Feh
My head hurts.

Saw LotR2 yesterday. Very cool, had to hear Koi and Doll-chan giggle over Aragon and Legolas behind me the whole time though, miss a section of the movie because Koi's imouto needed to pee. Waited outside the bathroom all impatient for her to go, all but picked her up and carried her back into the movie. ~_~;
I'm a freak.

It's an awsome movie btw, I recommend.

I feel so... blarg. Yeah... Okay, I'm gonna go die now.
I die.
X_X

Seeing someone off...
Sitting here listening to Mechanical Animals CD after seeing Koi off to work. My dreams were fucked.

Hulk Hogan was in it a lot. @_@;;
NOT LIKE THAT YOU SICK FUCKERS!
*twitch* I remember as a kid, I looked up to that guy... he's on tv commercials now so it makes sense that he's show up in my dream in a psudo-father figure role.

One person say "who's yo daddy" and I'll smack you, fucker. Hn.

The house/apartment I was in had a layout that made me think of my childhood house. But let's start at the beginning.

The dream started out with a lot of D&D-ish stuff waaaaay at the beginning. All I remember is being on this floating top of this floating roman style column with someone else. They were like... dog boy type thing. I just woke up, fogive my goddamn lack of eloquence. We met up with another two people when we landed on this ruin place, looked back at the cliffs painted in fire light from somewhere. It looked Hellish this dream. There was this brown smog that rolled in, it kept swallowing the members of my party. We were swinging weapons blindly into the smog and I remember thinking we're probably killing our own comrades.

The last guy with me said, he'd have liked a chance to drink more. He'd only ever had three mugs of brandy. The first two he sipped last night. He'd wanted to have more when he next saw his uncle/father... but that the attack on him came too soon. That this father or uncle was killed by the boy himself was what I took it as... made me think of Arthur.

That was one dream.

Then I woke up, tried to snuggle against Koi, I got mumbled angrily at, whapped lightly on the shoulder. I whined and tried to hug... got pushed away, rolled over and hugged a teddybear which was near at hand.

Then was the H.H. dream... I think I was... really young in that dream, mentally so at least. I remember he was snubbing some football player while he was in-ring or something, did something nasty to a football... then tossed it to the crowd. I was digusted at the girl who caught it and cuddled it. @_@; YOU KNOW WHERE THAT THING'S BEEN! EWWWWWW!

Then he like lived to the right of where I lived (to the right from the front windows where I'd watch for the guy to be walking out of his place... I'm such a stalker) and he and I had appointments at this same place. So I'd wait (even though it made me LATE for my appointment all the time) to walk with him.

So I'd come scampering out, he always looked like he was kind of sad (not because of ME, I think, just in general). And I'd say, "I was going to take my bike, but they don't have anyplace to park THOSE, either!" All smile-smile. Guess they had no place to park cars or something. Then he'd smile and hold out his hand... >.< Here's the really queer part.

I'd take his hand and we'd walk along with the linked hands swinging and me all "la la la" like some airhead little kid. ~_~; I hated people touching me as a kid... I don't get why I was okay with him holding my hand. I hated being touched in ANY way... but I looked up to him, it was safe to walk along holding his hand. It was like he was... well it was like a kid with their dad. I never felt like that, not even with my own dad.

He was wearing a shirt that said... oh the HP fan-freaks who happen on this will love this... "Voldemort III" on it and he asked me to draw the griffindor crest over those words. He said he'd had a dream about that Griffin and wanted it on his shirt. So I was drawing on this BLACK shirt in pencil, it didn't show up so good... Then it turned into a transitionary scene...

His Back with the drawing on it turned into a black wall, which I drew two other doors on... Slytherin because I was all distracted at this point by drawing and the scene started turning into this stone hewn hallway. I kept seeing the snake in my head and couldn't stop drawing till all three doors where there... all but the Hufflepuff door. Then they all came into being against the wall. There were other kids gathered behind me, then they opened one of the doors. Nothing. Potter was there I think somewhere, the second door that was opened he cast this spell and there was a flash.

Someone said it was a magical barrier, I couldn't see over the kids as they crowded forward, couldn't see into the room so I walked away. Looked back and finally saw. Potter was holding this sickly kid in white, all the kids were in white. There was this glowing white ball over his head which he was looking at. I think only he could see it. Only he and I... and I was suddenly unsure if he could see ME. If any of them could see me...

So I turned away really fast and walked away. Came into these white halls. A Hospital/infirmatory. I was thinking about how people die here. This like 8 year old tiny blonde boy with poofy hair was blinking at me, a blonde nurse with an old style uniform and ponytail was trying to get his attention to lead him away. He was being led away then he laught and turned up his squinty little eyes and pulled away. His hand passed right through her's and he went scampering down the hall way with her chasing him and scolding him jokingly.

