It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light...

I just had a dream that I was watching a zombie movie in my childhood home which doesn't even belong to us any more. But in the dream it did. And the movie was SET in my childhood home. The movie-makers had scouted the location and filmed part of it there, lalala.

So in the movie apparently zombies couldn't eat people in the country unless they had permission or they were in a special field. I DON'T KNOW! So they broke into my garage while the main character was getting wood for the fireplace over on my side of the house. The zombies couldn't eat the main character so they ATE MY CAT! Well, Binky was actually my sister's cat and our family had him from when I was about 7 until I was 24ish when he died of old age. He was in the garage and the zombies ate him. And I'm watching this movie IN THAT HOUSE so I had to run down the stairs and make sure he was okay. Apparently the filmmakers wanted to incorporate Binky into the movie. WHO KNOWS WHY. Binky was a one-eyed, crooked-jawed awesomekitty who had been hit by a car and was still badass. So I suppose having him killed by zombies in a movie IS pretty fitting for his awesomeness. And then I was all blogging, "that awkward moment when watching a zombie movie set in your house and zombies eat your cat". Yeah. Because that happens all the time.

Naomi Watts was also in the movie. And then the main guy was all cutting her head off and then someone knocked on my door and I woke up because my carpet arrived. It matches my drapes.

*sniggles*

Because it's easier to copy and paste than to write it out... My mother has amazing skills of keeping things for too long. Really.

Lara: I just found a cake mix in the cupboard from 1988. Which means this cake mix moved with us from Seattle to Kalispell and then Kalispell to here. This cake mix has been in my cupboards since I was 7. I don't even know.

Simon: LOL

Lara: If I asked her, she would probably said, "I might need it sometime." "WHY WOULD YOU NEED A LEMON CAKE FROM 1988!?" Zombie Apocalypse.

Simon: You could probably kill a zombie with a 23 year old lemon cake.

Lara: I think so!

Simon: cure for the zombie virus right there.

Lara: As long as you followed the high-altitude baking instructions if you lived here. Otherwise they would be like "this bullshit didn't even rise" *NOMS YOUR FACE*

Simon: LOL well yes

Fell asleep at 1 pm. Slept for 4 hours. Still feel like zombie. Might nom on Leah's shoulder for awhile. She pretty :D

Or I could bring my Flynny home. That's clearly what one should be doing instead of sleeping. Writing more.

*headdesk*

I keep typing Saint George as Saint Gorgeous. STILL. And it's hilarious when it's his brother, Patrick. But even more hilarious when it's Archangel Michael. "What is wrong, Gorgeous? Your brother is safe with me, Gorgeous. I won't let him near you, Gorgeous." And despite the fact that it happens nearly every single time I type his name (it happened even when I was typing this ffffffff) it's funny every time because Michael is so serious and it's ridiculous. Oh, typing skills. I suppose I should thank you for that...

Edit: *flails* MY BOYS!

"That's okay, I am the coolest person in the apocalypse, you know!"

It's nice to know that even in other people's dreams, I am still me. Even in Alison's epic zombie apocalypse dream I managed to get out of the breeding program because I was a scientist with massive brains. I love that a little too much.

Hey, I saved Neil Gaiman in the dream. Respect!

Today I had a test I did not appreciate, though I did fine. And I gave my presentation which had a Tim Minchin song at the beginning and that was awesome. Now I need to finish my essay for tomorrow. Aughaughaugh this term is trying to kill me.