Care to Dance?

madhatterpan @ 2008-09-02T01:44:00

2008-09-02T05:49:59Z

I went to make myself some delightful Easy Mac this evening. Mm! Cheesy goodness would be mine!

I took off of the plastic covering, carefully read the instructions, washed off my spoon, and set the timer for four minutes.

Soon it began to smell like cooked popcorn. Hmm...oh well, guess people had made plenty of popcorn earlier!

All was well until I noticed that the window into the microwave was full of.. gray.

SMOKE.

I flung it open to find out what the hell was going on!

The insides of my Easy Mac was brown.. and smoking quite a lot. Horrors! I glanced around, the window was open, and the fire alarm.. was right over the microwave. I stood there fanning frantically for a few minutes while tasting delicious smoke (my throat, she burns), until..I realized that it might be wise to..take care of the Easy Mac. It was dropped into the sink and filled with water. The smoke ceased to be created! But the room was still full. I fanned with my arms for several more minutes...fled, grabbed a notebook, and returned to fan with that.

The fire alarm hasn't gone off yet, so...I'm assuming it will be okay. My throat...kinda hurts and the world is tinged with gray.

madhatterpan @ 2008-08-19T21:01:00

2008-08-20T01:04:44Z

I just finished Love, Stargirl. I'm not...entirely sure how I feel about it. It's Stargirl. How could we really be in her head? It kind of felt like that took away from her. ~~But hey, I'm weird.~~

Apparently there's a film version of Stargirl due out in 2009.

madhatterpan @ 2008-08-01T00:08:00

2008-08-01T04:09:32Z

:/ Luke Wilson badmouthed Bryn Mawr on Letterman.

madhatterpan @ 2008-07-19T22:04:00

2008-07-20T02:22:49Z

:D Appa and I watched the finale of Avatar today.

Overall I'm pleased. It seemed a wee bit rushed, but I still had plenty of fun. I could've done without the SMOOCHEROO stapled right there at the end, and there are still plenty of loose threads (Jet, Zuko's mother, wtf happened to Azula after her mental breakdown of doom,Foamy).

I laughed a little too hard at Toph in regards to Zuko. Oh honey, why are you blushing when a little girl decides she wants to have her ZUKO ADVENTURE. Gosh, everyone needs one! Man though, they didn't have to play it out to all of the shippings. Personally...I find the ship wars hilarious.

I WANNA JOIN THE OLD GUYS CLUB. All our favorite old men together again! ALL OLD PEOPLE KNOW EACHOTHER. ~~Sadly, this made me notice the lack of awesome old women. Where are they hiding? The Twins and Blood Bender Lady fail to qualify.~~

The captain does care! He remembers your birthday! That entire scene had me cracking up. From the two guys introducing themselves to each other to the birthday fellow.

I did find it absolutely adorable when Sokka sheltered Toph on the ship when all of that junk was falling on them. And when Zuko dove in front of that lightning bolt? Azula's decline was woah. I wanted more Iroh, but....I'm a dork like that. Even my mother aw'd when Zuko and Iroh had their hug.

Random thing that bothered me: When the gang was searching for Aang...Toph ran around the house. The house being made of WOOD. How the hell was she not ramming into any walls?

Also! I want more Appa love. Seriously, he didn't do much....asides from when Sokka crawled into his mouth.

Maybe I'm a downer, but...I kind of wanted to whack Suki. I liked it more when she was moregrrr, instead of just being ALL RIGHT with whatever Sokka does because he's her BOYFRIEND. I also spent my time wondering why she didn't care that the rest of the Kyoshi warriors were still wasting away in prison.

I wonder if Aang can take away bending abilities..could he also grant them? That'd be one way to repopulate the air benders.

Belated

2008-07-17T02:26:52Z

I went to my brother's graudation, and all I got was this awesome free PS2.

Ho'man. It pretty much made me feel better for having to miss the MoCCA art festival (well, I did flee there for like an hour before we left, so I go worship the artist I was there for and buy a book).

