...Interesting...

I had a weird, weird dream.

In it, Mr. Cartan (my English 3 Honors teacher) was a detective, and we were preparing for the Gatsby party or something, when I think one of the students was murdered. I don’t know who or how or anything (it was awfully impersonal). Also, this purple rock that was in the sidewalk at my Grandma’s when I was little is involved somehow—but I don’t know how.

So, we decided to go to Dr. Ingram’s to see if he knew anything about it. On the way (we were on this huuuge highway that was about one hundred feet above everything), three other students got killed, so we started getting really creeped out.

Dr. Ingram, by the way, is this old, hyperactive guy who used to lecture the class in my English 2 Honors class about writing timed essays as if our lives depended on it. He would also subject us to boring slideshows about nothing in particular and then make us write essays about the slideshows. Also, one thing I must mention is that he would wildly gesture about everything as though it were the most urgent thing ever. He was hysterical to watch, if you only watched his hands and facial expressions (he would bug his eyes way out at the slightest thing). Anyway… I have NO idea why he appeared in my dream. He always reminded me of a salamander on caffeine.

We got into the house, where Dr. Ingram was, and started asking him questions about the murder. I soon noticed he was acting a little bit odd. He was sitting there with his hands folded over his lap, and he had this female assistant person who seemed like she was trying to get us to go away. We kept asking him if he knew about the students, but he just kept talking about, “No, why should I know about it?”

Once we left, I told Mr. Cartan that I thought Dr. Ingram was acting strange. I brought up the fact that he never once said anything like, “I hope you’ll be okay with a murderer out there” or “be careful.”

That’s when we decided he was a suspect, and he was probably going to kill me next. So, we went towards his house, because we suspected he had pills that would turn him into a werewolf. ^^;;

Then we ended up at this girl’s house (I don’t know whose—no one was home and it was the middle of the night), and I walked over on the side of the house (between a fence and the house—there was some gravel there.) There was a brown mamba snake there, and it was pretty big. It started slithering towards me, but I jumped over it. Apparently, my brother was there, too, and he was scared of the snake, but he just barely jumped over it, too.

Then there was something involving a van and a tiger sticker, and that was all I remember of the dream.

So…ummm…then I woke up, thought “Ha…that was a weird dream. I should put it on my LiveJournal,” but I was consciously aware of the fact that once I opened my eyes the dream would fade into my unconscious. I put off opening my eyes for a while, but eventually decided I had to get up whether I wanted to or not. Just as I expected, the dream was considerably less clear the moment I opened my eyes. ><

Went to school, listened to the choir for about fifteen minutes, gave Cody his inked drawing, and wandered around the middle room until it was time to go to class.

Roya has decided she wants to be a Pisces. I have no idea why. She’s exceedingly unlike a Pisces. She was interviewing me about my obsessions.

Roya: “So…wait, how many obsessions do you have at the moment?”
Me: “Uhh…what kinds of obsessions? Anime series obsessions? General obsessions?”
Roya: “Anime ones, I guess.”
Me: “About ten series…and lots of movies.”
Roya: “Wait--! Are you still obsessed with Wolf’s Rain?”
Me: “Heck yeah! Are you kidding? I never get out of anything!”
Roya: “Hmmm…I heard from someone that Pisces fall in love and become obsessed with the person. Is that true?”
Me: “Well, I have a list of about seventy bishounen I love… But I wouldn’t say that’s true in my case.”
Roya: “What kind of an obsession is it, exactly…?” O_o;
Me: “It’s not a sexual sort, if that’s what you’re thinking. It’s more of a…visual…sort of thing, I guess.”
Roya: “Wait…what?”
Me: “You know…if they were real, I would probably stalk them a lot and take lots of pictures and/or glomp them a lot.”
Roya: *Starts freaking out because she misinterprets that somehow*
Me: “Roya…are you okay?”
Roya: “That sounds sexual to me!”
Me: “Errr…it’s not. Well, I mean, it is, but it’s not, y’know? I’m attracted to them, but it’s not a very sexual thing.”

It was entirely a strange situation.

We proved that Roya can’t be a Pisces ever because she hates physical contact, and we proved just how much the opposite of that we are by glomping and hugging Cody and all of our friends (Roya included) repeatedly. Roya is a baffling person. -_-;;

So, then was Creative Writing. Boringness.

In US History, we finished Seabiscuit.

Anatomy…we filled out worksheets, and Erin and I chatted about…something.

My TA period was entertaining, just because of the conversations. XD

Sold food, delivered stuff, snuck into the choir room for a while, and then returned to watch Rory and Angela having a very weird conversation.

Rory started talking about Teletubbies, was naming all of them, and making Teletubby voices, so Angela and I were looking at him weirdly. I said, “Rory, you know a bit too much about this show… Do you have a secret obsession?”

