Erin RUTH (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lesmisloony) wrote2009-03-04 10:48 am
lesmisloony) wrote2009-03-04 10:48 am
Entry tags:
So, this dream I had...
Dream:
I was in a stage play version of Repo at a high school and, ye Gods, I was Amber Sweet. I was backstage and looking over the script (I think it may have been a dress rehearsal: in any case, I was vastly underprepared) and in the next scene there was to be a GeneCo fashion show and I, playing Amber Sweet, was supposed to wear something slutty. Unfortunately, the costume was nowhere to be found and I had to go to my own closet, rushed because my entrance was coming up in just a moment. I was talking to someone at the time and saying "But what's the most cleavage-y thing I have?!?" We finally realised we would have to make to with a flannel shirt and a pair of shorts. The clothes were suprisingly Sim-ish. Or not suprisingly so. Unfortunately, having settled on an outift that was decidedly NOT slutty, I couldn't find a pair of shorts. The person I was with told me that I was wearing some right now, but in fact I was only wearing underwear.
Then I was watching the high school Repo performance on video with a boy I'm trying not to like. At the part where Amber Sweet is supposed to make an entrance, someone who wasn't me came out. I had to explain that, having rejected my costume and lost the self-confidence to dress scantily, I had given the part to someone else at the last minute. Good to know my self-confidence issues extend to my dreams.
The boy and I were on a train at this point, apparently going back to college from spring break. And college was in the French countryside. I remember telling myself I was going to study Basque (the dialect, not the character). The train was exceedingly narrow, comprised of only two rows where we could stand and hold onto those ceiling straps. As I was talking to that boy, someone else started talking to me. I turned around (every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never comin' round...) and saw THE GUY I LOVED IN HIGH SCHOOL. I was standing between the boy I don't want to crush upon now and the guy I loved in high school and still kind of adore despite the fact that I haven't seen him in years. I didn't know which to talk to. I had a brief conversation with the high school crush about cell phones. He was on his way to his college in Tennessee. Then I spent a long time wondering why I train heading to the French countryside was going to swing by Nashville first...
Anyway, that was basically it. Then my Dalek alarm clock went off and I wondered how many weeks I will have that thing before it wakes me up without giving me a mild heart attack.
To Do:
1. Homework. Finish reading Andromaque, read Le Cid, and study that history of the French language.
2. Find more disk space. Will probably have to delete my Doctor Who episodes. Meh.
3. Get a region-free DVD player! Might need to get paid first.
4. Burn some DVD's. Gotta free up that disk space.
5. Do something about the sudden loss of soundtrack for those two youtube videos. Megavideo, maybe?
6. Watch Monday's Heroes.
That reminds me!
So, I watched last week's Lost and I watched last week's Heroes. And... well, for the first time in about three years I genuinely enjoyed Lost. Admittedly I snarked about it a lot (STOP trying to do those big reveals!) The show is a little predictable (oh Ben, I knew what you were up to the minute you helped Locke down), though I did jump when the not!Haitian got shot. There was some clunky dialogue when not!Haitian was telling Locke about himself, but that's fine. The show is really playing with my head in that I believe every word I hear Ben or Charles Widmore say. I'm still inclined to adore Ben, by the way. He's delightfully incomprehensible and I love that. I also love the beardy not!Doctor guy whose name I always forget, but if he does nothing but angst over that ginger I'm going to be upset. I still love Sawyer and probably always will, but he's done nothing lately. Except angst over Kate, and oh how I hate Kate. And Jack. How great was Hurley in that last episode, by the way? I think his bit was my favourite. And I even Jack's scene was pretty good! They're letting me believe that I'm starting to understand what's going on, too, so yay! Also, WAAAALLTwhoa!
Now, Heroes. Poor show. I didn't hate that episode either (maybe I was just in a good mood?) but the show is slipping so fast. I hate the current plot, the running and hiding and hunting and evil!Nathan. Thank God for HRG being so awesome. And Angela! Then again, at least the current plot isn't AHHH NEW YORK SHALL ASPLODE! because that was getting old. I miss Claude. And Sylar's thing with that sidekick? Beautiful. Oh, and I wouldn't be me if I didn't say "HAI THAR SLASHY MATTHINDER! Matt and Mohinder, seriously? They were bickering just like, oh, I don't know, a couple that broke up due to an awesome little speedster and an abiding love for a serial killer. And LOSING THEIR CHILD SOMEHOW. But the scene! Where Mohinder tackled Matt! And was all straddling him and stuff! I was staring at the screen in shock. And amazement.
I'm really glad Mohinder was such a jerk in that episode because I get so tired of his lofty SKIENCE crap. It's good to see him acting in his own interest. That's called consistency. Speaking of which, Peter had none. He was not consistent. Because he usually makes me want to break things, but that episode? He was GOOD. I liked him. It blew my mind.
