Because as far as I can tell, I've totally abandoned elljay.

Seriously, I think this has been the longest I've ever voluntarily gone without posting or something. But maybe it just feels like it's been longer.

Anywho, stuff. The mall lock-in was EXCEPTIONALLY fun, especially with the pirate theme and everything. I vote that watching Chort and Paula learn how to do the Cotton Eye Joe in full pirate garb was probably one of the most amusing things I've seen in a while.

And Aren mah dear. I love you. You are way wonderful.

In other news, Foam makes excellent letterboxing stamps. *nodnods* We may have to look more into this later. *wolfgrins*

Lets see...Besides that, most of my life lately has been chilling out hereabouts and ignoring the internet. And coff twenty-three coff. On the plus side, I've seen several movies that I needed to see including Silence of the Lambs (TOTALLY all it was cracked up to be, and more! I hearts it a lot) and Love Actually (Which, if you have even the SLIGHTEST interest in romance movies, you need to see. Plus, LA has Martin Freeman playing a porn star, which, as he's on my list of 15 hottest actors (yes, I know I'm a freak) is a very excellent thing.)

Yeah, that's the other thing I've finally been working on, my hottest actors and my hottest actresses lists. I think I've got eleven out of fifteen actors and ten out of fifteen actresses. I'll finish them eventually.

((On another note about Love Actually being a Truly Excellent Movie, it has three of the guys on my actors list in it, which is Highly Important to my continued happiness. (That would be Martin Freeman, Alan Rickman and Colin Firth)))

Annnnnnnd I'm babbly. Sometime soon, I may dreamlog, and I may scrawl down some of the quotes I've got running through my head.

~Sor
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DreamLog

7Mar2k7

REM Rebound like you wouldn't believe. Four distinct dreamparts and a metadream -woo!

Part the First: I was in a huge used bookstore with mum and some other people. I wandered around looking at everything, and found a glorious collection of Myste Lackey hardbacks, including weird editions of the gryphons trilogy that I had never seen. Mum and I agreed that they would be good for when I went to college and needed my own copies of the books. As I flipped through the strange edition of The Silver Gryphon, I realized that it was not just the whole book, but poems, art, and maps as well. The book cost only 7$, so I convinced mum we should buy it.

Part the Second: A Doctor Dream. (The best kind, by far! Well, best besides curling up next to your girlfriend or fiercly kissing the guy you have the hots for or truly beautiful Canadians posing naked)

Anyway. The Doctor and I were on a specific subway car in the London tube system. We had already discovered the secret evil alien base that the aliens had used to invade through the tubes. (The tube was, incidentally, able to go to the moon or to a roof or something where the aliens had their base.) The subway car driver gave everyone on the car a sort of electrionic tablet and gave us a story prompt, fully expecting us to write. My story was the true story about what all the aliens were doing to us. The Doctor's was something much simpler and sweeter -something Truly Beautiful.

Part the Third: Easily the coolest dream I had, so of course, it's the one I remember the least. I was an outside observer for this one, watching a huge end-battle between a group of about ten teenager kids and a group of weird demon/magi/;evil warrior things (Actually, now that I think about it, they were quite possibly the aliens The Doctor and I had been dealing with) he fight was taking place in a huge cavern filled with weird waterfalls and whatnot, and the demonthings had the ability to control the water, which led to them trapping and killing the kids.

The only specific thing I remember was one girl defeating a demon by casting a spell where she let her instincts take over and shoot out a beam of pure energy at the mage. The kids all did eventually defeat the badguys with no casulties, but it was a close call.

Dream the Meta: I was sitting in a hallway at school near the top of an epicly huge pair of escalators. I was trying DESPERATELY to remember all the details of the previous dream -the setting, the demons, and most importantly, the names of all the kids. I was writing all the names on the wall next to me, certain that this way I would remember them. (All I recall is that I believe the girl who cast the pure energy beam was named Nora. I don't know if that's right or what. She was a cute little thing -pigtailed blonde. Very sweet. Very Lynda-from-Bad Wolf)

Jeremy came along and asked what I was doing, making me simply explain it all and tell him about my dream while he sat down to chill in my lap. We kept chatting until class let out and an extremely bitchy girl who looked like Sharpay from High School Musical scolded us for sitting there.

Part the Fourth: Direct continuation from part the second. It was after the Doctor had left me, leaving me all alone. I was now going to school in London and had to ride the tubes every day. I wandered around the tubes for a while and eventually fell in with this punkish skater-boy lookalike who went to school with me. We were heading back to school, when I realized that I had left my tubepass in my backpack instead of somewhere more accessible. The boy very nicely used one of his passes for me so I wouldn't have to dig mine out, and we wandered out into the station. The tube zoomed by in a rollar coasterish fashion, and up around a bend in the tracks. It then slid backwards to accept teh rest of us, and I realized that we had returned to the car with all the stories. The woman gave us a story prompt which I had trouble paying attention to because the skaterboy was asking what time it was, since he had a class at eight that he didn't want to be late to.

Considering we had only gone out to lunch, I was shocked to realize it was nearly eight, which set me to fretting about what classes I might have missed. I was soon distracted, however, by the driver coming up to me and asking me to sign my name on a sort of waiver thing so she could publish the story I had written last time in one of her collections. I took some of the collections to look at later, then used the computer to find the Doctors story in the online archive and e-mail it to myself. (I was very dissapointed when I checked my e-mail this morning and it wasn't there, because it was a SPECTACULAR story)

The driver wound up taking just me to the now defunct alien base and we started talking. I don't recall what about.

Fin.

~Sor
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