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Post by reasonably_crazy on Dec 23, 2004 0:03:09 GMT -5
Only a bit... Katie has a fairy on top of her tree? What's wrong with the pretty little angels or a simple star?
Of course! *slaps self* Faeries are pretty!
(I apologize... my spelling of fairy/faerie varies (hehe, faerie, vary...) at random intervals...)
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Post by Paranoid Android on Dec 23, 2004 15:44:19 GMT -5
Maybe it's a fairy, maybe it's an angel... I think fairies on top of trees are cooler.
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Dec 24, 2004 1:25:27 GMT -5
Well, my mom would call it sacrilegious, but consider it what you'd like.  |
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Post by Paranoid Android on Dec 24, 2004 10:21:32 GMT -5
I'm sure it is sacreligious, but oh well, it's just a personal preference. And anyway, since when was the Angel Gabriel perched on top of a fir tree when he went to visit Mary? Or, for that matter, since when was Angel Gabriel ever perched on a fir tree?
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Dec 25, 2004 0:38:31 GMT -5
I suppose that's a valid point...
I've never tried to envision a literal angel sitting on a tree before... *tries to envision it* Oh my.
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Post by Paranoid Android on Dec 25, 2004 14:24:43 GMT -5
That is truly bizarre. Especially as I'm getting Little Britain flashbacks of a Lou and Andy sketch (Andy's a lazy guy who's in a wheelchair even though he's perfectly mobile, and Lou's his oblivious carer)...
Andy's sitting up in a tree, and Lou comes back holding two ice creams to Andy's wheelchair, which is empty.
L: Andy? Andy?! Andy where are you?
A: I'm up here.
L: How on earth did you get up there?
A: I fell.
Hehehe, doesn't sound so funny written down, but it's hilarious when you listen to it and watch it.
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Dec 26, 2004 2:03:03 GMT -5
"I fell?"
wow, that's... strange.
I had a dream last night where I was in colonial America; at least I think it was. I was being chased by people in powdered wigs, and they all thought I'd been kidnapped... Actually, I had, but I thought it was no big deal. (I mean, I escaped okay, didn't I?)
Anyway, I wandered into my school's library and started to go towards the macs (blah) when My sister woke me up so she could raid her stocking. Beargh.
Curse you, lack of sleep!
Well, I guess I could go to sleep now (like my dad's telling me to...) But where's the fun in that?
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Post by ImaBrandybuck on Dec 26, 2004 13:23:29 GMT -5
Oooh, I had a very creepy dream this morning. I know it won't seem creepy when yall read it, but just take my word for it, mkay?
So it started out that I was driving to Wendy's to go see my boyfriend and his dad. I picked up my cell phone and walked into Wendy's, and saw his dad and this white had that Mikey always wears. He turned around and said that they couldn't wait for me any longer and went ahead and ate, but Mikey would order some food for me anyway. So after I ate, we got into a car, and I guess we drove off.
Then it suddenly changed that I was on some battle field with my family and the Simpson's family. (I know they're cartoons, bear with me here.) We had to run around and escape from all these people who kept shooting for no reason. I think the battle field was the front of my yard, my next door neighbor's yard, and the neighbor's front yard that lives across from us on top of the hill. (Because we live on the bottom of a hill). So I ran to the top of the hill admist all this gunfire, and I felt myself getting hit with bullets, but I don't think they were actual bullets, they were something softer, and less deadly I suppose.
So I was getting pelted with those, as I crossed the street, and I saw this guy on some random stage holding a machine gun and an acoustic guitar. He wore a camoflague bandana around his head too. I yelled at him to drop the gun, and he turned around. It was Billy Boyd! He screamed "NO" very loudly in his adorable little Scottish accent, and shot at me like crazy. I screamed and ran to this random elephant that just appeared from nowhere. I followed the elephant into my house (don't ask how) and into my dining room where I saw a bunch of people stapling some papers. I decided to staple some papers too. I stapled like 50 papers together, but they wouldn't stay on. I got frustrated with it and just handed it to the lady telling her to fix it.
She started screaming at me and sent for some people to carry me to this huge weird looking shed. Everybody was laying completely still and not saying a word. The people that dropped me off there told me to lay still and not talk or I would regret it. Well, I can't sit still if my life depended on it. (Heh, foreshadowing! ...Oops.) But I tried to sit still once I saw what walked out of the shadows. This huge black wolf mutant thing with red eyes walked out and started mauling anyone that moved. I closed my eyes and listened to this one guy get mauled to death. It was really horrifying to listen to. I was scared out of my mind because I knew I would have to move at some time. After the guy was killed and the wolf saw no one else moving, it left. Some people rushed in and took the dead guy away, and then left. Then the wolf came back and waited for someone else to move, and attacked them.
This went on for quite some time. I finally couldn't stand it anymore, so after the wolf left, I moved my arm just a little bit. I heard the wolf growl, and it walked over to me and sniffed my right arm. (The one that moved.) Then it attacked my arm. I really couldn't feel any pain, but I knew my arm was being ripped to shreds. After it left me alone, the guys carried me out and dropped me next to the Simpsons. Marge helped me up and they put me on the elephant and sent me underground where I lived a happy life, I guess.