Now I just need a tv that it would play on.

madhatterpan @ 2008-07-15T06:59:00

2008-07-15T11:03:50Z

A sure sign that I'm a lost cause. Just got an e-mail from Penguin about Colfer's new book, Artemis Fowl and the Tiem Paradox (wasn't the series only supposed to be three books long? Not that I'm complaining. I like them and keep meaning to catch up with the series. I think..I've only read the first two...maybe three).

"NOW ARTEMIS FOWL IS FACING HIS DEADLIEST ENEMY YET.
HIMSELF.

It's Artemis versus Artemis."

All I could think of was GOD NO, THEY'LL SLASH HIM WITH HIMSELF NOW.

Somewhat related not. Gosh, I adored Butler and his sister. They were some awesome characters, but I liked the entire cast anywho.

madhatterpan @ 2008-07-15T05:28:00

2008-07-15T09:34:28Z

Sometimes I fear my brother's stunts will never cease. My dad decided that since he can't come up with paper topics for essays (it took him months to write just one college essay) that he should take a Creative Writing course. So, he signed him up and paid for it. Once a week for just a couple of hours he's supposed to head to the school and learn. Personally, I think he's lucky.

Drew, has of course, decided to skip his class. My mom mentioned it to me this evening after she got home and I was awestruck. I had had every intention of pestering him for everything he'd learned and the assignments. Then she also mentioned how my dad had spent $300 on this class. I'm sorry, but I think this is stepping out of line on Drew's part. Honestly, it wouldn't hurt him to do this for himself and my dad. I admit, I have skipped tennis lessons in the past, but those suckers were free, and I went the majority of the time.

Or...he could have at least told me he wasn't planning on going. Then I could've tried going in his place. Y'know, if I pretended to be Drew or something.

Update: The school actually called up to inquire why Drew didn't attend class yesterday. Owned. Unfortunate (in my humble opinion), Drew got to them before my dad did. At first he tried to pretend to be dad, but the lady didn't believe him. She gave him a proper scolding. ~~Good to know someone is able to do that.~~ She also said she was going to e-mail him the information for the class that he missed. So. Drew had better attend for now on. I'd have more confidence if it weren't for the fact that he went onto the website and changed the contact phone number to his so that he wouldn't have to worry about dad getting any calls.

Unrelated note: I walked into the kitchen, and my mom had a pile of lottery tickets on the table in front of her. She was scratching them with a coin. A STACK of them. Great new habit for her.

As ordered by Liz

2008-07-13T00:59:16Z

I was diligently searching for a job and stumbled across this.

"Videogamers,

At Bowen Research we regularly test new game software titles. We have a project in Manhattan for men, ages 17 to 34. It’ll take place at a research facility on Madison Avenue, will take two hours, 6-8 or 8-10 pm this Friday, July 18, pays $100 + pizza.

Sign up on our web site, www.bowenresearch (click on sign up in the upper right), and our recruiter, will call if you're right for this group. We'll also email you about future projects (you can unsubscribe anytime, just email me, hugh@bowenresearch.com).

Bowen Research tests home software for many of the major game publishers. Our web page, www.bowenresearch.com, also tells more about our company. We also do projects on web sites and mobile phones (sign up on our web site for those also).

Thanks for your help. My name is Hugh Bowen and I’m organizing and moderating the sessions, just call or email with any other questions.
Take care,

Hugh Bowen
hugh@bownresearch.com
611 San Benito Street
Half Moon Bay, CA 94019
(650) 712-1506 "

The unfairness broke my heart a little. A lot. I want to be paid that much for eating pizza and playing videgames for two hours. Yet I can't. I've forwarded it to my brother, because hey, someone should benefit at least.

"Hugh Bowen and his firm, Bowen Research (www.bowenresearch.com), specialize in research for the young male market, with expertise in electronic entertainment and other high-tech products and services."

"Teen boys, young men respond positively to email campaigns
Email marketing can effectively help companies connect with young males, but the communication must be relevant to their needs, according to a study by Bowen Research."

"Due to the nature of Hugh's customers and prior marketing and development experience, over time he developed considerable expertise studying a particular demographic – boys to young men."

