November 9th, 2002

sigh

Pietro's pout and rather attractive simpering caused Lance's hormones to do the Latin tango of love

Anya told me she had a dream about me cutting myself and her trying to stop me. It was actually a fairly innocuous dream, just one that's fairly close to real life and therefore disturbing.

Frankly, my being in other people's dreams frightens me. I don't think I should be allowed to run around, unchecked, in other people's subconsciouses. No telling what could happen.

Am falling in love with Northstar/Jean-Paul Beaubier. Well, not love. Slashy love. Damn Uncanny X-Men fanservice. *pushes Bobby toward JP* Go on. Ya know you wanna. *pushes writers to try out some JP/Bobby* Go on. Ya know you wanna.

Play practice sucks. Already have run in stupid pantyhose. AM NOT BUYING ANY NEW!

For English, one of the projects we had the option of doing for the end of "Beka Lamb" was a diary from the point of view of one of the characters. And of course the first thing that comes to my mind is how I could do a parody of Cassandra Claire's "Very Secret Diaries" (or... you know. Whatever) and be the only one who gets the joke.

I scrapped that idea pretty damn quick. But it was funny at the time.

Dad bought "Night Watch". Did not know until I came down for dinner tonight and saw it lying innocently on the couch. I screamed and frightened said bastard who did not tell me he bought "Night Watch". And then I wondered where the attractive Paul Kidby cover art was. Damn.

Feeling a little... non-complete sentence-y tonight.
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