I had another crazy dream last nite. That makes two American Idol dreams in a week. They're both verging on nightmare status. The first one had the bonus of a cute Shakira-lookalike who liked me. No such luck last nite. Here it is:

I was singing for the judges(all I remember is Paula Abdul, though) and they liked me. Paula smiled and said I was great. She said to come back for another perfomance and I was all 'great!' Here it gets fuzzy. I think there was Nicole (from G-Force) and something to do with apples. And a hallway. Anyway, I had to go back to work, but I didn't know exactly when I was supposed to be back for my second performance. So, I'm at work, folding sarongs and my boss asks me if I want to leave now, so I don't miss my bus. I say, no, I'll be able to see. Just then the bus goes by. I grab my stuff and boot it out. I chase the bus for a block, but it just speeds up and I fall. I start crying, 'Cause, dammit, I want to be a popstar! and then switched into another dream. This one was a doozy.

Spike and I and Buffy. A bathtub. My parent's bathroom. Blood everywhere. From... me or B? Can't remember. She was mad and I chose Spike, but I don't know why.. He's sitting in the empty bathtub with a body face down and he's drinking from her. Is it Buffy? He looks at me, vamped out and smiles. He offers the body to me and I put my mouth on her neck and drink. It didn't taste like blood, though. It was good. Then he tosses the body over the side and pulls me in the empty tub with him. He wraps his arms around me and everything's calm and perfect.

Creepy, eh? It's been in the back of my head all day and I had to get it out. I'll write about the other American Idol dream later. It's clearer, I promise.

posted by Justine 4:28 PM

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THis from Baby-Namer. Snark in italics.

JUSTINE
Variation: JUSTINA
JUSTINE, JUSTINA. The French name Justine came to the attention of the book-reading public in the late fifties with the publication of the first of Lawrence Durrell’s Alexandria Quartet, the novel Justine. The name continued to be used by creative-type parents for about twenty years, but, with all those Justines now well out of college, it just doesn’t seem like a baby name anymore. Justina is a less usual and more interesting twin sister.

Well, gee, could you say anything less? And Justina is not as cool as Justine!

posted by Justine 3:52 PM

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See what Care Bear you are.

posted by Justine 3:40 PM

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I got my L!!!!!!!! Wahoo! *does my patented happy dance*
For those who have no idea what that is or why I'm so excited, here in BC, we have graduated licencing for driving. An L means Learner, N means Novice and then full licence. I got my L which means I have lots of restrictions, but I don't give a damn. I actually don't want to drive. I need government issued photo ID to leave the country for Disneyland(five days!), hence the super rush to get the licence. It's the quickest one, should only take a few more days. I studied my ass off Thursday nite and took the test Friday on my lunch break. I got 89% before they stopped it when I couldn't get enough wrong to fail. But hee! I've been driving once since then. I don't want to drive, but I do think I should know how, just in case I ever need it.

posted by Justine 4:49 PM

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