And a somewhat interesting read about emotions and videogames (I'm going to assume this was solely male as well).
http://www.bowenresearch.com/studies.php?id=3

Annnd the site gives you the option to sign up to be in surveys and stuff. It only says that it's directed at teens through young adults and doesn't mention gender.

A heck of a lot of angst and you may just want to scroll on

2008-07-08T03:29:22Z

I woke up to find out that apparently there was a party going on in my apartment. U2 floated through the air as well as the voices of many guys. So I camped out where I was, on my parents' bed and waited for Drew to quit being a butt and respond to my IMs (because I wasn't going out there in pajamas).

A couple of hours later, they finally left and I hurried out to tidy my room. Dad was coming home and I didn't need him finding something to be pissed off at me for. He's been there since Thursday.

Of course, I should've known there was no way that he was going to be nice or at least happy to be home. He's been yelling at me ever since. First about my room, then about water on the floor (due to the guys leaving the fridge open), how I had Willy out, how I hadn't known to vaccuum the entire house (ignoring how I've been stuck in their room for the past few days due my brother's need to have guests over all of the time), anything he could think of.

After I had nearly vacuumed everywhere, I was getting the last few seeds and then went to move the vacuum...to discover that everything I had vacuumed had fallen out of the bottom of the vacuum due to the fact that it is ancient and evil. When you vacuum with it, you must pause and give each seed a second to get sucked up. I've done under my dad's bed, in the office, and his bathroom three times because each time he's unsatisfied. He also will not quit screaming at me. Mostly it's about how "you would not be living here if I wasn't fucking dying" and statements along that line.

Seriously though, what does he expect of me? I'm the one who actually came to the hospital yesterday on time as opposed to heading out with the guy I had sleep on the couch to have a lovely breakfast...aka, what Drew did yesterday. I'm sorry that no one's hired me. I'm also sorry that you for some reason think that I don't care about it. You make it as impossible as you can, but I do care (though right now I think I might like it if you were back in the hospital where you can't make everyone absolutely miserable.)

madhatterpan @ 2008-07-03T21:29:00

2008-07-04T01:34:25Z

The laptop fairy visited while I was sleeping and made Bucket oh-so-pretty. He is truly glorious with his shiny new screen...and zomg, the keyboard, it's beautiful and I have a M key again. I should find things to type and watch! And the screen doesn't wobble anymore since he fixed up the hinges and replaced the rubber thing that goes on the bottom (one of which was missing).

I'm currently watching a Twilight Zone marathon. Not creepy whatsoever. I'll just hear my life narrator by the same guy.

My dad also finally went to the hospital. He's spending the night there, and I'm just glad that they can properly take care of him there.

In other, less amazing news, the AFB decided to take someone else. The quest to find some place that wants me continues. The woman did say that she'd like to forward my resume to their parent web site since they're looking for some one.

madhatterpan @ 2008-07-02T17:33:00

2008-07-02T21:41:38Z

After I've just woken up and am stumbling out of my room bleary-eyed...I really don't think to be greeted by my mom with her telling me that my dad has been screaming in pain all day and is not in good condition. Oh, and how they should probably go to the hospital, but the car's being repaired and he doesn't want to take a taxi. It's kind of like a smack to my face and I wish my mother would QUIT doing it all of the time, especially since there's nothing I can do.

My dad decided to climb a ladder to check on the roof at the property in New Jersey and..he slipped. He didn't fall, but he claims he felt something twist inside. We don't know if it relates to the tumor or to the devices they've put in him, but since then he's been in an extreme pain.

Okay. So I just toasted an old dinner roll and was putting jelly on it when my mom came into the kitchen and felt it necessary to tell me out of the blue rather TMI details in regards to my dad. It wasn't like I was attempting to eat or anything.

