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Sep. 27th, 2011 11:08 amA few things have happened in my life this week. Let's see:
* Lt. Wrestler and the Philospher were home for Sunday dinner this week. After dinner they went downstairs and a few minutes later I went down to tell them goodbye. The door was closed so I knocked. Usually, when I knock on a family member's door I go right in afterwards, but something warned me not to open that door. I waited and I waited and then I heard clothes rustling and in my head I was all OMG. So I said goodbye through the door and let them get back to doing whatever it was that they were doing. *wink wink nudge nudge*
Though, really, couldn't they keep it in their pants for the two whole minutes between the end of dinner and my departure? It's not like my little brother was in South Korea for an entire year. Oh, wait, never mind.
* While waiting for the family to come home from church I poked around my mom's workroom a little bit. To my surprise and delight I discovered my old Cabbage Patch kids which I had thought lost forever. I pulled down the plastic tub with my old doll clothes and very carefully dressed them all. They meant a lot to me when I was little and I'm so glad that they weren't gone for good.
* For the past few months I've been having a lot of SPN s.7 dreams. In one I was living at Bobby Singer's house (though re: dream logic he was Bobby Singer and Jim Beaver at the same time). He told me that the show was premiering that night and didn't I want to watch it? When I told him no he thought I was being ridiculous but after he watched it he had to rant at me about how awful it was. He said he was going to call Robert Singer and complain. I also dreamt that I was talking to the SPN writer's room, telling them about how sad I was that I was leaving the show and how much it had meant to me. And then, finally, a couple nights ago I dreamed that I was having a long, indepth discussion with Castiel about the nature of free will and how he was getting it all wrong.
My brain, you guys. At least those are better than the dreams where I have to go back to high school even though I graduated over a decade ago.
* I love how stories wrap you up. It's amazing how you can fall into a world, how it can completely envelop you, and how, when you pull yourself away, it sits there, right at the corner of your vision, waiting for you to come back.
* Lt. Wrestler and the Philospher were home for Sunday dinner this week. After dinner they went downstairs and a few minutes later I went down to tell them goodbye. The door was closed so I knocked. Usually, when I knock on a family member's door I go right in afterwards, but something warned me not to open that door. I waited and I waited and then I heard clothes rustling and in my head I was all OMG. So I said goodbye through the door and let them get back to doing whatever it was that they were doing. *wink wink nudge nudge*
Though, really, couldn't they keep it in their pants for the two whole minutes between the end of dinner and my departure? It's not like my little brother was in South Korea for an entire year. Oh, wait, never mind.
* While waiting for the family to come home from church I poked around my mom's workroom a little bit. To my surprise and delight I discovered my old Cabbage Patch kids which I had thought lost forever. I pulled down the plastic tub with my old doll clothes and very carefully dressed them all. They meant a lot to me when I was little and I'm so glad that they weren't gone for good.
* For the past few months I've been having a lot of SPN s.7 dreams. In one I was living at Bobby Singer's house (though re: dream logic he was Bobby Singer and Jim Beaver at the same time). He told me that the show was premiering that night and didn't I want to watch it? When I told him no he thought I was being ridiculous but after he watched it he had to rant at me about how awful it was. He said he was going to call Robert Singer and complain. I also dreamt that I was talking to the SPN writer's room, telling them about how sad I was that I was leaving the show and how much it had meant to me. And then, finally, a couple nights ago I dreamed that I was having a long, indepth discussion with Castiel about the nature of free will and how he was getting it all wrong.
My brain, you guys. At least those are better than the dreams where I have to go back to high school even though I graduated over a decade ago.
* I love how stories wrap you up. It's amazing how you can fall into a world, how it can completely envelop you, and how, when you pull yourself away, it sits there, right at the corner of your vision, waiting for you to come back.
