Okay, so I had a neat dream last night. It was very back to high school. I was hanging out there, in the dram and music rooms and we were just chilling and singing and stuff, like we always did. It was as if it was the year after I graduated, because most of us were there and so was the year below us, who were now grade twelves. My voice must have been off, scratchy or something, but Dr James and Mr Vint said something about 'this is why we picked two people for Nancy' and I wanted to cry, but I kept smiling. (In Oliver in 2001, me and another girl shared the role) Then, later, they must have asked us to be in the current play(which was an odd meld of Oilver and Fiddler on the Roof, but the other girl (who's name I won't print) was playing Nancy solo. I was in a crowd scene and I was wearing the Nancy dress we shared, while she wore the chorus outfit we wore on our off nights. For some reason, she needed my rings for Nancy and I forked them over.

After the play was over, we were in the girls locker room (which didn't look like this; too much Bring it On, I think) and I went in for my rings. She gave them back, but then we must have started taunting each other, 'cause she challenges me to go for it. I don't remember what we said, but it must have been laced with explatives. I excused myself to put on shoes and then I promptly kicked her ass. I remember delivering a few awesome punches and she got me once or twice too. We ended up on the floor, me sitting on her chest, knees on her arms, gloating. That made me feel better, I can tell you that. I gave a parting shot that must have been really witty and cool, 'cause everyone went 'ooo', then I left.

That was pretty much the best part of my day, aside from the kickass West Wing episode. I went home sick from work, which shows you how sick I actually was. I hate doing that. I feel guilty for making Adi work my shift and hers, but I was going to be of no help to her; that's pretty much the only reason I went home. I felt guilty about being no help and guilty about going home. So, I went home, had some soup and slept until 6 to watch the Cancuks spectacular defeat. Seriously, is this the same team? I needn't have gotten up. They will prevail, though. Game 7 will be different, a return to the beginning of this series and the end of the last. Go Canucks.

posted by Justine 12:55 AM

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posted by Justine 11:22 PM

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I am, like, the worst poster ever. I keep meaning to, then I check my email which shows I've got a review for my Harry Potter fanfic, which means I have to go read what the nice person wrote, which leads to me checking what's new at Fiction Alley, then getting wrapped up in one of Arianna's stories, then posting a review, then adding a chapter to my HP fic and then I have to go to bed.

Looking at that above, I look lame.

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