TEN DAYS OMFG.

Ohhh yeeeaaahh, pretty much had this dream last night about Dark Angel AHAHAH. We were at this place where it was crawling with people, and some of them were playing soccer on a concrete ground, and me and Alec were like, "AWESOME," and we played, but I kept tripping because the ground was concrete. I DON'T KNOW. And then something happened, I can't remember, but me, Alec, Max (Jessica Alba you are NOT ALLOWED in my dreams ever again, okay?), and some other people of whom I had NO idea were wandering around this facility, and then! We open a door just in time to see Normal die! Strangled, or something, I think. And then dream!self was like, "Huh, I'm not too shattered by this, really, but if I cry hard enough maybe someone will ~*~comfort~*~ me." And so I BAWLED, and what do you know, Alec took me in his arms and I smooshed my face in his chest. And that was the extent of that. But guys! I am devious in my dreams! This is kind of amazing.

We were going to take my parents to see Transformers tonight, but just as we got to the theater, a huuuuge storm came through and knocked out all the damn power at the theater! WHAT THE HELL. I was, and am still, pretty disappointed. I mean, Transformers, okay, I think I had a right to be. Augh.

I played around with an iPhone today at the Apple store and I want one really really bad now omg. It is so PRETTY.

I still have no idea if I'm going to the Deathly Hallows midnight thingy. I get out of work at 11:30, I don't think I have anyone to go with, I won't be able to each crack it open until after 4:00 the next day because I have to WORK all friggen' morning, so, argh. I suppose I should, just because it'll be the LAST TIME EVER. I am so sad, you guys. :(((

Please someone tell me WHY must I like h/c so much. An;alskdjas. :(!

I ALWAYS play as the Celts.

Oh MAN, I got my final booklist today for my fall semester, and my Lit classes look something like this:

Brit Lit 1900-1945: 1984 (which I have already read and I KNOW I have, I just can't find it!) by Orwell, Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man, by Joyce, and Mrs. Dalloway by Woolf

British Novel, Conrad - Present: Orlando, and To the Lighthouse by Woolf, Passion by Winterson, and Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man again. Plus the anthologies for each class.

I have a feeling I'm going to be sick of James Joyce and Virginia Woolf come the end of the semester. Also, I don't see Heart of Darkness anywhere on here, but I wouldn't put it past them. I've heard the horror stories, you guys.

BUT I AM SO EXCITED. I really kinda. You know. Miss school.

As for right now, I cannot stop thinking about the fact that the boys started filming season three today (GLEE), and that Harry Potter will be over forever in approximately 36 hours. But I have installed Age of Empires II on my laptop, and that is really quite awesome.