Chaucerettescs

I just finished reading Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman's Good Omens, and honestly cannot believe it's taken me this long to get around to reading it.

Especially as I'm now considering beginning a very long, sordid love affair with it.

Also, I think it goes without saying Aziraphale/Crowley=OTP

I had some weird dreams last night (none of them involving having Good Omens' babies, unfortunately.)

( I need to quit oversleeping )

lol, oh, also, this was weird: Nick and I went to see Public Enemies the other day and as I'm sitting in the theatre, I get the strangest feeling that Chase is around. I can't explain it, it was just like this creeping on the back of my neck. And so, after the movie we come out of the theater and about five seconds later out come Josh and Chase. And me and Chase just stare at each other and go "What the hell did you just see?"

Sure enough, he was in our theater. Chase and I were duly creeped out and Nick and I spent the drive home making jokes about River Tam.

Happy Cinco de Mayo!

Happy 2 year anniversary of prom! (seriously, two years ago...what?)

Speaking of prom, I seriously had the weirdest dream last night. It was prom, though apparently the school we went to was so large that needed to split it into five separate proms (there was one on a beach, one on a cruise ship, etc.). So me, Katelyn and this other girl I've never seen before get into a limo driven by Laurence Dominic from Dollhouse and he just sort of takes off and we're all "Um, I think there's supposed to be more people in here... also, I don't think we're supposed to be this far into Howell..." and we get the general gist that he's kidnapped us and is going to do horrible things to us and so I manage to get out of the car and into this other guy's, where I call the cops on his cellphone.

And then the dream did that weird thing that dreams do... where it just shifts setting with no warning and suddenly I'm at the prom taking place at this really fantastic water park and I keep getting pushed in the pool and asked to party. And I'm like "No, guys, I have some pretty serious shit to deal with right now." But nobody cares. And Harry Potter is just sort of chilling in the pool and all these people are wearing costumes in the pool, but not him. It actually just is Harry Potter, which... what? Anyway, so, like there's a guy dressed like Spiderman in the pool and an entire group of people dressed like Henry II and his family (what?). And the guy dressed like Richard the Lionheart was a total meathead and so I was like "Needs moar gay" and he got all pissed. And then me and my friend Eamonn (who was just there apparently?) and the one gay ballet dancer from Center Stage are all like "You know, I think we got the pretty sweet end of the deal as far as a waterpark prom goes" and then everyone had to go into the hotel where we were having an actual dance, which was apparently owned by Disney. And for some reason, I felt the need to take my swimsuit off, so I'm just, like, wandering around a Disney lobbey soaking wet and practically naked and I get all distracted by these cool virtual walkways... and then I woke up.

...k'. I'm sure Katelyn and what's-her-name are ok. Boyd Langton was on the case.

So, to recap, things I've been watching/thinking about too much lately:
Harry Potter
BBC's Robin Hood / The Tudors (the last of the Plantagenets were just executed on the show)
Wanting a Disney vacation
Dollhouse
Scenes with Roger and the distinct theme of attempted rape

So. At least I'm well rounded.

I was bored this morning so I decided to do a Swacit mix with nothing but Decemberists songs. Good times.

( And I am a writer, writer of fictions, I am the heart that you call home )

ZIP

Last night I had a dream that Sufjan Stevens was my next door neighbor and he always had Chase and I over at his house and was always giving us weird presents and shit. For example, he gave me a turquoise colored pencil which I loved for some reason...but mum was like "Well, that was sweet of him, dear, but you really have enough pencils." LOL, whut?

And mum was all concerned because she thought he was like some forty-year-old pedo or something and I had to explain that he was only 23 (in non-dream world, he's 33).

Anyway, me and Sufjan started dating and mum got all mad because Sufjan-makeouts kept distracting me from keeping appointments and things...

And then we all went to Magic Kingdom. Like on a school trip or something because all my high school friends were with us.

And I didn't ride anything. I was simply in search of a locker so I didn't have to carry this massive green backpack around Disney.

And then I think we had twins, but we gave them away all Juno-style. And I hated the adoptive grandfather because he was some sort of serious Ivy League prick and at one point the adoptive mother got fed up with him and burned his face on a skillet.

And then I woke up.

Wtf, brain?

IRL, I'd have kept Sufjan's babies and insisted we make moar

Cutest QC strip in ages
Aww, Faye's face in the last panel.