In other news, I went for an interview at the American Foundation for the Blind yesterday. It's a volunteer editorial position. The folks there were incredibly friendly, but I could have done without the surprise test. I had to proofread a double-sided sheet of calendar events and catch things like zip codes that only had four numbers, misspelled words, grammar, date errors, and so on. I may have panicked at one point and forgotten the proper spelling for California. I stared horrified at Califorina, knowing that it was wrong and that it ended in "ia", but couldn't recall for the life of me where the "n" went. I am /smooth/ like that. They're supposed to contact me in the next couple of days to let me know if they want me.

madhatterpan @ 2008-06-30T01:48:00

2008-06-30T05:49:38Z

Oh. HELL YEA.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ReBoot#Revival

I love me some Reboot.

madhatterpan @ 2008-06-26T15:57:00

2008-06-26T20:04:38Z

Snagged~

1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicise those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
4) Reprint this list in your own LJ so we can try and track down these people who've read 6 and force books upon them.

1. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2. The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4. Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5. To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6. The Bible
7. Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8. Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9. His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10. Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11. Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12. Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13. Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14. Complete Works of Shakespeare
15. Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16. The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17. Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18. Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19. The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20. Middlemarch - George Eliot
21. Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22. The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23. Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24. War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25. The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26. Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28. Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29. Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30. The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31. Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32. David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33. Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34. Emma - Jane Austen
35. Persuasion - Jane Austen
36. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
37. The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38. Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39. Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40. Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41. Animal Farm - George Orwell
42. The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44. A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45. The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46. Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47. Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48. The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
49. Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50. Atonement - Ian McEwan
51. Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52. Dune - Frank Herbert
53. Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55. A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56. The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57. A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58. Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60. Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61. Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62. Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63. The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64. The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65. Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66. On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67. Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68. Bridget Jones' Diary - Helen Fielding
69. Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie
70. Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71. Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72. Dracula - Bram Stoker
73. The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74. Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75. Ulysses - James Joyce
76. The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77. Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78. Germinal - Emile Zola
79. Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80. Possession - AS Byatt
81. A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82. Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83. The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84. The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85. Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86. A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87. Charlotte's Web - EB White
88. The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89. Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90. The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91. Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92. The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93. The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94. Watership Down - Richard Adams
95. A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96. A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97. The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98. Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100. Les Miserables - Victor Hugo

If you see anything that I haven't done that leaves you thinking I'm incomplete without reading them, you should totally tell me.

madhatterpan @ 2008-06-04T15:37:00

2008-06-04T20:23:31Z

It's all slipping away so fast. D: Come back to me awesome dream, come back.

This isn't where it started, but I'm hoping as I work through it, more will come back.

I'm me and I've gone to some room to watch some show on a television. Drew might be there. All of sudden these pink foamy things (like little styrofoam popcorn) are attacking me. I flee a bunch of times until I figure out that they've actually been sent by an angry Aphrodite who wants to get the Athena statue that I have. I hide the statue under a blanket and attempt to protect it that way.

Then it turns out that the room is bizarre. It alters characters or is cross-dimensional or something. I can't recall who showed up first, but suddenly Aang's there. Something's amiss with him, one eye is all blue and he isn't speaking. I think Bryn Mawr folk might be there now and we're trying to save him. In the process, Liz's glider is destroyed. Aang goes all glowy and begins sinking into the floor. Everyone freaks out and tries to get him. At the very last moment, just when he's completely vanished, his hand comes back out and grabs mine and we pull him to safety.

Large. Damn. Memory. Blank.

I'm at the lobby of NBS. I can't quite recall who else is there. Some activities are coming up (there's two, one's either a sporting or acting event and the other is a big weird opposite thing). I know that there's a little boy, but I can't remember if he's Anderson or Miles. Anyway, there's this strange...lady, I think, can't recall. Very strict and in charge. She also has this power to sense feelings. She takes away something from the boy, maybe a pet? He starts crying and she says he can't eat or something. Then she stuffs the kid into a cage. We're all basically D: !!!

I manage to get him out before taking the elevator up to the second floor so we can go to the student center for food. He's all wet and snotty and rubs it on my shirt. We see the lady again as we enter and I hurry to the water fountain that's right by the door to fake drinking. I see her approaching and hide like..this little robot..white and rounded top shape under the fountain.