Okay, now I'll pay attention to my professor for a while.
I was in a stage play version of Repo at a high school and, ye Gods, I was Amber Sweet. I was backstage and looking over the script (I think it may have been a dress rehearsal: in any case, I was vastly underprepared) and in the next scene there was to be a GeneCo fashion show and I, playing Amber Sweet, was supposed to wear something slutty. Unfortunately, the costume was nowhere to be found and I had to go to my own closet, rushed because my entrance was coming up in just a moment. I was talking to someone at the time and saying "But what's the most cleavage-y thing I have?!?" We finally realised we would have to make to with a flannel shirt and a pair of shorts. The clothes were suprisingly Sim-ish. Or not suprisingly so. Unfortunately, having settled on an outift that was decidedly NOT slutty, I couldn't find a pair of shorts. The person I was with told me that I was wearing some right now, but in fact I was only wearing underwear.
Then I was watching the high school Repo performance on video with a boy I'm trying not to like. At the part where Amber Sweet is supposed to make an entrance, someone who wasn't me came out. I had to explain that, having rejected my costume and lost the self-confidence to dress scantily, I had given the part to someone else at the last minute. Good to know my self-confidence issues extend to my dreams.
The boy and I were on a train at this point, apparently going back to college from spring break. And college was in the French countryside. I remember telling myself I was going to study Basque (the dialect, not the character). The train was exceedingly narrow, comprised of only two rows where we could stand and hold onto those ceiling straps. As I was talking to that boy, someone else started talking to me. I turned around (every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never comin' round...) and saw THE GUY I LOVED IN HIGH SCHOOL. I was standing between the boy I don't want to crush upon now and the guy I loved in high school and still kind of adore despite the fact that I haven't seen him in years. I didn't know which to talk to. I had a brief conversation with the high school crush about cell phones. He was on his way to his college in Tennessee. Then I spent a long time wondering why I train heading to the French countryside was going to swing by Nashville first...
Anyway, that was basically it. Then my Dalek alarm clock went off and I wondered how many weeks I will have that thing before it wakes me up without giving me a mild heart attack.
To Do:
1. Homework. Finish reading Andromaque, read Le Cid, and study that history of the French language.
2. Find more disk space. Will probably have to delete my Doctor Who episodes. Meh.
3. Get a region-free DVD player! Might need to get paid first.
4. Burn some DVD's. Gotta free up that disk space.
5. Do something about the sudden loss of soundtrack for those two youtube videos. Megavideo, maybe?
6. Watch Monday's Heroes.
That reminds me!
So, I watched last week's Lost and I watched last week's Heroes. And... well, for the first time in about three years I genuinely enjoyed Lost. Admittedly I snarked about it a lot (STOP trying to do those big reveals!) The show is a little predictable (oh Ben, I knew what you were up to the minute you helped Locke down), though I did jump when the not!Haitian got shot. There was some clunky dialogue when not!Haitian was telling Locke about himself, but that's fine. The show is really playing with my head in that I believe every word I hear Ben or Charles Widmore say. I'm still inclined to adore Ben, by the way. He's delightfully incomprehensible and I love that. I also love the beardy not!Doctor guy whose name I always forget, but if he does nothing but angst over that ginger I'm going to be upset. I still love Sawyer and probably always will, but he's done nothing lately. Except angst over Kate, and oh how I hate Kate. And Jack. How great was Hurley in that last episode, by the way? I think his bit was my favourite. And I even Jack's scene was pretty good! They're letting me believe that I'm starting to understand what's going on, too, so yay! Also, WAAAALLTwhoa!
Now, Heroes. Poor show. I didn't hate that episode either (maybe I was just in a good mood?) but the show is slipping so fast. I hate the current plot, the running and hiding and hunting and evil!Nathan. Thank God for HRG being so awesome. And Angela! Then again, at least the current plot isn't AHHH NEW YORK SHALL ASPLODE! because that was getting old. I miss Claude. And Sylar's thing with that sidekick? Beautiful. Oh, and I wouldn't be me if I didn't say "HAI THAR SLASHY MATTHINDER! Matt and Mohinder, seriously? They were bickering just like, oh, I don't know, a couple that broke up due to an awesome little speedster and an abiding love for a serial killer. And LOSING THEIR CHILD SOMEHOW. But the scene! Where Mohinder tackled Matt! And was all straddling him and stuff! I was staring at the screen in shock. And amazement.
I'm really glad Mohinder was such a jerk in that episode because I get so tired of his lofty SKIENCE crap. It's good to see him acting in his own interest. That's called consistency. Speaking of which, Peter had none. He was not consistent. Because he usually makes me want to break things, but that episode? He was GOOD. I liked him. It blew my mind.
Okay, now I'll pay attention to my professor for a while.