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wax is playing a game on her phone.

it's wack, dude.

i scoff at jungian and freudian symbolism.

so i had several dreams which i'm not really clear about anymore. were they connected? was i the protagonist or the narrator? allow me to just hit the high points. what with me and wax and mace_m, there is probably something in the water.

1. the us reinstated... or, well, INstated... a draft for both genders. i was with my parents and a childhood friend, anna, and her parents, and we got injected with something or other under the guise of a health exam by the army dudes, and then they were like, 'and now, young people, welcome to the u.s. army.' needless to say, i was very pissed. it then turned out to have been a joke. and then i was even madder. 'but at least you're not in the army,' daddy said, and i growled, 'IT'S NOT. FUNNY.' and i think i kicked a random small child.

2. we were in a department store/antique shop, possibly living there. met foreign, semitic couple--newlyweds--in victorian clothing. the girl was wearing a maroon velvet riding habit and a little hat. black hair. gorgeous. ahem. so everyone was wondering about their costumes and meanwhile i was the only one who realized they were from the past, and were actually our ancestors. i ran about and fetched them an antique map (marked just 'the western territories') and also a modern one with highways and such and, more importantly, physical geography. gave them advice. they left.

( there were FIVE. )

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yeah?

fuck. the hell. off.

pertinent scenes from singin' in the rain

lena. lena. TRY and understand. there is nothing between us. there has never been anything between us. just air.

oh, donny, you don't mean that.

what is with that girl?

well haven't you heard? she's irresistable! she told me herself.

...

the sound goes THROUGH the wire. a man records it on a big record. but you have to talk into the mic FIRST!

yeah, yeah.

alright. roll em!

...

LENA. we're picking up every other word you say. the mic is right here. in the--

well i CAN'T make love to a BUSH!

um yeah. and a little mushiness about best friends.

so i used tothinkthose quizzes of questions for YOU to answer about ME were just begging for attention, but with this latest one i've found myself wanting to respond with certain people as a sort of gesture of affection. so, hey, if you want to leave a note to this effect, feel free. but no pressure. if you don't usually call me anything, you probably have no desire to answer.

01. What do you call me?
02. What song makes you think of me, and why?
03. If you could give me one present, what would it be?
04. What one thing/event do you associate with me?
05. How well do you think you know me?

and on another note entirely, i want to acknowledge frankly the tremendous contributions made by hollsk and thechaosdiva towards my sanity. would have completely lost it over the last two years without both of you and i love you more than you know. and then, the real life best friend, who is majoring in some freaky chemistry stuff and dealing with a stalker and a boyfriend and friendship problems and has no free time, but still has time to come running to rescue me. that would be guinevere33. kisses all round. ::sigh::

mmmthank you phin. one of my favorite songs.

i was thinking about the easy courage of my distant friends
they said i could let this bridge wash up and never make amends
can i blow this small town?
make a big sound
like the star of a film noir poster?
can i just forget the frames i shared with you?

IMPORTANT change of email address notice

as i'm tired to death of hotmail fucking me over, as of now i'm switching over to my rtw email address. that's

cimorene at rightthisway dot net

update your bookmarks, all. thanks, missi! ::dances away::

one more movie and i'll...

dear god.

medley scenes catologing the passing of much time with a song.

>.>

i am not amused.