Now I'm getting food (not entirely sure where the boy has gone). Something's up because they only give us this tiny, tiny plate and there isn't much food. For some reason I keep losing the things I get (like a corn muffin). Eventually I make it to a table where everyone is sitting (this would be Bat Cave folks and Megan, and I've no clue why you guys are at my high school, but I don't question it during the dream). Everyone is planning to go up to the first event in the gym after they're done eating since it's starting soon and the other event isn't until after another class. Everyone leaves before Megan and when we head out into the hallway, I notice that everyone else...has....been turned into Pokemon, but they don't appear to notice or care.

Megan and I take the stairs down to the lobby. I want to see if it's okay for me to head out and come back in. It's confusing at first because the woman is all yadda yadda, there's the second event, but finally she says that it's okay, but be sure to come back for the second event because it's just like Field Day.

We head out and it's obvious that the second event has already begun in the city...somehow. I'm blanking on most of the strange things we saw, but there were those dancers? What're they called? With the bells and green outfits? Right, well, so they don't have their suspenders due to the oppositeness.

Suddenly, the dream's switching perspectives to show more of this oppositeness.

There's Brock and this girl with pigtails who is worried that someone saw her for what she really was (a Pokemon, I guess?) and she's from a movie that has Skip in the title.

Zuko is all spirity and has Aang in Fire Nation armor and is training him. At first it doesn't look as if it's working, but later on Aang's eyes go on Zuko-like (and it's mad creepy, yo).

Back at school and there's something going on in the student center.

It's someone's birthday so everyone's singing for him. The person has this very pale white skin and a blue outfit. He's a teenaged boy. It turns out his name is Josh and the Josh from Kentucky is momentarily confused. (The people I know from Kentucky are...on the other side of the cafeteria and have a table together.)

There's this man in a suit with red velvet...very fancy. Black hair and maybe some manly, but elegant facial hair and he's FLATTENING STUDENTS WITH BUILDINGS. He can only do so in paths that are like.. four feet wide and it's more like a long brick wall or road. Everyone is flipping out and attempting to escape.

The white boy aids people in the stairs by preventing them from collapsing. Then he goes back to the second floor to try to take on the man, but he's used up too magic. At first he feels weak and then the man comes off of the elevator (he's..in different clothes now and has a small, black skull on his forehead, and he has an assistant). I guess he's in disguised. The white boy gets prepared to fight him but suddenly is extremely cold. It gets bad enough that he collapsing and just curls up while trying to keep warm. Then he tells the man to just get it over with and to kill him already.

I think...Lacey is watching from the computer room, btw.

Instead of killing him, the man picks him up and is all menacing and suave and much too pleased with himself. I can't remember what he does precisely. (Side note: the white boy has had a small set of white wings this entire time, but they weren't that noticeable.) The boy starts screaming as he begins to sprout another set of wings around the white ones (so that they're double-layerd). The new set is black and he's just shrieking...because growing wings apparently hurts a bunch...or maybe it's the coloration, which probably signals something else? They're huge too and when they're done, he passes out.

And then I woke up. D:

Wait. I missed some things about the side stories. Brock is apparently killed and the girl is all ASDKJjhahj. There's a landslide of somesorts. Aang acts Zuko-y and tries to save people.

madhatterpan @ 2008-05-28T21:44:00

2008-05-29T01:45:50Z

Shoot. Shoot. I voluteered to work at MoCCA during the Art Festival, but apparently I'm going to be stuck at Choate the entire time for my brother's graudation. ._. I feel so lousy for letting the place down.

madhatterpan @ 2008-05-27T15:56:00

2008-05-27T19:59:15Z

Yet another dream.

I start out as my elementary school self in a combination of my 8th grade classroom and the computer lab. Mairead's there and I'm trying to get her to remember me. I...tell her about how I've gotten my Solitaire playing time to under a minute (stfu, I have no life). School ends and everyone leaves the classroom. I'm still there...for some reason and eventually Mairead comes back. Then teachers start to show because it's going to be an ebay auction thing run by...blanking on the..Maritza's aunt who worked the front desk at NBS? She starts telling everyone about all of the things that she'll be able to win for everyone. Eventually someone mentions how she shouldn't be making plans yet. She has to defeat...Usher (someonelikethat).

