a hodge podge
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bluelovesorangeDear Uterus:
Feel free to stop doing that anytime now. No, really. I insist.
Dear everyone else:
Thank you for your suggestions and advice on what to do about the Bummer Twins. If all goes well this week concerning my finals, my RoTK viewing, and my general well being (hear that, uterus?) I will be saying, Fuck you to the Bummer Twins and fighting for my right to party.
I'm trying to send out all my international packages this week, and the local packages this weekend.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gandalfjr, I sent you something about two or three weeks ago, I don't know how long the turn around time is for US to Norway, but hopefully it didn't get lost in the mail.
Um.....
OH!
I had these dreams a little while ago (sound of LJ readers fleeing into the distance), and I toldsmithereen about them, but I forgot to post them - well, because they're fandom related, not because they were particularly earth-shattering or meaningful. Well, meaningful in a crack-addled sort of way.
Okay, I'm a huge dork, moving on -
Yeah, I really did. I was shopping with my friends for something or other, and one of them came up to me and said, "That guy! That Alias guy - he's by the bread aisle!" And I go, "He is?" And Generic Friend (so sad. I can't really dream about people I know) goes yeah, "He is!"
After a few more tiring minutes of "He isn't! He is!" banter, I put down my shopping basket, and then I do the Situation Comedy Walk of Nonchalance.
If you've ever seen a sitcom in your life, you know what walk I speak of. Where a character is trying to be stealthy BUT IS SO OBVIOUS, YOU CRINGE FOR THEM?
Yeah, I was doing one of those. At one point, I think I was actually SPRINTING through the supermarket, trying to look into each aisle as I passed by. And I think it must have been midnight when I was shopping, cos there was hardly anyone else in the store, but yet I couldn't see David. Or I kept on seeing the back of his head, but it was so indeterminate that I wasn't positive it was him, that sort of thing.
Finally I just end up by the spices and give up, thinking my friend's messing with my head.
Then a hand shoots out in front of me, followed by the arm, and I turn and I see it's David. He goes "hey," and I flip out.
Seriously. I think I made a squeaking noise.
I don't know why the hell I'm so embarrassed or ....STALKERISH in my dream, because when I met him, I was pretty calm and collected. In fact, I could have been clinically declared dead, I was so calm. But dream-me is clearly more representative of the fangurl urge, because I'm squeaking incoherently at David, who's just amused and we're carrying on a conversation and walking at the same time now -
I wish I could remember what our dream conversation was, but I couldn't, and David didn't pay for his groceries, but I didn't dream that part, so we're through the sliding doors walking into the parking lot (aren't I just a fantastic friend? See a cute celebrity, ditch my friends with my poppy seed rolls.) and we're chattering and then out of the blue (or at the very least, without a segue) he goes, "I love Jo."
And I go, "well, that's nice, but ..." and then David says, "Oh, and I like you too, (insert my real name)" and I go, "So you DO remember me!" and he goes, "of course I do. You're the girl with the bag!"
And then I help him into his car, for whatever reason my psyche has not seen fit to inform me, is a slightly aged, metallic blue hatchback. And then he drives off.
But yes. That's my David Anders dream.
It's like weird validation, trippy actualization for my friends, and strangely infuriating and charming all at once.
The second dream that segued from the David Anders in A Supermarket Dream was one where I was sitting in on a panel of actors doing commentary for a DVD of a movie that hasn't been done yet (thank you subconscious for being the most infuriatingly vague thing ever.) It was Orlando Bloom, Keira Knightley, an Unidentified Generic European Actor doing commentary, and I remember Orli being very flirty with Keira, and she was mocking him, and not really paying attention to the movie, and the European Actor was trying to explain things about Method and Concentration, but the other two were making fish faces at each other.
I know the DVD dream was because I had been watching/listening the commentaries to PoTC and TTT:EE earlier that night, but the David Anders thing was a complete one-off.
I have yet to dream about Adam Brody in a delicatessen.
Dear Subconscious:
Please get on that, right away.
Dear Entertaining, Witty, Well-Combed and Relevant Me:
I miss you, but someone has to take those finals.
*schlumps off
OH!
P.S.
Dear Melissa George,
You're very, very, very pretty. Can I lick you?
Feel free to stop doing that anytime now. No, really. I insist.
Dear everyone else:
Thank you for your suggestions and advice on what to do about the Bummer Twins. If all goes well this week concerning my finals, my RoTK viewing, and my general well being (hear that, uterus?) I will be saying, Fuck you to the Bummer Twins and fighting for my right to party.
