Mog and Chips

My own fault for being lazy until 8pm but I expected things to take 2-4 hours… not 9 onwards O.O I have over 60 seconds now, some of which is repeated frames but eh, the other people in my group can get away with it because of the parts they’re doing (they’re doing surreal stuff, I’m doing morphy dream stuff) so I might as well.

I should be finished about in time to get ready for my lecture tomor-… today. I’m shooting it all at home so after my seminar I can come home and sleep. And then do work for friday.

I swore my new years resolution (…ok, more like “the day I got my feedback from last semester” resolution) would be not to leave stuff til the last minute. And what do I do?

At least I had an excuse last week, I had company =P This week I’m just being a lazy bum.

I had a really wierd dream when I woke up …last morning. I dreamt I was in somewhere inhabited by indian/asian people, but the place I was staying was like the house I’m in now and my dad was staying in another room, and suddenly we had to leave and he just went, and I’m like “Umm… my stuff…” (we’re not talking suitcases here, we’re talking my TV and stuff. Actually everything that’s in my room.) so I end up having to leave it, and jump on a plane.

I dunno where he is, and I’m at the front of the plane so I start going through towards the end (this plane is massive, like an 8 coach train size massive). Somehow along the way my boyfriend is suddenly accompanying me as if he had been there all along and I’m making crude jokes about some private seating/cubicles that has curtains you can draw around it O.o Anyway, at the very back of train there he is, and he’s like “where’s your suitcase?!”

Jumping along, suddenly I’m back in this hotel/my-house hybrid and my parents are threatening to sue the place for keeping my stuff. The staff either don’t like being yelled at (who does?) or thought “oh shit they’re actually gonna be able to sue us” then I was like “Um… but I left my stuff behind because I couldn’t carry it. Can you (the staff) help me carry it out.” And they were like OMGRELIEF and then my parents hated me for showing them up.

So… I guess that dream was mainly about my parents and me actually taking control of something instead of letting them take over? O.o No idea why the plane, or why the staff were all foreign (though my parents aren’t actively racist, people that can’t speak fluent English wind them up something awful. Or maybe just putting it to a foreign location fitted better somehow.)  And I’ve no idea where the curtain-cubicles thing came from (or the joke) O.o Trains make sense, since I’m on trains way too much these days. Hurrah!
Oh, I’ve been told my deposits in the post. Too bad my landlady can’t actually spell my name or be arsed to search through her emails or look at the cheques from my rent to find out what my last name is. If I hand that cheque in at the bank with “Sarah” then my last name in different ink and handwriting (is that even legal?) surely they’ll be like “¬_¬ THIEF!”

Or maybe that’s the point. She’s hoping I won’t cash it then. Pah. No chance. It’ll almost take off my overbudgetness (not that I spent stupid amounts on shopping last week, then ordered FF12 *ahem*)

I’m going to stop procrastinating and get on with work now. I need to catch a train in 3 hours =P

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