I didn't dislodge the clot, as it turns out. My gums are healing really well. But I did have a really bad fever last night and, as a result I think, had some seriously weird dreams.

Dream #1- I was idly rubbing at my feet and big schluffs of skin came off. Like dry husks of skin. I was literally molting. Like a snake. What the fuck was that about?

Dream #2- LolMaraudersdreamLOL! Something about a park and ice cream. Lulz were had. There was this ice cream stand with different flavors, all of which represented an HP character (though the Marauders didn't get that, of course). There was Luna ice cream, which was very tasty. Hee, Lily sat down next to Snapeadoodle with Severus flavored ice cream (which looked a lot like mint chocolate chip) and he was being the big, smelly weirdo he always is and then somebody gave Lily "Silver Stag" which was a really delicious cookies'n'cream and Snape got all jealous. Of ice cream. It was amusing. I was very disappointed that the dream ended before I got to see the Remus or Sirius flavors. I would've liked to have some. Speaking of which...

Dream #3- I don't often have intense sex dreams. I really don't have that many sex dreams at all. My pent up virgin frustrations usually find other ways to make themselves known. But, er, I certainly had one. A very good, somewhat rough one. That's not what weirded me out. What weirded me out was who I was having sex with. Let me just say this... it was with one of my characters (which makes the whole thing sort of sad)..... but not one I'd ever want to have sex with in real life. Good looking, but, just, NO. I think a couple of you can figure out who I mean through process of elimination (considering how many of my characters I would shag). Blah. What the hell? I'm totally going to blame my fever. I was clearly delirious. Also, I should probably stop listening to the Savage Love podcast as I fall asleep.

...er.... anyway, happy Fourth of July.

Did another character portrait this morning. I did Rebecca. I don't think this one is as good as the Adge one, but I have a fever and memories of spooky sex dreams floating around in my head.

( Ostriches, bitches! )

Look! No art today! S'a miracle!

( I had WTF? dreams again last night )

I got tagged:

Upload 3 songs (only 3!) that best describe your life. Tag 5 people.

1. Music is My Hot Hot Sex- CSS
Music is my beach house/ Music is my hometown/ Music is my kingsize bed/ Music's where I make my friends/ Music is my hot hot bath/ Music is my hot hot sex

As it's a generally accepted fact in my house that if I'm in my room, I have headphones on. Now this song is in one of those damn iPhone commercials. First Feist, and now this. Damn Apple and their infectiously catchy commercials.

2. Run- Snow Patrol
Light up, light up/ As if you have a choice/ Even if you cannot hear my voice/ I'll be right beside you dear

Chase made me listen to this because he said it reminded him of Swacit (which he has never read, nor heard me talk about that much) and it was just so dead on. It was sort of strange, but, then, in a funny way, my brother probably knows me better than anybody else. I think I had the lyrics to this on the story cover page for Creative Writing.

3. Stupid Girls- Pink
I'm so glad that I'll never fit in/That will never be me/Outcasts and girls with ambition/That's what I wanna see/ Disasters all around/ A world of despair.../Their only concern/ "Will they fuck up my hair?"

Lol, this is my anthem against all the girls I had to take Sociology with who gaped in awe when I used the word "sociology". "Wow...why do you use such big words?"

Tagging: linastar7, pancakerabbit06, i_maunder, radzville, modernminerva

Hugs? by ~swacit on deviantART

Comic-time. Aw, they're sort of sweet....in a dysfunctional, platonic way. I imagine I'm going to really enjoy writing Mel and Ben's quasi-reconcilliation. I don't know when I'm going to write it....but when I do...I'm definitely going to enjoy it...because the bare essentials of it are going to be pretty much just like this.

O____0 I hate to say it, but I actually think Ben is sort of cute in this. And by cute I mean sweet in a pathetic, yet still oddly endearing (and pathetic) way. At one point while double-checking back over this, I think I actually smiled..... NO! Ew! >:(

Meanwhile, Mel has clearly mastered the art of crying beautifully.

In other news, I have been having the most fucked up dreams EVER. The other night I dreamt that Chase and I were at this hotel that cut into this bay...where these Orca whales lived... but the Orcas blew massive amounts of blood out of their blowholes instead of water...........ok, WTF?