Then it starts to RAIN in the classroom. (Later we note how we could hide in the locker area...which is from NBS.)

The dream cuts to this older guy (who is the principal in this dream world) and he's up to no good. He appears to be hunting for someone and the rain makes this easier. There's a spiel about how it's easier to take kids that have no relatives.

And now I'm not me any longer. I mean, I start where I left off, but I'm a boy and I think of my mom (not my mom persay, but the boy's mom) and start running. The man's after me now and he has some supernatural creature or whatnot.

Water helps the creature to locate me. When I get outside I run past places and think of why I can't go in there. Like a restaurant where I knew the soup woman (soup needs water), and so on. Eventually I run into another boy who is slightly older (curly blonde hair, old-fashioned clothes). He notes my freaking out, running for my life nature, grabs my wrist and we run off together.

I then realize that these golden balls...rings..with round purple stones them are actually my family. I risk getting caught multiple times in order to catch them before they fly away. There's my mother, father, brother, two sisters, and grandmother. The boy doesn't understand what I'm doing at first, but then helps.

Apparently the reason the guy wants to capture me (and probably the other boy) is that I can turn into animals? (Woah, that'll teach me not to read the wiki about Animorphs late at night.) I think this is related to something he must've done to me or an affect of losing my parents. The boy begins to part ways with him and I ask him if he's going home. He's homeless and has no family and I still ofer to go with him. We hide out under this bridge to avoid the rain and turn into dogs. There's these HUGE stray dogs. Like bigger than Beethoven and not even that breed. I assume that we're going to sleep off to the side, but he goes right over to the dogs. They accept him and I cautiously go over. Two the dogs are like NOWAISgrr and start to back off, but the biggest one...well, if he was human, he would've rolled his eyes. Spend the night like that and in the morning it's back to being hunted.

We hide out right underneath where the bridge connect to the road as...bunnies. But one of us is a stuffed blue bunny. The man has others helping him now and they circle past us a couple of times. Eventually he checks if were there, doesn't see us, somehow daylight's getting there...so the top of the bridge is gone.. and then he is like AHA, they're SHADOWS of themselves and is able to grab us.

And then I woke up.

madhatterpan @ 2008-05-24T15:02:00

2008-05-24T19:34:05Z

Time for another one of those crazy dreams Becky has.

I'm a young woman walking along a path out in the countryside. White dress, shawl, somewhat messy long, pale brown hair jig going on. I go up to a house and a man answers. He's older (kinda ugly and fairly creepy) and apparently my husband. Somehow I'm a modern woman who's been transported back to the colonial times.

I try to adjust to living there. The next day, he takes me and our son out into the woods for a walk. The son is probably somewhere between two and five. He's a little blonde boy. While we're walking a group of sketchy people approaches us. They're old and dirty. An old woman touches the boy's forehead while I'm busy being nervous. When they finally leave, I notice that there's this black wound on the boy's head. By the next day, we've had to take him and leave him with the local doctor. I blame myself for letting that woman touch him.

Now I'm a somewhat younger woman (reddish, brown hair, dark blue dress, probably a late teenager) in her bedroom. I open up the package that I've gotten and it's two boxes of chocolate. One has a large chocolate heart with a pink trimming and the other is many small ones. I open up the heart box and take a bite while getting out the note that's come with me. There's some hollering outside, so I leave everything underneath my shawl on my bed and head downstairs and out to see what's going on. It's a group of young men who've been my suitors. I wonder if anyone of them might have been the one who sent the chocolate and then I go out with them all.

While I'm off with them, my mother (or rather, this girl's mother) comes in and finds the chocolate and note. She's immediately horrified and takes them both fearing that my honor has been tampered with. She clearly doesn't know that I go off with teenaged guys every night.

Now I'm a young men (longish red hair, which somehow changes its style as we progress) who is outside of the girl's house. I'm edgy and wondering if the girl got my chocolate and rather unhappy to see her go off with the rowdy men. One of those, I secretly like her sort of scenairos. An old woman shows up (dream!me worries she's the same one from before, but she's not). She starts questioning me on what I'm doing there. When I explain that I like the girl who lives there she is flabbergasted and not approving and wants to know WHY. I say she has nice hair (and hopefully I say other things). The old woman thinks I'm ridiculous and tells me to follow her. I do so, because hey, she's my mother, and off into the woods we go.

