Ramblings of a total Zack girl

Question:

If I recast Hello, Dolly with

Ryan as Cornelius Hackle
Spencer as Barnaby
Jon as Irene
Brendon as Minnie

and

PETE WENTZ AS DOLLY LEVI


...on a scale of one to ten, how good is the crack I'm on?

I hate security questions, and my bank just added three to the website before I can access my accounts. I never know what to say...I don't remember the street my best friend in high school lived on, I don't have pets, gah.

One of them was for "spouse's mother's name."

...I put "Ginger." Hey, fantasy spouses count, right?

So: Around four this morning I took two migraine pills that are basically extra-strength Tylenol plus caffeine. Which means that when I arrived at work at six-thirty I was high as a kite--it felt like my arms and legs were floating, not attached to my body, and I was singing "It's a Beautiful Day in the Neightborhood" and stumbling a lot. Luckily, it wore off to just making me feel like I was supposed to be awake just in time for the influx of many thousands of children.

I will mostly be living off these pills until I finish everything I need to...until tomorrow night, probably, which is when my deadline is for catch-up work. I'm hoping I'll build up a bit of an immunity...I need to feel like I'm supposed to be awake, not like I'm not actually connected to the ground.

I was supposed to be writing papers this afternoon.

Instead, I spent, um, four hours flying all over the place for Supernatural fic.

Jess, I know. I know addicting someone to VM is evil. I know I deserved payback.

But man.


But! The first of, I am sure, many rec lists:

Latitude and Longitude--OMG. Best little Winchesters. Because they are not solemn and sweet and wise. No. They are obnoxious, and violent with each other, and ironically foreshadowy. Sheer awesomeness.

And Baby Steps--Baby Sammy learns to walk. Full of self-entitlement and baby-reasoning and those first tiny wedges between him and John...at ten months old! Sheer awesomeness.

(P.S. OMG somebody find me an icon community.)

Dear Subconscious:

I realise you are not the smartest or most aware bit of my brain. I realise that you are often oblivious to the facts, such as the ones, right now, where I had a horrible day at work yesterday, and tomorrow and Friday are going to be even worse, and I need my sleep, a good sound sleep, without waking up every five minutes because my brain cannot just sleep through the events in my dreams. I'm sorry for my logic, but I just have to sit up and go WTF? I realise you don't understand that this will make for a cranky day tomorrow, and I forgive you for the craziness.

That said...I didn't know I was this crazy. Steamy Robert Pattinson dreams in the Eloise universe with characters from Third Rock From the Sun, the All Things RPG *waves to Juice and Fabian as they tango by*, and Mister Roger's Neighborhood passing through? Involving melted FrootbytheFoot and hair gel?

...WTF, subconscious? Seriously, DOUBLE-YOU TEE EFF?????????

Puzzled,
Lu

You know your wardrobe is unique when it is possible to pull the wrong polka-dot dress out of the closet.

So McKay wrote a new fic. And no, I haven't read it yet, but the summary is "just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip..."

And it got me thinking.

HP=Gilligan's Island. C'mon! So totally!

Like, Snape is SO the Professor. Except snarkier.

And Remus is SO Mr. Howell. Except poorer.

And Fleur is SO Ginger. Except blonder.

And is Molly is SO Mary Ann. Except older.

And Narcissa is SO Mrs. Howell. Except angstier.

And Dumbledore is SO the Skipper. Especially in movie!GoF. Except skinnier.

And Neville is SO Gilligan. Except circumferentially-enhancedier.

I've got the croup, and I'm on heavy cough syrup of the puts-you-to=sleep kind, as well as steroids for the inflammation. Either the cough syrup is raising my temp or it's going up on its own...I seem to be sweating out the sickness, which is good, but I'm also fairly delirious. Just as it starts to wear off and I leave my coma-like state for somewhat wakefulness--means it's time for another dose--I have wierd dreams.

Flatmate asks me to take care of the cat. "What cat?" I ask. "This one," she says, looking puzzled and dumping a black and white monstrosity with bits missing out of its ear into my arms, where it purrs and cuddles. "The one that ate Keats, of course."

Soulmate gets home, she's mad at me because some wierd blonde girl in a green cloak keeps sending a hlogram of herself to the back door and it keeps trying to talk to her when she comes in.

Soulmate walks in through the front door, squees with flatmate, then turns to me, gently kisses me on the cheek and says, "I'm pregnant."

Friendiest waves over her shoulder without loooking back while I call to her, trying to pull my foot out of cement.

Talkative, a large purple dragon, sits with her hands folded over her belly and dispenses sage advice.

Redheaded Kid (currently in...um...some South American country, the name of which escapes me but it starts with P) is floating in the air, lounging and tossing popcorn into the air to catch in his mouth.

...and more. *sways drunkenly for next dose*

I had a terrifying dream this morning, involving My Little Ponies who grew old and as they grew old developed fangs and batwings and a taste for human flesh.

There were storm clouds.

...what?

Now, see, the thing not many people know is that my handle is the name for a character that I once played in a kindasorta RPG thing. A computer program, to be precise. (I mean, Elucreh, played by me, was a computer program. She ran the ship and made snarky remarks, mostly.)

Funny thing?

( Funny thing )