Sorry for the really long message. I just woke up and had to get that dream out, heh.
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Dec 27, 2004 1:48:56 GMT -5
WEIRD. Very creepy. I would be afraid if Billy Boyd shot at me with a machine gun! I would cry.
Actually, I also had a dream with Billy in it. Except, he wasn't trying to kill me.
We were all at our first practice for Fiddler on the Roof, Yet Cashmyster saw fit not to show. (Which isn't as uncommon as you might think.)
So the cast and I are milling around onstage, when someone has the bright idea of putting on a play anyway. So we decide to do a completely improv-version of Les Miserables. I really wanted to be Eponine, because she's my favorite character, (and I've tried out with her song On My Own for every musical.)
So we set up posters and invited all our parents, pulled random costumes out of the costume loft, and went with it. People broke into song whenever they darn-well felt like it, and Billy Boyd was in it and was really mad that he got only this small role... It was funny to watch him sulk. I only got a small role, too... In fact, it was the same role as Billy's so we had to pretend to be one person to fill it, which was more amusing than I can describe. We pretended we were conjoined twins, even though it's a physical impossibility for a male and female to be conjoined (especially when there's a 20 year difference between them!)
It went pretty well, actually, it was free admission and there were no sets, so it was no money lost or gained. The weird part was, as I was walking to the car with my mom, I told her it had all been a really weird dream I had while falling asleep waiting for Cashmyster.
"As a matter of fact," I remember saying, "I think I'm still dreaming now." There were weird flashes of color, but I figured that it was just because of suddenly going into bright sunlight.
I thought, well, if this is a dream, I should be able to do something. So I squinted at my car and willed it to turn into something... but it didn't. SO I thought, oh well, then, I must be awake.
Which is weird, because once I was being chased by Katie (Not the katie here) who was a vampire, and I thought "this must be a dream!" and it was, so I woke up. But I didn't wake up that time.
Strange, no?
Sugar!
(I was dancing to the music on Eowyn's forum, so, that may account for many typos.)
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Post by ImaBrandybuck on Dec 28, 2004 13:09:24 GMT -5
Hehehe... that is weird.
Umm... I don't have much to say right now...
*Scuttle*
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Dec 28, 2004 18:03:10 GMT -5
HA HA HA! Scuttle....
*cracks up again*
I don't know why that makes me so happy, but it does.
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Post by ImaBrandybuck on Dec 28, 2004 23:24:41 GMT -5
It's nice to know that word amuses you so. It's VEEEEEEEEEEEEEERY amusing! Tee hee.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Dec 30, 2004 13:22:57 GMT -5
I dreamt I was marrying my Biology teacher... quite disturbing.
And we were getting married on my school stage, in the middle of assembly. And Frankie was my maid of honour, and she turned up wearing a pink dress, pink deely-boppers and pink fairy wings. I said, "Are you sure that's quite appropriate?" and she said, "Yah, of course!" and started bobbing her head so that the deely boppers jiggled.
A very disturbing dream, I must say.
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Post by Paranoid Android on Jan 1, 2005 12:40:39 GMT -5
Any dream's disturbing when it links you to marrying The Meerkat We Do Not Speak Of Bloom through our weird linking thing... And of course the deelyboppers and wings were appropriate!!
But your dreams were really weird, Jackie and Kathryn! Kathryn's scared me...
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Jan 2, 2005 1:36:42 GMT -5
Yuck. MArrying teachers is BAD.
I had this really weird dream...
But every time I start to type it I get called away....
Like now. I'll try to type fast. SHORT VERSION!
Okay, so I went into my math class, but it was set up like a choir room, which was weird. Peter Jackson and some LOTr cronies were there, and I desperately wanted to sit by him, but Kelsey and Tim and other fiends took up the rest of the row.
So I sat in front of him with Katie, (no, not you, Katie, other Katie), and the teacher started going on about some rot that wasn't english (Or trigonometry, I'd swear it.) I was very confused, and then completely squished as the homework was called for.
"We had homework?" I asked Katie, mortified.
"Yeah, why? Didn't you do it?" She pulled out what must have been at least six pages. If my life had a musical score, the dramatic horror music would be in a crashing triple forte.
"Why didn't I do it over break?" I moaned. Then repeated it. "Why didn't I do it over break? Because... because we didn't HAVE homework over break... We had that Test of Dispair!"
I stood up. "I'm dreaming! This is a dream!" Dead silence. "school doesn't start for a week!" (At least, it didn't at the time of the dream) "None of you are real!"
Katie's mouth was hanging open and she looked offended (as she always does when she doesn't understand me) (which is often).
"It IS a dream!" I insisted. "Look!" As you can supposedly do anything in dreams, I stared at the wall. It dissapeared, as did everyone else except for the LOTR crew and the teacher. I was suddenly aware that I was in my brilliant red penguin pajama bottoms and completely unrelated purple frog pajama top in front of Peter Jackson (imaginary though he may be.)
"Um," I said. "See? Told you."
My teacher calmly went to her desk and looked at me as if to say, "Yeah, so what?"
Then one of the LOTR guys was trying to convince me to change.
Never did talk to Pete, though. 'Twas quite sad. Even if he wasn't real.
Okay, so my summerizing skills suck.
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