What follows next is a little difficult to explain. We start off walking and she's chatting to me while I'm mostly uncomfortable about the whole woods at night, don't know where we're heading business. At one point she transforms into a cart and I'm freaking about the snakes and beetles on the ground so I climb up on her while she cackles about how they're no more worse than birds. Apples start to fall and she scoops them up and puts them in the cart with me.

Right. The old woman who happens to be my mother is also a witch. Good times. No wonder I'm the odd guy out.

The next thing I know it, we're at a modern convience store. Somehow I'm able to recognize this as the future and am all like WOAH. The old woman is back to being an old woman. We then see the woman (who has her hair in a bun, is somewhat disarried but in modern clothes and cheerful-ish) I began off as and another older woman shopping. It's evident that this older woman (who is not as old as either of the older woman I've mentioned, but it is more middle-aged) is the woman's mother. I realize that this future woman has somehow gotten herself trapped in our time while my mother is busy making hints.

As we're leaving, someone suggests that we take proof in case the woman doesn't believe we've seen the future. At this point...I might be me or the timetraveling!woman because I say that gum would be the best and that there are only two kinds of gum worth taking. The old woman selects some healthy, berry stuff that I don't know and Double-Bubble. The son/notmerightnow, pulls out Trident and says they should get gum good for cleaning one's teeth before eating! The old womans scoffs at him.

We go back in time.

Suddenly I'm no one but a presence looking one. It's back at the house of the husband and he's talking with a young woman and an older man about how yes, he killed his wife and he thinks what has come to live with him is a shadow of her. They all figure that they should probably find a way to take care of her (and not in the good sense). These people are also the same dirty people that we met in the woods earlier who hurt the son. The husband somehow captures the timetraveling!woman and...puts her in a wrapper that's shaped like her.. and sticks her on a shelf at the very back of...chocolates. Not entirely sure when the house somehow became a store but let's just go with it. Her wrapper is purple, as are the rest of them, but only a couple at the end are shaped like her.

I'm the young man again (how'd my hair get braided? Who knows) and it's rescue time. As I'm rushing to the house to save her, I try to get passing villagers to help. No one really appears to believe me because life would be too easy otherwise. I do attract some attention. When I reach thte store I try to find her and somehow know that she's in one of the chocolate wrappers. Then...a big confusing fight occurs. Me against the husband and the gang of shady people, but then some drunk villagers show up because FIGHTS ARE FUN YEA, but they're fighting all of us.

Eventually I get outside with the wrapper that holds the woman and a guy jumps on my back (and he's a sheriff-y figure at that). I explain that LOOK, LOOK, it's her and try to unwrap the chocolate bar. He probably thinks I'm crazy instead of believing me and gets off. I walk down the hill towards the village while getting the wrapper off.

Of course, she's CHOCOLATE now...and..kind of broken.. but she smiles at me. I'm disturbed by how...her arms have fallen off so I fish them out of the wrapper and if I hold them to the chocolate...ends, they sort of reattach on their own. I also have to do this with her fingers and it's something of a puzzle to attach each one to the correct spot.

I can barely remember what happens next, but I'm pretty sure she turns back into a flesh and blood woman, we get the son taken care of, and justice is served to the husband and shady people. Or at least I hope so.

madhatterpan @ 2008-05-18T02:28:00

2008-05-18T06:33:09Z

Being home ~~almost typed Being Human there~~ means several things.

1. Cold Water.
2. No more doing my own laundry.
3. Good old family time.
4. Cable ~~sure, I had to rub my dad's back in order to get the thirty minutes to watch Code Geass, but that is besides the point~~.
5. No more fruits and vegetables. ~~Sad times.~~
6. Photoshop via the desktop.
7. New York City in general.
8. Sexy internet.

