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Weird. I find myself obsessively cleaning little things around me. This is better than my usual slob-like mentality, but it's also bizarre. I would be the absolute worst roommate, aside from the ones who call you from jail needing you to empty your savings to bail them out, or the ones who steal your boytoy/girlfriend/car/life savings just for kicks. Why? Because after seven months of letting the piles of things accumulate, I would then, one night at random, find a DVD, probably of a television series I love and know well enough that I don't need to do more than look up for the good parts, and throw myself into the mess. Far enough in that I would quickly wall myself off with junk so that I couldn't just give up, as I'd really want to do within an hour, and things would look worse for the next two hours until you finally noticed that there was a strange method to my madness. But you'd have to hope that I found just enough interesting things to keep me looking, but not so interesting as to distract me from my intended goal.

I've gotten to that stage in my room where it just requires maintenance for the most part, although some sections need a lot more help than I feel like giving them right now. Need another bookcase or something as well, but that's nothing new. Needed one for awhile.

Because I can't catch a break, I woke up and there was a storm just starting. Awesome, you say? Not so much. So I wrote a letter and waited for it to pass by. It wouldn't. I finally said, fuckit, I still have a few days left if it fries, so I decided to inspect the show I recorded yesterday. Gotta get the kinks out before TV season starts, y'know? Anyway. It was the Nancy Drew TV movie on ABC family. I think Mom taped it when it originally aired, but considering that was what, five years ago? I think it's long lost or gone. It was... different. Not bad, and I'd like to kill whomever didn't pick it up as the TV show it was intended to be a pilot for since it left me hanging, but worst of all, now I want to re-read the Nancy Drew on Campus and SVU books, and thing is, I distinctly remember choosing to stop reading the Nancy ones cuz they were kind of painful to read. :P Bah! That said, I did learn a few things about my new little machine. A) if I start to record something without the timer and then turn the TV off, it kills the recording. That was annoying. B) I could have entirely too much fun with this. New toys and all that.

Tummy is grumbling so I'm going to go read and munch something.

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I must be in my semi-nightmare stretch. A couple of nights ago I dreamt I was being possessed. Uh huh, yeah, that'll teach me to watch the trailer for The Exorcism of Emily Rose before bedtime. Then last night it was that someone had basically neglected my cat so horribly that you could see bone and it was pure luck that kitty wasn't dead. Then, just an hour or so ago, I dreamt this fantastic little dream that I just knew was going to end badly.
In it, I'm going to some convention with a couple of friends, nevermind the fact that I've never gone to a convention in my life, and would hardly start now with those friends. Also, it's in Japan, and while some people are all about the culture shock and are dying to go, even in dreams, I am not that girl. Anyway, we make it it through the doors, which involves a bit of security and is nerve wracking for those of us who obsess over anything we cannot control and are sure the world is going to kill us dead at any given moment. They don't. In fact, as we're wandering around, dream-Ari hisses, "And to your left you'll see My Chemical Romance" and shoots me this weirdly triumphant look, as if that's why we showed up freakishly early to this thing. I'm a dork and not even in dreams do I waltz over to the semi-famous, but it's okay, because I get to see them and it's funtastic. They're leaving the building and someone else shows up to visit Ari, and I'm thinking, damn, even in Japan they'll just appear. Who knew? I'm bored and confused by this new person who my brain is screaming "that's... someone it cannot possibly be!" and dream Ari is saying is someone else. Confused, table for me. I peek out into the next section of the building and it's like I've fallen into a mall where there's water everywhere. Like there are all these waterfalls leading from the second floor to the ground floor [where we are] for no good reason, other than it looks mighty damn cool. And all dream me can think is, "Well, this can't be good."
Sure enough, there's an ominious crack, people chattering overhead, and then all hell breaks loose as the building floods and people are being swirled into sudden death. It is most uncool and yet, kinda awesome all at the same time.

Seriously, waterfalls.

*stalks the mailman* One credit from PBS down, one to go.

Ooooookay. I may not always love Tori's videos, but at least the earlier ones were interesting. You might not "get" them, if there was even something to get, but still, they had their moments. The two [if that actually is bouncing off clouds] from ADP make me cry, and not in a good way. I didn't, and don't, love the stuff from Beekeeper, but they were visually interesting and it was obvious someone, somewhere, worked for those vids. These? They're painful. I could accept Big Wheel as it was an odd song and an overly odd video worked if you squinted and cocked your head to the side, but this just makes me sad.

Chaos Collection.

It's nothing overly exiciting, but it might remind someone else with a particularly fascinating collection to share. Or it might just be fun to stare at the rainbow spines. Whichever. Behold, the complete chaos that is the storage of my collection!

( No, really, it is chaos. )

That said, that is the weirdest assortment of reissues with the Daniel twins on the cover. I know they re-did Wrong Kind of Girl, but what about Power Play, or Playing With Fire, or hell, Dangerous Love? Confused am I.