I'm trying to send out all my international packages this week, and the local packages this weekend.
gandalfjr, I sent you something about two or three weeks ago, I don't know how long the turn around time is for US to Norway, but hopefully it didn't get lost in the mail.Um.....
OH!
I had these dreams a little while ago (sound of LJ readers fleeing into the distance), and I told
smithereen about them, but I forgot to post them - well, because they're fandom related, not because they were particularly earth-shattering or meaningful. Well, meaningful in a crack-addled sort of way. Okay, I'm a huge dork, moving on -
Yeah, I really did. I was shopping with my friends for something or other, and one of them came up to me and said, "That guy! That Alias guy - he's by the bread aisle!" And I go, "He is?" And Generic Friend (so sad. I can't really dream about people I know) goes yeah, "He is!"
After a few more tiring minutes of "He isn't! He is!" banter, I put down my shopping basket, and then I do the Situation Comedy Walk of Nonchalance.
If you've ever seen a sitcom in your life, you know what walk I speak of. Where a character is trying to be stealthy BUT IS SO OBVIOUS, YOU CRINGE FOR THEM?
Yeah, I was doing one of those. At one point, I think I was actually SPRINTING through the supermarket, trying to look into each aisle as I passed by. And I think it must have been midnight when I was shopping, cos there was hardly anyone else in the store, but yet I couldn't see David. Or I kept on seeing the back of his head, but it was so indeterminate that I wasn't positive it was him, that sort of thing.
Finally I just end up by the spices and give up, thinking my friend's messing with my head.
Then a hand shoots out in front of me, followed by the arm, and I turn and I see it's David. He goes "hey," and I flip out.
Seriously. I think I made a squeaking noise.
I don't know why the hell I'm so embarrassed or ....STALKERISH in my dream, because when I met him, I was pretty calm and collected. In fact, I could have been clinically declared dead, I was so calm. But dream-me is clearly more representative of the fangurl urge, because I'm squeaking incoherently at David, who's just amused and we're carrying on a conversation and walking at the same time now -
I wish I could remember what our dream conversation was, but I couldn't, and David didn't pay for his groceries, but I didn't dream that part, so we're through the sliding doors walking into the parking lot (aren't I just a fantastic friend? See a cute celebrity, ditch my friends with my poppy seed rolls.) and we're chattering and then out of the blue (or at the very least, without a segue) he goes, "I love Jo."
And I go, "well, that's nice, but ..." and then David says, "Oh, and I like you too, (insert my real name)" and I go, "So you DO remember me!" and he goes, "of course I do. You're the girl with the bag!"
And then I help him into his car, for whatever reason my psyche has not seen fit to inform me, is a slightly aged, metallic blue hatchback. And then he drives off.
But yes. That's my David Anders dream.
It's like weird validation, trippy actualization for my friends, and strangely infuriating and charming all at once.
The second dream that segued from the David Anders in A Supermarket Dream was one where I was sitting in on a panel of actors doing commentary for a DVD of a movie that hasn't been done yet (thank you subconscious for being the most infuriatingly vague thing ever.) It was Orlando Bloom, Keira Knightley, an Unidentified Generic European Actor doing commentary, and I remember Orli being very flirty with Keira, and she was mocking him, and not really paying attention to the movie, and the European Actor was trying to explain things about Method and Concentration, but the other two were making fish faces at each other.
I know the DVD dream was because I had been watching/listening the commentaries to PoTC and TTT:EE earlier that night, but the David Anders thing was a complete one-off.
I have yet to dream about Adam Brody in a delicatessen.
Dear Subconscious:
Please get on that, right away.
Dear Entertaining, Witty, Well-Combed and Relevant Me:
I miss you, but someone has to take those finals.
*schlumps off
OH!
P.S.
Dear Melissa George,
You're very, very, very pretty. Can I lick you?
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Date: 2003-12-15 09:18 pm (UTC)Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Really? REALLY? Cause damn, even if you meant another Jo, I lit up like a Christmas tree reading that. I'm frelling bouncing in my chair... and it was only a dream! And not even mine!
I should really consider theraphy. But till then.... wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
PS: Glad you decided to go to the party. I was going to suggest that you fuck Paul & Co and go and have a good time.
yeah, it was you.
Date: 2003-12-16 04:20 pm (UTC)*G*
Re: yeah, it was you.
Date: 2003-12-17 10:37 am (UTC)He's very nice. Can I have him?
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Date: 2003-12-15 09:50 pm (UTC)And did he mean JO-Jo? Jo-
*sigh* I love dreams.
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Date: 2003-12-15 10:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-16 03:54 am (UTC)