I Don't want the World to See Me

So awhile back, I got this cheap imitation of a FitBit...it only cost 12 bucks...so yeah, doesn't really work. It can count steps and kinda monitor sleep (it rounds to the nearest half hour and I could jump around and it still counts it as sleeping). BUT, since I started wearing it at night, I have remembered all my dreams! The one night I didn't wear it, I didn't remember a thing.

Odd, but that totally makes it worth the money for me :D

So I had an Avengers dream last night. Kinda. It was pre-Iron Man. Me and another girl were messengers in this underground stone cavern. Thousands of people lived down there and it was a really rough 'neighborhood'. Tony Stark was undercover (for lack of a better word) and he was rooming with this young curly haired man called Jarvis.

We delivered letters and government stuff a lot to them. One time we were found out and the package we were delivering was almost taken. Lots of running and hiding and taking oddly placed elevators. Sometime later, Jarvis had been killed. Tony's face when we made the next delivery was heartbreaking :(

I woke up shortly after that. In the dream, my character didn't think there was a relationship going on - too much almost dying to have time to analyze my clients, but when I woke up - wow.

I don't read Tony fic. I might have skimmed a summary a month ago or so about Jarvis being Tony's secret lover, but I want to ship this! Might have to ask on avengers_request if I can't shake this.

The Following with Kevin Bacon plus reading up on Sherlock filming news before bed equals a dream where the Sherlock cast is dancing to Footloose.

WTF, brain?

I just had a dream that involved Glee and Adam Lambert. I don't remember much of it, but no one wanted him on the club because he was strange/different, even though he was an awesome singer.

Not sure who reached out to him (me, maybe? but I have no idea who I was in the dream), but everyone else had ticked him off/insulted him so he didn't want to be in Glee anymore.

Uugh, the memories of it faded so fast after I woke up :(

I do remember someone, maybe him? taught me how to put on guyliner (I think I was a guy in the dream).

So strange, but I want to go back!

I had a SPN dream :D

I rarely have dreams about TV shows, or anything that I am in to.

Anyway, I remember seeing a preview for an upcoming episode, which involved fairy tale creatures going crazy, like in the movie The Brothers Grimm. But then I was watching it, then I was a part of it.

Dean and I were investigating a fancy hotel. I guess I was Sam. We split up and I think we each checked into a separate room to split up and try to lure whatever it was out. By this point, it has nothing to do with the preview I had seen. I end up attacking something that was a cross between a puppet and an animated character. A plump lady had heard the noise of the struggle...guess she was a cleaning lady? and she was so shocked to see a drawn character laying knocked out on the floor.

I was cold so I put on his jacket, which was freaking warm for being made out of nothing lol, and tried to get Dean's attention from the balcony of the room. But the bastard was oblivious.

Then I woke up.

*cackles*

I actually had a dream that was fandom related. Unfortunately, it happened like 15 hours ago, so I don't remember much of it *sigh*

But the biggie part was that something happened to Wilson. I think he was in a hospital bed, with House standing back and near the foot of the bed. Dunno who I was...maybe a doctor? Anyway, we were watching to find out of Wilson was 'brain dead' from whatever had happened to him...(there was some race through the library that I work at on Sundays in the 'previous scene' to this, but no House cast there). Wilson had just woken up and had said "Hi" which was no form of conformation, appariently.

Then Mom woke me up (which was probably the only reason why I remembered it at all). I was still able to doze enough to be put back into that dream spot, so back to the waiting game--all us staring at Wilson. Then Mom kept telling me to get out of bed--grrrr!--and I could not concentrate enough to focus and finish it up myself :-/

And, at about 8am (Mom woke me at 11), a poster started to fall off my wall (I have several movie posters up). It tell about half way and freaked me and Ki (I could feel her tense up). Then about 10 minutes later--after I was mostly asleep--it fell all the way. I felt the cat leap off my bed and flee.

Now my eyes hurt and my vision keeps blurring...yet I need to finish flist and I am determined to finish the last 18 pages of a book I have been trying to get through.

And my autocomplete for tags decides it doesn't want to work for me. Ever.

How does this update thingy work again? *poke poke*

I'm a horrible updater! Now that my flist consists of less than 100 entries (a blessing and a curse--fewer fics to read), I actually have time for *gasp* other stuffs! Like updating! Not that I have too much of that to do, but whatever :)

Let's see where this update takes me...

