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Oct. 30th, 2008 12:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liptonrm_backupI'm up in the middle of the night. Woohoo?
Am up because I had a bad night last night then went to class (OMG, like kind exchanges can bite me), then went to the cider mill with the Mum, then waited around while she ran errands on the way back from the cider mill. By the end of it all it was 4PM and I was ready to fall down and die. So that's what I did, in a sleep-coma sort of way. Slept through the evening, slept through the Obama infomercial/broadcast/thing, but woke up in time to catch him on The Daily Show while I made alterations to a graduation robe that I'm using as a Halloween costume (three words: sparkly black tulle).
Have been contemplating food but dishes are dirty and all I have is soup and pb&j fixings, neither of which sound like what I want. Maybe I should go to Meijer (the only thing open in my hometown at this time of night). But then again, maybe not.
Speaking of sleep comas, have been having some pretty crazy dreams lately. Strangely enough, Winchesters have been in some of them. Let's see, there was the dream where I was at a literary camp and I ended up crying on Sam's shoulder and then driving away in a car that turned into a cyborg dog (normal dog on the outside, wires on the inside). And then there was the one where I convinced a bunch of construction workers to provide evidence against their mafia bosses and was congratulated by Senators Obama and Biden. And let's not forget last night's dream where I was with Sam&Dean but Dean had a dog (apparently in my subconscious dog=car and vice versa) and then Sam dressed up like Indiana Jones (hat and coat and whip and everything) and he and the dog left and Dean and I took a nap. In a field.
Yeah, I don't know either.
I totally brainwashed my mother into watching MSNBC. She now regularly talks about things that either Keith Olbermann or Rachel Maddow have said. It's driving my dad crazy. He's very anti-pundits. But, hey, it could be worse for him, she could still be watching Lou Dobbs every night. My mom has also volunteered with the Obama campaign to drive people to the polls next Tuesday. Sometimes she really does kind of rock.
And then there are other times where I'm in a movie so I don't answer my phone so she decides to drive by my apartment to make sure that I'm okay. Because I'm in a movie and didn't tell beforehand that I was going. Because I'm 29 years old. And then when she calls me and I tell her I'm at FGC (and not in my hometown) she'll say something like, "That's okay, honey, you don't have to let me know where you are." Well, obviously I do.
And this is why it's okay that Dean's a dick. Because everyone is both awesome and annoying all at the same time! Though let us never compare Dean to my mother again because that is traumatizing on a whole new level of disturbing.
Wow, it's almost Halloween. And then it'll be Election Day. And after that's over I don't know what us Americans will do with all the time that will suddenly be freed up on the 24hr news channels. Eh, Madonna's getting a divorce, I'm sure that'll keep them going for a while.
BTW, if you're in SPN fandom you must watch this outrageously hilarious video thing. It is one of the greatest fandom creations I've ever seen. You so do not want to miss it.
Am up because I had a bad night last night then went to class (OMG, like kind exchanges can bite me), then went to the cider mill with the Mum, then waited around while she ran errands on the way back from the cider mill. By the end of it all it was 4PM and I was ready to fall down and die. So that's what I did, in a sleep-coma sort of way. Slept through the evening, slept through the Obama infomercial/broadcast/thing, but woke up in time to catch him on The Daily Show while I made alterations to a graduation robe that I'm using as a Halloween costume (three words: sparkly black tulle).
Have been contemplating food but dishes are dirty and all I have is soup and pb&j fixings, neither of which sound like what I want. Maybe I should go to Meijer (the only thing open in my hometown at this time of night). But then again, maybe not.
Speaking of sleep comas, have been having some pretty crazy dreams lately. Strangely enough, Winchesters have been in some of them. Let's see, there was the dream where I was at a literary camp and I ended up crying on Sam's shoulder and then driving away in a car that turned into a cyborg dog (normal dog on the outside, wires on the inside). And then there was the one where I convinced a bunch of construction workers to provide evidence against their mafia bosses and was congratulated by Senators Obama and Biden. And let's not forget last night's dream where I was with Sam&Dean but Dean had a dog (apparently in my subconscious dog=car and vice versa) and then Sam dressed up like Indiana Jones (hat and coat and whip and everything) and he and the dog left and Dean and I took a nap. In a field.
Yeah, I don't know either.
I totally brainwashed my mother into watching MSNBC. She now regularly talks about things that either Keith Olbermann or Rachel Maddow have said. It's driving my dad crazy. He's very anti-pundits. But, hey, it could be worse for him, she could still be watching Lou Dobbs every night. My mom has also volunteered with the Obama campaign to drive people to the polls next Tuesday. Sometimes she really does kind of rock.
And then there are other times where I'm in a movie so I don't answer my phone so she decides to drive by my apartment to make sure that I'm okay. Because I'm in a movie and didn't tell beforehand that I was going. Because I'm 29 years old. And then when she calls me and I tell her I'm at FGC (and not in my hometown) she'll say something like, "That's okay, honey, you don't have to let me know where you are." Well, obviously I do.
And this is why it's okay that Dean's a dick. Because everyone is both awesome and annoying all at the same time! Though let us never compare Dean to my mother again because that is traumatizing on a whole new level of disturbing.
Wow, it's almost Halloween. And then it'll be Election Day. And after that's over I don't know what us Americans will do with all the time that will suddenly be freed up on the 24hr news channels. Eh, Madonna's getting a divorce, I'm sure that'll keep them going for a while.
BTW, if you're in SPN fandom you must watch this outrageously hilarious video thing. It is one of the greatest fandom creations I've ever seen. You so do not want to miss it.
