Ive felt very weird about my grandmother’s death. im not the only one either, as i know that Natalie has been thinking about it too.
I dont know how coherant this will be, but im going to try.
Im kinda pissed at Grandaddy. there no real logic to it, but i am. I know he has nothing to do with how i feel and why, but im blaming him anyway.
So, was talking to the Mother, while both of us had the Oscars on in the background. I ask her what movies she has seen that were nominated for Best Picture.
She saw Million Dollar Baby today, and said it was amazing.
I havent seen it, but i know how it ends, and i mention the fact that there are many people in the disabled community who are pissed as hell about it.
My mother says, “You know people in the disabled community?”
*blink*
Nope, as a matter of fact i dont! i teach special ed, but i really dont care about concerns that affect them. Why on earth would i know what was going on in the disabled community?
*headdesk*
So, normally Brandus is the one with the weird dreams, and if i can ever convince him to post ANYTHING on his blog, i will convince him to post some of his odder dreams.
they usually involve zombies. and sometimes Brandus gets to be James Bond.
however, last night i had a weird dream.
Brandus bought me a panther.
a big black purring panther.
we got along well, for all that we were living in a one room apartment with a closet full of caged animals. the panther liked to cuddle, and brandus was SO PROUD of himself for getting me a PANTHER. because do you KNOW how expensive panthers are?
but then we ran into a snag. if i got out one of the other animals (a chipmonk? what the hell was i holding?), and was petting it instead, the panther got very jealous.
how was i supposed to tell brandus that i LOVED the panther, but that he kept gnawing on my arm when i petted the other..cat? squirrel? small fuzzy animal? and that i didnt think it was fair to keep him in this little apartment where he did not have room to run and be free..and did i mention the gnawing on my elbow and trying to eat the small fluffy animal?
and now i want a panther. without the gnawing.
I am now officially in therapy. brandus decided that i need more help than he knew how to give after i spent all morning crying for NO REASON. but i feel better now. no, really. still feel crappy, but im not quite so inclined to burst into tears over nothing.
had today off from work, but still have to go to my touchy feely masters class in about 10 minutes, and the only reason im not staying here is because there is no food here and no brandus. of course, he just called and asked if i even care if class absences affect my grade, so yeah, not going. so there.
spent last night reading livejournal and fanfiction, which lead to me writing fanfiction, which lead to a conversation spanning my lj, a friends lj, and an innocent bystanders lj about a gigantic, walking, man eating purple orchid named “Petey.” dont ask me, i just work here.
made cookies last night too, and used my pretty new cookie press. it was very fun, but sadly, i cooked all of them, which sucks, because i want the dough. grr. but brandus likes spritz cookies, which is why i made them. also, we are almost out of milk, which is bad.
we went to see Constantine this weekend, which was insanely fun. brandus wanted to go for the demons, and i wanted to go for the Keanu, but thats only because i didnt know TILDA SWINTON was in it!
I first saw Tilda in Virgina Wolff’s cracktastic Orlando, where she plays a feminine looking guy who lives forever and wakes up one day as a masculine looking girl. i love it. its insane. favorite dialogue?
Shelmerdine: You’re hurt ma’m.
Orlando: I’m dead, sir.
Shelmerdine: Dead. That’s serious. Can I help?
Orlando: Will you marry me?
Shelmerdine: Ma’am… I would gladly, but I fear my ankle is twisted.
HEE!
But Tilda plays Gabriel, and he/she (after Orlando, i dont assume with Tilda) is so completely fucked in the head that i am completely and totally in love with this movie for Gabriel! At the end? “You chose the higher path!” BWAH!
plus, Keanu is pretty.
in conclusion? alia is a little messed up, give her movies and she’ll be fine. or something.
actually, how about this.
in conclusion? Toast. *giggles*
I hate you all. However, your 13 comments that slipped through my spam killers did make me laugh. hard. why?
your subject lines are horrific and wrong and really funny, especially when my sense of humor is as screwed up as it has been lately.
so, just to clarify, i am not interested in your “fat grannies gallery.” but thanks for asking! and no, im not typing the others, because that would send people who actually look for those things HERE, and as i have said before, several times, i dont have Hillary Duff’s panties.
i DID, however, have, for a very extremely too brief a time this afternoon, Vin Diesel’s phone number. But i didnt call it, because that would’ve been tacky.*
*Paris Hilton was hacked. What I want to know is, why does Paris have Vin’s number? are they friends? disturbing mental images of them shopping together make me giggle.