At that point, he started going on about some random Teletubby quote about, “Get in the wagon, Po!” and some rather odd connotations he made out of that. So then he was going into WAY too much detail about Teletubbies and wrong things and…I’m not going to elaborate for the sake of your mind. Then he and Angela had a lovely conversation/argument.

Rory: “I’m sorry to say this, Angela…but for a moment there… You looked like a squid.”
Angela: O_o; “What does that mean? I think that was an insult!”
Rory: “Well, you did. All…your eyes were like…[weird facial expression]…and your arms… [waves arms around]”
Angela: “Well…then you’re easy! A regular man-whore!”
Rory: “NO, you’re easy!”
Angela: “So I’m an easy squid?”
Rory: “The easiest squid I’ve ever seen!” (Random exclamation) “Squidward!”
Angela: *Laughs*
Rory: “Why do your parents lie? They tell you can be anything you want!”
Angela: “Yeah… If I wanted to be a squid, do you think I could become one?”
Rory: “But you ARE a squid.”
Angela: *Throws a paper clip at Rory*

Except it was funnier and longer in real life.

The middle room has been closed for lunch periods because too many people made messes in there, so we’ve migrated to the art room ‘til our home is restored. The art room was loud and insane, and lots of fun.

NEVER give Ciera fruit snacks. She smooshed it in between her fingers and spent the entire rest of the lunch period laughing maniacally and trying to wipe the fruit snack goop on people. Kathryn talked about her almonds in…suggestive…ways, I kept running around and leaping in the air, and everything was generally chaotic. I’ve forgotten most of what transpired. It all took place like an explosion of insane teenage energy.

Trig…average.

English…filled out worksheets.

And, um, I took my Japanese final again after school because the mail lost it last time. >< It was easy, though. It was just irritating having to study for it all day between classes. I aced it. They better actually get it this time.

When Mom picked me up after the final (and after I talked/ranted to Kristie about bad fanfiction and drawing poses and such), she brought Tia in the school library. XD I have no idea why, but it was funny.

Then we lingered at Mom’s house for a while, Dad picked us up, and so-on so-forth.

Mom reserved the hotel rooms for Anime Overdose! *Dances* I still can’t believe it’s this weekend. SO EXCITING! I'm going to have to go over the plans again with my friends. I wonder if Makayla and Cody should spend the night, as I want to leave fairly early...

Oh, and I got a postcard from Fanime! This excited me a whole lot and now I want to preregister.

...Interesting...

I had a weird, weird dream.

In it, Mr. Cartan (my English 3 Honors teacher) was a detective, and we were preparing for the Gatsby party or something, when I think one of the students was murdered. I don’t know who or how or anything (it was awfully impersonal). Also, this purple rock that was in the sidewalk at my Grandma’s when I was little is involved somehow—but I don’t know how.

So, we decided to go to Dr. Ingram’s to see if he knew anything about it. On the way (we were on this huuuge highway that was about one hundred feet above everything), three other students got killed, so we started getting really creeped out.

Dr. Ingram, by the way, is this old, hyperactive guy who used to lecture the class in my English 2 Honors class about writing timed essays as if our lives depended on it. He would also subject us to boring slideshows about nothing in particular and then make us write essays about the slideshows. Also, one thing I must mention is that he would wildly gesture about everything as though it were the most urgent thing ever. He was hysterical to watch, if you only watched his hands and facial expressions (he would bug his eyes way out at the slightest thing). Anyway… I have NO idea why he appeared in my dream. He always reminded me of a salamander on caffeine.

We got into the house, where Dr. Ingram was, and started asking him questions about the murder. I soon noticed he was acting a little bit odd. He was sitting there with his hands folded over his lap, and he had this female assistant person who seemed like she was trying to get us to go away. We kept asking him if he knew about the students, but he just kept talking about, “No, why should I know about it?”

Once we left, I told Mr. Cartan that I thought Dr. Ingram was acting strange. I brought up the fact that he never once said anything like, “I hope you’ll be okay with a murderer out there” or “be careful.”

That’s when we decided he was a suspect, and he was probably going to kill me next. So, we went towards his house, because we suspected he had pills that would turn him into a werewolf. ^^;;

Then we ended up at this girl’s house (I don’t know whose—no one was home and it was the middle of the night), and I walked over on the side of the house (between a fence and the house—there was some gravel there.) There was a brown mamba snake there, and it was pretty big. It started slithering towards me, but I jumped over it. Apparently, my brother was there, too, and he was scared of the snake, but he just barely jumped over it, too.

Then there was something involving a van and a tiger sticker, and that was all I remember of the dream.

