Emma-stinkin'-Watson just got TWENTY MILLION POUNDS from the HP movies as a whole, since she turned 18 like 10 days ago. TWENTY FRIGGIN MILLION POUNDS. And I'm can't even gather 100 lousy euros to go get myself a scanner. I get pissed off at the unfairness of some people getting all the luck (especially when they don't deserve it). If you look at the bigger picture, IT'S OUTRAGEOUS.
II. My ex-boyfriend is ignoring me like I don't exist, when I am completely normal and friendly with him, like we used to be before we got together. Those were fun times, man! Don't ruin a perfectly fine friendship! >.< I swear he must hate me or something, when I didn't even TELL him what was wrong with him and why I broke up with him because it would break his heart. Suddenly I'm this evil person he doesn't even talk to. He ignores my comments on the YT vids he and the guys made, and on his "art" on dA, and from what I hear he's been acting like a downright diva. OH MY GOD GET A GRIP YOU IDIOT. He's like 100 times worse than when we were together, makes me actually say "thank God I'm not with that guy anymore", you know? *sigh* My problem with him is the fakeness of it all. (Then why do you bother, stupid Kath?!)
III. Certain people need to STOP TALKING ABOUT THEMSELVES. It's annoying. You meet up with this person, you have like a bajillion common interests, and upon conversation this person talks only about themselves and what they've accomplished and the things they like and cute family stories and BLAH BLAH BLAH~ leaving you---in reality, me---unable to form a single sentence that's longer than "Oh, me too." What is up with that? Stop it right now or I swear to Silvanus I'm gonna kill ya, and then I'm gonna work on ya. I fuckin' hate people like this. They piss me off.
That's a log of stuff for one entry O_o
Hope I didn't tire y'all.
Must go to bed... Bye nya!