A couple nights ago, I ended up staying on the computer until 5am. Let's just say I got a bit carried away with research (one of you out there knows what I mean) and...yeah. So I ran around (quietly) to get ready for bed before one of the parents noticed I was up. It was light outside and the birds were chirping. Unlike several of your out there (:P), it doesn't bother me in the least. I like the sounds of birdies :D
But a combonation of the frantic jump-into-bed-fall-asleep, the fact that 6/6/6 was over with, and the TB Magician's Nephew (Read by Kenneth Branagh--very wonderful) that I had been listening to gave me a terrible nightmare. Don't remember much about it except things were randomly exploding/becoming non-existant. Very freaky. And the nothing was pure black.
I had heard somewhere...isn't it true that when you are dreaming, you can't think 'this is so wierd, it must be a dream'? Well, during the dream, I had that thought, then completely freaked out because that, by what I remember being told, that meant the dream was real. I woke up a couple hours after I fell asleep with a bad case of the frights and shivers. Fuuunn *grumble*
Woke up again an hour later--around 8--and stretched. Big mistake. I had tried to get into the habit of no-big-stretches in the mornings. Why? Fucking leg cramp! 2 days later, my leg still feels like it had been punched hard.

*Throws balloons in celebration of the completion of the fluff list*
http://michelleann68.livejournal.com/28077.html
1000+ fluffs at last!

Ah, it is the time of year for graduation again (grats to all the grads out there!)
So, tomorrow (aka friday) I am heading over to my HS to practice playing the band songs. I was planning on going to graduation on Saturday, and figure I might as well make myself useful and play along. I have played all the songs before (need to refresh my memory and learn which parts I need to pretend to play, hehe). I need to be at the school at 1:30 tomorrow (damn, I hope I have the right time). I took an hour vacation from work to do it, too. (I have 58 vacation hours, and it maxes at 60. Might as well use them).
I am getting all nervous thinking about it :( I love playing in band, but I hate socializing with people, or people doing the 'who are you?' thing. Last year was the first year I hadn't been to graduation since 7th grade--10 years ago o.0 Scary how time flys! I've been playing flute for over 10 years!

Damn, my thoughts are all over the place, hehe. I start with one topic, and cram like 3 in one paragraph.

Back to graduation. The last friend I have in school is graduating. She is giving a farewell speech. I wish I got to talk to her more. She has no internet at home, only though the school, and then we only talk to schedule time for band practice/games. She swung by the library one to drop off some music with me, and we talked for like a half hour, despite the fact I was supposed to be working. And we were in a spot where everyone could hear us, too *cringes* I like private conversations. So, not able to talk of slash at all. I printed off a few pieces to give her tomorrow.
Uh, back to original thought of that paragraph...since she is graduating, the last person in band that I talk to is Amy, and she will be in 8th grade I think (shit I feel old). Anyways, this last year, she has turned into one of those little fashion nuts. Into style, clothing, makeup. *gag* So I don't think I will be talking to her much. So, next year if I go to games, I will be pretty much sitting by myself. There are a few people who I joked with, but I think most are graduating as well.
Guess I could go for a few games, if only to have people ask me what grade I am in. Yeah, most don't believe me that I have graduated.

Fandom related--hmmmm, maybe I should put this first, so people will actually read it...oh well lol, bolding will have to do.
I completed one of the 2 birthday fics I have been trying to work on. 2 people on my flist have the same BD as me (25th), so I wanted to write up a little something for them. Quite pleased with the first result--Wilson strips for House. So expect that and (hopefully) the other if it behaves itself to appear around the 25th of this month.

I soooo need a new computer. Got the go-ahead from Mom to get a new one (I bitch so much about this one that she finally got the hint). I think I will wait until the end of this month. One thing that troubles me, is my printer. I think I lost the install disk that came with it, so I don't know if I will be able to get it to work for the new one?

I mentioned somewhere ^up^ ^there^ that I was listening to The Magician's Nephew on talking book. I got a set from the library that has all the Narnia books. Each book is read by a different person. Kenneth Branagh is awesome. I wish he did more talking books, really a joy to listen to.
*wonders why she is babbling for 45 minutes when can be listening to talking book*

I guess I will wrap this up with a bye, bye :)

Damn, still rich text mode.

Got a bunch of stuff to babble about :-)

Sorry about no new clips of RSL reading 'Applewhites.' YSI is being a pain and I can't get anything uploaded.
Also I need to type up a review of the House finale..