So…ummm…then I woke up, thought “Ha…that was a weird dream. I should put it on my LiveJournal,” but I was consciously aware of the fact that once I opened my eyes the dream would fade into my unconscious. I put off opening my eyes for a while, but eventually decided I had to get up whether I wanted to or not. Just as I expected, the dream was considerably less clear the moment I opened my eyes. ><

Went to school, listened to the choir for about fifteen minutes, gave Cody his inked drawing, and wandered around the middle room until it was time to go to class.

Roya has decided she wants to be a Pisces. I have no idea why. She’s exceedingly unlike a Pisces. She was interviewing me about my obsessions.

Roya: “So…wait, how many obsessions do you have at the moment?”
Me: “Uhh…what kinds of obsessions? Anime series obsessions? General obsessions?”
Roya: “Anime ones, I guess.”
Me: “About ten series…and lots of movies.”
Roya: “Wait--! Are you still obsessed with Wolf’s Rain?”
Me: “Heck yeah! Are you kidding? I never get out of anything!”
Roya: “Hmmm…I heard from someone that Pisces fall in love and become obsessed with the person. Is that true?”
Me: “Well, I have a list of about seventy bishounen I love… But I wouldn’t say that’s true in my case.”
Roya: “What kind of an obsession is it, exactly…?” O_o;
Me: “It’s not a sexual sort, if that’s what you’re thinking. It’s more of a…visual…sort of thing, I guess.”
Roya: “Wait…what?”
Me: “You know…if they were real, I would probably stalk them a lot and take lots of pictures and/or glomp them a lot.”
Roya: *Starts freaking out because she misinterprets that somehow*
Me: “Roya…are you okay?”
Roya: “That sounds sexual to me!”
Me: “Errr…it’s not. Well, I mean, it is, but it’s not, y’know? I’m attracted to them, but it’s not a very sexual thing.”

It was entirely a strange situation.

We proved that Roya can’t be a Pisces ever because she hates physical contact, and we proved just how much the opposite of that we are by glomping and hugging Cody and all of our friends (Roya included) repeatedly. Roya is a baffling person. -_-;;

So, then was Creative Writing. Boringness.

In US History, we finished Seabiscuit.

Anatomy…we filled out worksheets, and Erin and I chatted about…something.

My TA period was entertaining, just because of the conversations. XD

Sold food, delivered stuff, snuck into the choir room for a while, and then returned to watch Rory and Angela having a very weird conversation.

Rory started talking about Teletubbies, was naming all of them, and making Teletubby voices, so Angela and I were looking at him weirdly. I said, “Rory, you know a bit too much about this show… Do you have a secret obsession?”

At that point, he started going on about some random Teletubby quote about, “Get in the wagon, Po!” and some rather odd connotations he made out of that. So then he was going into WAY too much detail about Teletubbies and wrong things and…I’m not going to elaborate for the sake of your mind. Then he and Angela had a lovely conversation/argument.

Rory: “I’m sorry to say this, Angela…but for a moment there… You looked like a squid.”
Angela: O_o; “What does that mean? I think that was an insult!”
Rory: “Well, you did. All…your eyes were like…[weird facial expression]…and your arms… [waves arms around]”
Angela: “Well…then you’re easy! A regular man-whore!”
Rory: “NO, you’re easy!”
Angela: “So I’m an easy squid?”
Rory: “The easiest squid I’ve ever seen!” (Random exclamation) “Squidward!”
Angela: *Laughs*
Rory: “Why do your parents lie? They tell you can be anything you want!”
Angela: “Yeah… If I wanted to be a squid, do you think I could become one?”
Rory: “But you ARE a squid.”
Angela: *Throws a paper clip at Rory*

Except it was funnier and longer in real life.

The middle room has been closed for lunch periods because too many people made messes in there, so we’ve migrated to the art room ‘til our home is restored. The art room was loud and insane, and lots of fun.

NEVER give Ciera fruit snacks. She smooshed it in between her fingers and spent the entire rest of the lunch period laughing maniacally and trying to wipe the fruit snack goop on people. Kathryn talked about her almonds in…suggestive…ways, I kept running around and leaping in the air, and everything was generally chaotic. I’ve forgotten most of what transpired. It all took place like an explosion of insane teenage energy.

Trig…average.

English…filled out worksheets.

And, um, I took my Japanese final again after school because the mail lost it last time. >< It was easy, though. It was just irritating having to study for it all day between classes. I aced it. They better actually get it this time.

When Mom picked me up after the final (and after I talked/ranted to Kristie about bad fanfiction and drawing poses and such), she brought Tia in the school library. XD I have no idea why, but it was funny.

Then we lingered at Mom’s house for a while, Dad picked us up, and so-on so-forth.

Mom reserved the hotel rooms for Anime Overdose! *Dances* I still can’t believe it’s this weekend. SO EXCITING! I'm going to have to go over the plans again with my friends. I wonder if Makayla and Cody should spend the night, as I want to leave fairly early...

Oh, and I got a postcard from Fanime! This excited me a whole lot and now I want to preregister.