My dreams have gotten progressively weirder lately.

The night before last I actually had a somewhat happy one: it involved the cast of XF + me + doing something amusing and weird, together. Like, Gillian was all "Let's make a music video!" So she, David, Dean H, and myself (?!), made a music video (?!!) to a song we just sort of made up on the spot. And it was good. Very bizarre and random indeed, but good nonetheless? xD

Last night I had a dream I stole someone's car, placed the blame on someone else, and then watched my accomplice (who was no one in particular) have his head ripped off by some giant creature and then his body blew up in a big car crash of flames and spurting blood.

Crazy person says what?



(What?)

And now I'm awake like an hour and a half early just because. The sun is really pretty in the morning. It's somewhat of a surprise, since I haven't been awake at this time of morning willfully since... well, probably the summer when I generally didn't go to sleep until about 8am-10am. So that's not very long ago. But even so.

Speaking of, I found my sleep disorder. It's not insomnia! Ha! Ha ha! Ha ha ha! >.>



Someone, please make school go away.

So, my thing for Langly/Dean Haglund?

It's back. o_o

Not kidding.

( a few details.. haha )

I'm such a little... fan. I mean, really, it's sad. Not that I've ever cared about that, but I felt it needed some sort of mention.

ALSO, I've decided I really like Skinner. Yes. Darcy and I, we are Skinner fans. Because he's a huge guy and he's likeable and he's gruff. Gruff! Not many men are gruff in a good way these days. :>

I could go into detail about that but I think this bizarre little demonstration of my unnatural attraction to older men whom most would deem... naturally unattractive, is quite enough for this late hour.