On my last Sunday until the fall (couple weeks ago), I was poking though a book. I have a habit of randomly grabbing books off shelves--quite often I end up grabbing something that is damaged or has papers stuffed in them. Anyways, the book I grabbed was called 'That Book of Perfectly Useless Information' I was flipping though the beginning of it where there were tons of quotes from celebrities about various subjects. I Got to page 6, skimming along quote about fathers when this caught my eye:
Hugh Laurie:
"I looked up to my father too much to really open up my heart to him. We were almost formal. I did not tell him I loved him. All I can do is hope he would have known."
No idea if that has been put up anywhere, but I love the quote! And, it is probably the only time Hugh is mentioned in the book, and I turn practically right to it! (No celeb. index in the back to check)

Last week I went though a phase of going to bed at about 5 am. So wierd to go to bed as it was getting light and the birds were chirping!! If I could get up whenever I wanted to, I would love to be able to go to bed at that time every night!
But, I got in trouble 2 days ago and now have a 2am curfew *grumbles*

I had an odd RSL dream several nights ago.
I was doing something on a computer for a TV station. I think I was supposed to be feeding actors interview lines or something. RSL was the actor and I somehow managed to screw up, so the interview ended early. My thought: "The fan are going to kill me!!!" *panic*
I think RSL felt sorry for me because he gave me a little hug, hehe. Not much, but I will take what I can get!!

Been raining the last few days, so I don't have to water any of Mom's damn plants! *happy dance* 
She had been saying that she was going to cut down on plants when we were moving...now she has more than ever!
And my plum tree has one plum on it this year. It looks so lonely lol

Gotta leave for work in a half hour or so. 20 minutes earlier than I need to leave, but I like to get there early so I can read or write in the staff room. I can always read and write here, but it is fun to write in a different setting...and to try to keep the smut hidden as coworkers wander by!

Coulda swore I had more to say....
...oh well...I can always make another post :-)

Ick...been meaning to babble a bit here for awhile, but I haven't really felt like anything other than the fan squees and such. I had just noticed that 8 of my past 10 posts have been TB sound clips lol
So, this will be very randoM.

Saw V for Vendetta last Sunday, so the alone trip to the theater was a success. Not many people there. I chatted for a second with the 'food people' to see what they thought. They said they liked it and that the only people who hadn't were ones that had a hard time following the story line.
I couldn't resist the popcorn, so I bought a small sized and took a seat off to the right set of seats. Considering how few people there were, I should have sat in the middle, but, well...I ALWAYS sit to the right.
Moving right along, ha ha, I loved the movie! Much less violence than I thought there would be, and not as dark. V in an apron had me giggling for a bit. Stephen Fry was awesome while he lasted, and that show he did had me in stitches! Too few people in the theater to tell if anyone else was as amused as I was, unfortunately. Gave me flashes back to "A Bit of Fry and Laurie"
Still was a wise choice to 'go solo' to it, since I doubt that either parent would approve. I might have to rent it when it comes out to give them the hour version of it.
I'm not one of the people who should drive after watching a movie at the theater. I think I get into it a little bit and feel real detached. I hardly remember the drive home and am really surprised I made it back lol

I've had a few odd dreams in the past week. In one, I was looking in the bathroom mirror and I seemed to have grown a partial beard a la House. I was trying to decide if it was real noticible. Felt wierd touching it--in a very real way. Another dream--I dreamed that Hugh was performing on a duet version of American Idol. I thought he sounded so so, but Simon loved it. Said something about that numerous contestants have performed it over the years, but 'this was the first realistic version we have had yet' So, yeah lol.

A sentence in my Entertainment Weekly mag in the What to watch section:
House:
Wilson's still living with House, because oncologists can't afford hotels.
I'm hoping this means that they will still be living together by the end of the episode :D :D :D :D

Today at Wallyworld, I bought Switchfoot, the early years 1997-2000 3 CD set! Has 3 of their first albums, 32 songs :D Was only 14 bucks yay!

Wednesday at the library was Hell. There was so much shelving to do! I did 2 and a half hours worth of shelving from my cart in an hour, then spent my next hour shelving downstairs. Corine, by boss, was over shelving audio books, and I shelved all the new books while she was over there. She was a bit surprised when she came back, hehe. I think she was tempted to tell me to shelve accurately as well as fast, but she didn't. I think after over 2 years she has learned not to bug me when I am in 'speedy mode.' About ready to collapse when I got home, then had to listen to Mom grouch at me that 2 hours of working is nothing compared to what she use to do. *sigh*

Hmm...staring blankly at the screen should be a clue that I have run out of things to babble about.