I wound up in this stairwell and these little LITTLE kids (like six years old at most) walked up to me. Some little blonde boy(younger than the first), then a little asian girl I think, a little black boy. I was smiling and watching them play, running circles on the platform and giggling. Their laughter was echoing and they found it so funny. Laughing and Laughing, I knew they were dead.

I looked to my right and there was a glass display case, this lady who the sign said was a former nurse at this place (who looked JUST like my favorite young lady teacher in jr.high, the stairwell actually resembled my jr.high's ones) it said she'd lost her baby and there were condolence cards.

I remember saying I hope that one went to heaven to wait for her mommy... that she'd died right in this hospital. Just then another little girl came walking up. She kinda looked like... Doll, I don't know how to spell her name, Adia? She had little pigtails that had multiple elastics in it and was in a pretty multicoloured jumper. She looked up at me all apologetically and I cobvered my mouth.

I realized that she was trying to say she got stuck here too, one more stuck here. I looked to the case again and right in front of me was her little perserved dead body, she died younger than her ghost looked. I was so mortified. I started crying, I could feel my tears and I reached out to hug her. That's when I saw people up above in the stairwell. A lady nurse in modern clothes, looking down her nose as she unfurled a plastic bag, she was telling someone behind her how the wind twirls light things in this hallway and not to be afraid because it's just the wind making all that noise. It made me so sad... sure she left things that the kids play with but she didn't believe they were there.

So.. there were my dreams. Enjoy.

Well, I live.
I got stuck in the Denver airport for 18 hrs. Caught a throat infection, turned back and came back to California after telling my family where they could stick it. Yeah.

So here I am still... things are being strange for me. I think the cold is starting to go away, about time, it's been 10 days since I was inthe airport. I realized just now how long I've had this cold, that a really long time for me. Hmm.

I think I may overhaul my LJ again, not liking it at all... may change the name on it aswell. "Neph" perhaps... and use my character drawing of that RP chara of mine. But maybe not, its too like Nin's Nephente (sp?) handle isn't it? Dunno if she ever used the shortened "neph" Hn.

Neph is from Egyptian origin for my Chara. Cat-boy. XD Yeah.

*sighs* Been arguing a lot with Koi. Like, a lot... He says some stuff. I mean, I tell him when we're alone that what he says bothers me a lot. But I never say anythign while we're with other people and he's putting me down.

Telling me how mean I am to him. How I mistreat him. That I'm a bastard and ugly and how he doesn't want to see me anymore. That I don't really love him. Things like that.
What's really bad is that...

Opposites attract . . . but there's more fightin' than lovin' going on here.

Who's Your Inner Weiﾟ Pairing? @ Weiﾟ Versa

Not a Gerbil.
Fuwa... you are not a gerbil, stop crwling towards Ran's ass. *scolds hampster as Koi plays with it*
>_>@Ran's "No, don't jump Fuwa!"
(Suicide after seeing Ran's pale ass?)
*cough* Anyway...

Today I was supposed to work on cosplay stuff with Koi... but... I er... forgot the scissors and Ran's costume at home. "Ha ha" I'm an idiot. T_T;

So... we LARPed and shit most of the night away. Yeah. ^_^; It was good LARP. It's kinda how we're writing one of the manga projects.Talking out the situations and shit.

Anywho, I'm done now... yeah. Oyasumi, Mina.

God, long time, no blog.
Well... awhile ago I got a mouse on a Sunday... it died on Tuesday. I think it was a Tuesday. Her name was Cotton and she was very nice.

I got a new mouse the day after, Abby. Abby is not very nice. She beats up the other mice and bites me. So I'm not nice to her.

Koi's gotten a hampster. Fuwa-kun. He's nice. *sweatdrops at how childish this all sounds* Yeah, he's got stripes and he's fuzzy and hyper.... and lazy too. Yeah.

I have two fish, a Beta, fighting fish that's blue. He's called "Niko" since it was a cute name and rhymed with my old dog's name. And Kamikaze... a bottom feeder in a cup who we're waiting to die, sadly. He has no air pump so I give him a little new water daily.

I noticed something recently. I flushed two living fish down the toilet, and killed/tried to kill a cricket. Last night I stabbed a cockroach to the ground witn apiece of constriction rubble... I used to never do things like that. Well I have in phases been like that... I ususally don't get that urge to kill little things that have done nothing wrong. I wonder what's up with me.