holy lordy poo.

I am interrupting my speech on amalgam to let you know that I had a fucking terrifying dream last night. Nothing at all like my usual dreams, it actually had like a direct stream of thought and stuff.

So I was sitting in the backseat of the Buick. I had my legs stretched over the backseat, the car was parked, I had my headphones in and I had a sketchbook. I was drawing while listening to music, presumably waiting for someone. I don't know if it was my sister or James or who, but I am under the assumption that they were at a gas station.

And while I was drawing, I kept hearing these thunk noises over my music. I ignored it for a while but eventually it bothered me, so I took one headphone out and looked around the car to see if anything was hitting it or something.

There were like papers taped on all of the windows, and I lifted a piece of paper and looked outside to see a lanky guy in a black hoodie standing about six feet away from the car, holding the keys in his hand. He was pressing the lock doors and unlock doors buttons over and over again, every ten seconds or so. Just ominously staring at me drawing, not moving at all.

And I made this horrified face at him. He dropped the keys and walked away at a brisk pace as if nothing had happened. So I was just sitting in the car having an asthma attack of some sort, wondering if I should get out and grab the keys and drive away, or call the police, or just stay put and wait. I was just fucking terrified.

Then there was another part in which my mother was watching my sister kick ass in World of Warcraft, so I decided to bring my computer into the room they were in and write while they played the game. I put my computer down and they both glared at me. I was like uh lolwut, and they both erupted into "GET OUT. WE REALLY DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOU. YOU CAN'T EVEN PLAY WORLD OF WARCRAFT. WE'RE PLAYING THIS GAME AND YOU'RE COMPLETELY FUCKING USELESS, SITTING THERE ARE DOING NOTHING. JUST GO."

So I dejectedly took my computer back to my room and sulked in the dark. And while brooding, I planned to kill them if they didn't buy me an Australian Cattle Dog.

I don't even know anymore. :3

WOW.

So, I did start on a post a few days ago, but it got really long and out of hand, now I have Chrys back so I can do a picture dump on here, but there is a lot of shit going on recently. Number one would be Avengers, since we are pretty much seeing it daily, two would be the fact that I'm juggling like three roleplays and eight kinkmeme fills that I promised to fill along with my regular fics, and finals week is coming up fast and I have two concerts to go to, a Sociology paper to write, and one final music test (even though I got 110% on the ordinary final, go me being an asian) as well as the re-registration for my summer classes, I have these two new fish ("Kenpachi" is the buff blue one, "Beautiful Green Thingy" is the beautiful green one because I haven't found a name or had one suggested that does proper justice to his prettiness) that I'm trying to find a tank for, I just bought a tablet for $35 after selling my Intuos last year, and yeah.

Basically, I am super busy. But I will make a post about Avengers and Race for the Cure and homeless guys in East Fremont and confusing Baroque music and The Endless Forest and the Catholic and Orthodox deer and Afterglow and all these stupid fics and League of Legends and running around with Mari and Jessica to do cosplay shopping and dudes playing bongos in the street with Dragon Ball Z shirts and thrift stores and just fun stuff and everything else right after this school garbage ends.

Also, I sort of hate myself. I thought I got the composer right when we went to see The Avengers for the second time, but I didn't. It was Schubert. Damn. Figures, since the only song of his that I really know by heart is FATHER FATHER THE ELFKING IS TOUCHING ME. :|