This is a fantastic time for me to go on a downloading spree and check out a ton of random animes and shows. Any suggestions are welcome.

madhatterpan @ 2008-05-16T10:32:00

2008-05-16T14:39:22Z

I am uncertain as to how I feel about the vague ideas of a live-action adaptation of The Last Book in the Universe. I mean, isn't a pretty big point of that..is how, I don't know, it's the LAST BOOK in the universe. But hey, they managed to make The Neverending Story into a pretty fabulous movie despite that.

Also, if you have failed to read Rodman Philbrick's The Last Book in the Universe, you should probably get on that. I picked it up at the Scholastic bookstore in 7th or 8th grade. I'll admit it, the cover was what caught my attention. I read that book in one setting and once I was finished, sitting there ~~with tears still on my face~~, I stared down at the book and wondered what was I supposed to do now?

I then turned back to the first page and read the book cover to cover right then and there. I've yet to come across another book that left me feeling that I just could not leave it. That I needed to go experience the entirety of it all over again right that instant. I couldn't bear parting with the characters or leaving behind that world.

madhatterpan @ 2008-05-15T05:48:00

2008-05-15T09:49:49Z

My kingdom for better instructions on how to take exams at Haverford. I'm about.. 90% certain that I have to go to Chase Hall to get the exam. I'll assume that they'll tell me where in the world to go from there.

I also wish I knew if Haverford had...uh..times for exams. Y'know, so I don't walk in and they're like, oh no, honey, we can't give you the exam now. Come back tomorrow morning.

madhatterpan @ 2008-05-13T02:26:00

2008-05-13T06:26:41Z

"In March 2006, AGFRAG Entertainment Group announced that it was in the process of developing a Bob Ross game for the Nintendo DS and Wii systems, as well as a PC version. The games were said to focus on the art of painting, based on Ross' Joy of Painting series. In December 2006, Bob Ross Incorporated dropped AGFRAG from the project and began searching for a new developer."

madhatterpan @ 2008-05-08T23:38:00

2008-05-09T03:40:39Z

Well, I was entirely unproductive and marathoned the rest of season three for Avatar. AHAHA, NO ONE CAN SPOIL ME NOW. *knocks on wood*</strike* .....I think this may mean that I won't be taking my Classical Mythology Final tomorrow. Ho-hum. Time to go snuggle with my Appa...and maybe study some.

madhatterpan @ 2008-05-07T17:21:00

2008-05-07T22:45:06Z

"If you want to make something scary in Greek art...put snakes all over it! What's scarier than a three-headed dog? A three-headed dog covered in snakes."

"And here we see...perhaps a little too much of the first president."

Oh, Professor Mulligan.

Mission Accomplished

2008-05-06T17:43:17Z

madhatterpan @ 2008-05-05T14:18:00

2008-05-05T18:24:35Z

Warm and fuzzies! Warm and fuzzies! Shush and let me geek out about Professor Mulligan liking my final project. I'm easily pleased, especially when I do well by my professors. Yes...I might work hard on my assignments because I don't want to fail my professors. The reason I studied like a fool for my US History AP and was giddy when I did well was entirely due to how I wanted to make Ms. Frangos happy. Work hard to further myself? What's that?

"I greatly enjoyed your very humorous (yet thoughtful) "Romance/Fixing Myths" comic. I admit I never thought about Icarus flying at night, and laughed out loud at the cartoon. And with a little photocopying magic, Heracles is now in his proper position on the front of the collection."

:D

~~If only I cared enough about what my French professors thought~~. Oh well! Two of the things I have left to do are for professors I adore (yaymotivation). Final Paper for Professor Roberts of Children's Lit and Final Exam for Professor Mulligan of Classical Mythology.

Y'know, maybe I'd like my French Professors more if, I don't know, I HAD MY FINAL EXAM FORMAT SO I KNOW WHAT TO STUDY. I MEAN, THE EXAM IS IN 24 and 1/2 HOURS AND IT PROBABLY HASN'T BEEN MADE YET. THX A LOT PROFESSOR CHEREL. I understand that Christine is most likely doing her thesis and Professor Anderson has no control over what a slowpokeloser Cherel is.